Not that I am complaining.
“Have you ever been married?” I ask. No one else is here, and it’s too quiet to listen to myself chew.
“No.”
“No one special ever held your interest?” I ask, giving a timid smile.
“No.”
“Okay then,” I mumble under my breath.
“Marriage is for those who want to trap and contain. Exactly as your husband did to you. He confined you, kept you ensnared in a life you didn’t want.”
“It’s not always like that.”
“Hmmm,” is all the response I get.
“It’s not. We didn’t start out that way. We were happy. We tried for children.”
“No, you weren’t. It was all a lie.” I bite my lip at his words. “Dillan set you up with an illusion. And you bought that illusion hook, line, and sinker.”
My response is a quick and resounding, “No, he did not.”
“Yes, he did,” he replies matter-of-factly.
“I’m not that gullible.” My arms cross over my chest as I lean back in my chair, annoyed that he thinks he knows me so well.
“Okay then, tell me … when I fucked you with my mouth, did you like it?” His crude words make me pause, and it’s not long before I feel my cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. “Words, Sailor,” he demands.
“Yes. Yes, I did.” There is no use lying, he will call me out on it.
“In that moment, you thought I was a good enough man to be between your legs, correct?”
“Yes,” I answer.
“But you know I shoot first and ask questions later. You saw it when I shot your husband. And, Sailor …” he leans over the table, his expressionless eyes staring straight into mine, “… I would do the same to you, no matter how sweet your pussy tastes.”
“You’d shoot me?” I ask in disbelief.
“Right between the damn eyes,” he says without missing a beat. “I would like to fuck you. It’s one of the reasons I haven’t killed you yet. You interest me, but I will also not force myself on you. I don’t need to. All I have to do is touch you between your legs, and you’ll be putty in my hands.”
“My husband did love me once, just so you know,” I say, changing the subject. Last thing I want to be thinking of right now is this man between my legs.
Because I liked it.
A lot.
“Soon to be ex-husband.”
“Yes,” I say in a small voice because it’s not something I am proud of. When I said, “I do,” for me it was forever, and that fact is not lost on me right now.
“I bet you’re the type of girl who pictured the happily ever after.” He smiles darkly. “Having children, married, happy life. But then …” he holds up his finger, “… fucked up uterus, terrible choice in partners, and a life span of who knows how long.”
The way he mentioned my uterus hurts me more than I want to admit.
I never wanted it to be that way.
I wanted kids.
Badly.
I guess now I have to look for a new dream, a new life, because none of what I wanted came true.
“I can make you forget. Do you want to forget?” I don’t bother looking up at him. Even though I hear him getting up and can feel him coming closer to me. His nearness puts everything in me on high alert.
Keir pulls out my chair and whips it around as if I weigh nothing, then he reaches for me, lifting me out of it to sit my ass on the table. A stray tear trails down my cheek and he leans in, licking it away.
I bet it tastes sour.
Just like all of Dillan’s kisses.
Bitter and acidic.
When I finally raise my gaze to find him watching me, waiting for me to tell him to stop, I see want written all over his face. From the way his lips are parted as he stares at me to the way his eyes have darkened just a fraction more.
My mind is gone from what happens next.
It’s like I let a piece of me out that’s been locked away and is finally free. I lie back on the table, my hands going to the hem of my nightgown and lifting it up over my hips, exposing my lace panties to him.
Keir is a patient man, I’ve come to realize, and it seems he likes to meet my needs first.
Lowering himself, his lips make contact with my thigh and, ever so slowly, he gives me torturous, light kisses along my tingling flesh until he reaches my mound. I hear him breathe me in before he removes my panties. I assist without hesitation by lifting my hips for him and feel them slide down my legs.
“You want to be my dirty little slut, lollipop?” Before I can answer, his mouth is on me, and I gasp loudly. “Slut.” I hear him call me, and I make no effort to stop him, to tell him not to demean me like that.
But then again, I somehow like it.
Never thought that word could turn me on, but it does, and I eagerly buck my hips to meet his mouth. His tongue pleasures every inch of my clit, working it as only he can.
I wonder who taught him such magical things.
My body starts to lock, and I know it’s coming. Just before it hits me, he pulls away, leaving my body screaming and wanting more. Keir pulls the zipper of his pants down and now would be the time for me to say no, to move away. Instead, I wiggle down the table, until my ass reaches the edge, and feel him there.
Now is the time to say no.
That I do not want to be fucked by him.
He would stop if I asked.
I know he would.
I feel he would.
So, what do I do? I move down even farther until I’m rubbing myself on him. I see Keir watching my actions intently as he bites his lip, letting out a groan when I moan from the way his cock feels against me. He positions himself at my entrance and then slowly pushes in before lifting my body from the table.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and he starts walking back to his bedroom. With each and every step he takes, I grind myself into him, craving more friction, but it’s not enough. None of it is enough. I try to move more, but he has me locked in place.
I was so close.
So close before, until he removed his mouth, and now that his cock is in me, he’s stopped.
I’m about ready to groan loudly in frustration when he lays me back on the bed, pulls out of me, and goes to his closet, coming back with what looks like a wand.
He turns it on, and I hear a zapping sound as he reaches me. His other hand reaches down and touches between my legs then he motions to my nightgown. “Remove it.”
Somehow, I’ve sobered enough from being drunk off his mouth and shake my head.
Keir barks out a laugh and walks back to his closet. When he returns, his cock is no longer showing, and he doesn’t have that device in his hand.
“Figures,” is all he says as he leaves.
Dropping back onto the bed, I wonder what he was just about to do to me and why I now regret stopping him.
Chapter Thirteen
Keir
Blue balls.
This bitch is giving me blue balls.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
“Did you just …” Joey trails off as he walks out to where I’m standing. He shakes his head. “You’re fucking her? Since when do you fuck someone you’re meant to kill?”
“I’ve done it before.”