“I survived.”
After she finished eating, I put away the rest of the spread to eat later and did the dishes. Keira offered to help, but I said no. “Go get dressed for your morning training.”
“You’re worse than my physical therapist,” she grumped.
After she’d changed into workout clothes, with her curly hair tied back, Keira returned to the kitchen. I was wiping down the counters. Her arms went around my waist, her cheek resting between my shoulder blades.
I closed my eyes and savored the contact. This was what I’d always longed for with her, and it was so perfect it hurt.
Then her hand sneaked into my shorts and brazenly squeezed my cock. “We have time for a quickie, don’t we?”
“Keira…” I groaned, turning around.
But she was already sinking to her knees. Damn. Tugging at my shorts and boxer briefs, she had her mouth around my soft dick in moments.Nngh, how was a guy supposed to resist that?
My hands gripped the counter. She sucked me, and my cock filled in no time. Hard and aching between her lips as her tongue flicked the underside.
Heaven. This was heaven, and I had no idea who’d screwed up and let me in past the gates.
When she pulled off me, I almost dragged her back. “Why’d you stop?”
“I almost forgot about morning training. Oops. I know how important it is. We’d better get out there.”
My head tipped back, and I made an undignified sound that some might’ve called a whimper. “When did you turn evil? How am I supposed to run with this thing?”
Keira stood up, brushing off her sweatpants. “Isn’t that the three-legged race?”
“Now who’s got the corny jokes?”
She went onto her toes and whispered in my ear. “I’m not so innocent anymore, huh?”
“Not innocent.” My arm draped around her shoulders, holding her close as I leaned back on the counter. “You’re good in all the ways that matter. But not innocent.”
Her face got a thoughtful look. “There’s an old proverb I heard once. Passed down through generations.A lady must be proper in the streets, but a freak in the sheets.”
We both cracked up. “Wow. Are you sure you didn’t get that from Donny Phelan and his podcast?”
She poked me in the chest. “Jerk. He wishes he was as clever as me.”
I had to give her a few more kisses before training time. We were still laughing as we headed out into the sunshine.
When had I ever been this giddy with happiness?
It was almost enough to make me forget this couldn’t last.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Dean
I controlledmy breathing as I leaped up and over a wall, landing on the balls of my feet. Then practiced quick footwork through the tire run, grabbed a couple of heavy sandbags, and sprinted up a hill.
Keira always watched me from the back deck, and today, she wasn’t even being subtle about it. She stood with her hands on the railing, head tracking my every move.
It was possible I was showing off a little. After getting naked with her last night, I somehow had even more to prove.
The temperatures were starting to climb. Sweat poured down my face and body and soaked the waistband of my shorts. I’d gotten rid of my shirt a while ago.
I felt her eyes on me as I grabbed a drink of water and caught my breath. Keira had already finished her cardio and stretching as well as her drills on cleaning and assembling the rifle.
