Chapter Six
Keegan
I am not a man who makes the same mistake twice—exactly why I am getting Kady alone.
Tonight, I fell even more under her spell despite my best efforts. For the past few days, I have tried to avoid her just for her to be everywhere. I was a fool for walking out on her that night but tonight I learned justhow muchof a fool. Her sugar daddy is a married man—and a good one at that.
Baker is here tonight, and his eyes never stray from his wife Chantel. How I missed the way they gaze at each other whenever I’ve seen them with Kady, I have no idea. Likely because I only had eyes for her. Now I know he helped her out of love for her best friend and because he saw her drive and passion—not for any other reason I assumed before.
I am ashamed jealousy made me so petty and awful to her.
I'm leading her into the woods, away from the others, starved for a moment alone with her. I need time to apologize—to go down on my knees if I need to—which would benefit us both, I'd make sure—and forget about permits and pettiness. I hold her hand tight in mine, both of us breathing heavy as we kick through fallen leaves, going until I can barely smell the fire burning back at the house.
“Taking me off to do away with me so I don’t get my way?”
Slowing when I hear the hesitation in her voice, I turn to her. In the dim light of early evening, she is so stunning my heart stops. I can’t help myself a moment longer. I move to her, cradling her beautiful face in my hands as I bend to seal my mouth over hers.
Kady tastes sweet and savory, like sin and salvation.
As my fingers tangle in her thick dark hair, she melts into me, giving as good as she’s getting. I can’t get enough of her, of this pushing, pleading, tasting, testing kiss that sets me on fire. I bend more, sliding my hands under her skirt, fingers pressing into her thighs. She gives a tiny hop and I grunt because yes, that’s what I want. Moving back, I hit a tree trunk, spin us and press her to it.
Beneath her skirt, I feel her silky skin before lace brushes my fingers. I almost lose it. Her hands slide up my chest and around my neck, a hand tearing my hair from its tidy bun. As our tongues tangle and her sounds drive me crazy, she slides a hand between us. I roar so loud it must echo in the woods and beyond as I realize her intent.
“Christ, Kady,” I lick her lips as I pull back, wanting to watch her, “you have no clue what you do to me. What you’vebeendoing to me. I wanted you the minute I saw you. Such a damn fool. I got it all wrong. I got it so fucking wrong,” I growl as I watch her fingers go between her legs, tugging her little panties aside.
“Keegan,” she husks my name as she touches herself, “now you got a chance to get it right. So, get it right,” she moans softly as she rubs at her sex.
No doubt I am getting it right this time. I don’t know her middle name or who her favorite Bond is—I'll accept Craig or Connery—or if she wears lace, silk, or nothing at all to bed. I pray it’s nothing at all. All I know for sure is for months this woman, just the sight of her, has driven me mad. I'm a different man—the air smells different, the changing trees look different, and I damn surefeeldifferent.
Kady put a spell on me—I am totally bewitched by her.
We share a look that says much more than we could have in the past few months. I don’t know how to wow or woo a woman but here we are. Holding her hypnotic gaze, I reach between her legs and find her silky and soaked. As I push two fingers inside her, her head tips back as the sweetest, sexiest sound passes her lips.
“Keegan, please,” she claws at my shoulder with one hand, her leg hooked tight around my hips, her breath panting, “I need it. Ever since you.... I need it!” She pleads, hungry and wild and it’s all for me.
Tilting my hips, I use my body to hold her up against the tree. One hand keeps stroking her, thumb rubbing at her clit, fingers pumping into her slick heat. My other hand drops between us to make quick work of my belt and zipper. My cock springs out and slaps her pussy with a lewd sound that should remind me where we are and what we’re doing.
“I don’t treat women like some...thing. You made me crazy, jealous, completely mad; I can’t stand thinking of you with another man. Now, there won’t be another man for you. Tell me to stop now, baby,” I plead even as I press my cock to her, hungry to claim, to own, to possess her.
“Don’t you dare stop. It’s been impossible to think of another man. I don’t know your last name, but I know you. Oh yes!”
I drive into her tight heat with one claiming thrust as she cries out. I’m not sure where we are or how we ended up here. All I can think of is her sounds, her sweetness, the taste of her on my tongue, and the way she feels wrapped around me. I thrust into her savagely, grunting her name as I take her. She takes back, clawing at me, moaning soft, needy sounds that make me harder, hungrier.
Kady tips her head back, those lilac eyes glimmering in the moonlight, and shudders as she comes on my cock. Within seconds I feel another wave working its way through her and I pound up into her. Lowering her head, she touches her brow to mine and pants my name, telling me to come, pleading with me, telling me she wants my pleasure because it belongs to her. And it fucking does. She owns me.
“Mine, mine,” I whimper against her lips as I start to come, flooding her with seed and kind of hoping it takes, “you are mine.”
Without pulling out of her, I move to a low tree stump to sit. We’re both breathless and spent. I gather her close to press little kisses over her damp flesh. She laughs and it's the laugh she gave me when she brought me tacos. It’s warm and sweet and it’s fuckingmine. My cock sure seems to recognize it because he’s ready again.
“Oh, oh my,” she moans, pushing at my chest to gaze down at me, “hello there again, big guy.” Her eyes lock on mine as she slowly starts to move, riding me slow and sweet.
“Christ, you undo me, woman. Dole. My last name is Dole, Kady. Don’t stop, I want to watch you come,” I grunt, reaching up to yank at her top to let her breasts spill out.
Bending my head, I tug at her bra with my teeth, licking inside the lace until I catch her nipple. Slow and sweet becomes nasty and needy as she starts to bounce on my lap. Gripping her hips, I slow her down, wanting to savor her. My teeth tug at her other nipple and she whimpers, circling her hips in a figure eight to torture me.
“Bartlett,” she finally speaks again, eyes holding mine, “Kady Bartlett. Keegan Dole. Nice to meet you, honey. Oh god.... yes!” Her pace picks up as I lick and bite at her skin, marking her, claiming her body the way she has claimed mine.
We come together in the moonlight, soft and shuddering. I kiss her swollen lips and pull her close, fixing her clothes. Cool fall air smells of the burning fire, her sweet scent, and our sex. I won’t ever forget the glow of the moon in the sky, the crunch of the leaves beneath us, or the feel of her cradled to my chest.