Chapter 24
Lainie
One month later
I can’t believe how good my life is right now. I’m constantly pinching myself because I can’t believe it’s real. I mean, I’ve got it all, including the man of my dreams. A man Ilove. Yeah, I finally said the “L” word. It took a few weeks. I don’t know why it took me so long to say it because now you can’t shut me up about it. I say it multiple times a day. It never gets old because he says it right back, or sometimes he says it first. I love it when he says it first.
Keeton’s a very determined man. You probably knew that, but when it comes to me and us, he’s twice as dogged. He wants me to move in with him. I think he asks me once per day, at least. I can’t do it, though. Not yet. I’m still getting my footing after everything with Lewis. The confrontation here at GCM helped me get the closure I didn’t realize I needed––the unanswered questions answered. I’m also glad I had the chance to tell Lewis I only wanted him to be happy. I don’t think he’s taken my advice yet. He’s still at the bank, as far as I know. One day he’ll do it. Maybe he needs to meet his person first. Perhaps that will be the catalyst.
The other thing I need to do before we take the next step is for me to finish my book. Keeton stayed true to his word about having me write in the little office next to his. It’s quiet and Keeton leaves me to my work, most days. On other days, however, he can be quite the distraction, especially after he’s read one of my steamy love scenes. He has inspired a lot of particularly graphic love scenes. I try to get him to read those passages at home, but there are times I need my man’s input on the spot.
Thankfully, Molly is usually here so he rarely starts with the hanky-panky at the office. Molly decided to come back to work after I told her how much I wanted to write. I think she was relieved I didn’t want to keep her job. Maddy spends most days with Adam’s parents so Molly can work. I think it’s good for both of them, as well as Adam’s family. They’re a great support for Molly who is still struggling with the loss of Adam. Shoot. I always tear up when I think about that little family. Then, when I imagine losing Keeton, it really takes me over the edge. I just can’t go there.
As for my family? My dad has really gotten into the biker lifestyle. He hangs out at the shop frequently. He’s been helping Keeton with a new design, acting as his assistant. I think both men are enjoying the time together. It’s like they’re long-lost friends, or perhaps my dad is the father Keeton wishes he’d had. Either way, it warms my heart to see the two of them huddled together talking about motors.
My sisters are all busy too. I’ve barely seen any of them in the last month or so since I’ve been immersed in all things Keeton, but I need to make a note to myself to find out how they’re all doing. I’m not completely in the dark, though. I know Sadie’s planning a cruise with her boyfriend, Andrew. Keely’s almost finished with the school year. With her summer off, she’s got plans to hang with her friends, take some continuing education classes, and doing goodness knows what else. Aggie is doing better since we held a family intervention at her house a couple weeks ago. She wasn’t handling this loss-of-job situation well. She’s still unemployed but I think she and Violet have been spending more time together. That’s good for both of them. As for Violet? She’s taking a class or two this summer, as well as working part-time at Sadie’s bakery. Gosh, I miss my girls. It’s my job as the oldest sibling to keep an eye on them. Mom would have wanted it that way.
“You about done, babe?”
I’m supposed to be finishing up my newest chapter, but I’m stuck. There’s something I need to know about a man’s, well, his penis, but I can’t bring myself to ask Keeton. My face burns hot even thinking about asking him. I stare at him as he leans, with both hands above his head, on my office door jamb. It makes his arms look amazing. His tee has pulled up to reveal a little bit of his stomach. My goodness, Keeton’s stomach is so carved and sexy. I love running my tongue over his abdominals. Oh, shoot, I let my mind wander into the lustful category.
He steps into my office, shutting the door as he comes. “What’re you thinkin’ about, Lain?”
“Keeton.” I warn. “Molly––”
“Left for the day.”
Uh oh. Holding my hand up to stop him, I go to a place I shouldn’t go. “I need to ask you about your penis.”
He stops in his tracks. For a split second I think he’s appalled by my query, but I’m wrong. Very wrong. I watch his hand move down past his heavenly abs to his crotch. “Oh, yeah? You want to talk about my cock?”
Penis. Geesh. Clearing my throat, I lean back in my chair and cross my legs, feigning confidence. “Yes. Describe what happens when you get an erection in, um, your jeans.”
“This for your book, babe, or for you? You want my big, hard, cock?”
I’m flabbergasted. “Keeton,” I squeak. “Of course, it’s for my b-book.” I don’t know why I’m still so shy around him. I think he just surprises me with the things he says. My eyes haven’t left his pants area since he placed his hand there. I can’t help it. It’s mesmerizing. He’s moved close enough for me to touch it, him, if I wanted to, but I don’t.
“Watch.” He moves his hand away from his pants to my cheek. Running his thumb down the side of my face to my mouth, he runs it over my bottom lip, slipping it into my mouth. I suck on it. What? Don’t judge. It’s for research.
I suck on his finger and watch his erection grow, and grow, and grow. It starts to tent his jeans then it begins to grow, extending until I see it move down the inside of his leg. I reach out and run my hand over it, up and down.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs.
God, I love this man. I feel his penetrating gaze, so I look up to meet it. “You want me to keep doing this?”
“No.” He pulls away just slightly. Unbuckling his belt, I stare at his hands as he unbuttons his jeans and hear thezzzzipsound of his fly as he pulls it down slowly.
I’m tempted to reach out to pull his jeans and boxers down, but instead I lean back in my chair again, so I can watch. This man is fascinating. I can’t get enough of him. We shouldn’t do this in the office, but if Molly’s gone…
I stand up from my chair, bending slightly so I can reach up under my skirt. Wiggling out of my panties, I let them fall to the floor kicking them to the side. Keeton hasn’t taken his eyes off me. I lift my skirt up until it’s around my waist. Turning away from him, I lean forward, placing my hands on my desk. Arching my back, I look over my shoulder. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Are you gonna fuck me or what?”
“Christ, woman,” he growls. “You’re going to be the death of me. Moving up behind me, he leans down close enough for our mouths to meet. In a slow, seductive kiss, he tells me everything I need to know. He loves me, he cherishes me, and he thinks I’m sexy. “You’re such a contradiction, my sweet, sexy, girl.” I feel him move his erection right where I want it.
“Oh?”
“You’ve been blushing since I walked in the door. You turned almost fluorescent pink as you pulled your skirt up. When you bent over, I could see you bite your bottom lip. So fucking sweet, angel.” He thrusts inside of me until he’s fully seated.
“Keeton,” I whisper. “Don’t stop.”
“I. Won’t. Ever. Stop.” He’s pumping into me with each of those words. “I’m going to come so deep and hard inside of you. I’m gonna put my baby in you.”
“Oh, God.” I moan. He’s been saying things like that for weeks. Every time he’s inside me he tells me how much he wants children. Children with me. It almost always puts me over the edge. Today is no exception. Using his right hand, he brings it around to my front, so he can circle his fingers over and around my clit. I push back into him, hard, chasing my own orgasm. “Keeton. I’m close.”
“Good. Get there, Lain.”
I lay my head on my desk and arch my back as I press back into him. “There. I’m there.” I moan. “Good. So good when you’re inside me.” There’s nothing, and I mean nothing, that feels better than an orgasm when Keeton’s inside. I hang on to the desk as he continues to work. His fingers are working on me again, trying to pull another one out of me. It’s easier once I’ve had one orgasm, something else I didn’t know until Keeton. I can have lots of them with Keeton. I squeeze the edge of my desk with both hands and feel the second wave hit. “Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck, yes.” I feel his entire body up against mine as he comes inside. A small orgasm floods out of me just thinking about him and me and a baby.Ourbaby.
