“Take me to them.”
An hour later, after showering and changing, I walked inside the Chambers Mansion just in time to see Sheldon serving Kennedy breakfast. Her gaze collided with mine as soon as I walked through the entryway. Even from across the room, I could see how her hands fluttered and her pulse quickened.
So many emotions passed between us in a short span of time.
“Mama, it’s him!” I looked down to see Kennedy pointing and staring up at me in awe. Her expressive round eyes still held the innocence of youth despite her abduction.
“She hasn’t stopped talking about you.”
“It’s fitting really because I haven’t stopped thinking about her.” I closed the distance between us and added, “Or you.”
I brushed her cheek with my fingers, but rather than responding, she flinched away from my touch. Instinct screamed at me to grab her, but I now had to remember the ever-watchful eyes of my daughter.
“Have you told her?” She shook her head and continued to watch me with a wary look in her eye.
“You?”
“No. Last night didn’t seem like the best time.” Her shoulders visibly relaxed.
“Good. I wanted to talk to you about that.”
The finality in her tone set me on edge and immediately put me on the defensive. Rather than going off on her in front of Ken, I pulled her out of the kitchen and into the large pantry.
“Whatever it is you think you should say to me, I want you to think about it again.”
“I don’t have to think about it. I don’t think you being in her life is a good idea. It’s too late—”
In that moment, I could really see myself killing her, so I shut her up the only way I knew how. The kiss wasn’t meant to arouse. It was hard and punishing. She fought to get away, so I crushed her against me. When she finally accepted the loss of control, I turned the kiss into a sensual embrace.
There was nothing I wanted more at this moment than to take her right here against the shelves full of canned vegetables and tomato sauces. The way she pushed her breasts against my chest and moaned into my mouth pushed me dangerously close to testing out the sturdiness of the shelving.
When she opened her mouth for my tongue to explore deeper, I threw caution to the wind and found myself saying, “If I stripped your clothes away and bent you over for my cock, could you take me quietly?”
When she nodded slowly, I hid my surprise and wasted no time slipping down her tiny sleep shorts. I was lucky and elated to find that she was naked underneath. I didn’t want to risk her changing her mind because I wasn’t sure I could stop if she did. I turned her around and lifted her right knee to rest on a middle shelf.
“Keenan, hurry.”
I curled my hand around her neck and brought her ear close to my lips. “How bad do you want it?”
“I’m desperate enough to ignore common sense.”
I chuckled and witnessed the way the sound made her skin vibrate. My jeans came undone and my hard cock pushed through the opening seeking entrance to her *.
“Condom,” she gasped when I began to enter her. It was amazing how wet and ready she already was.
“No.”
“What?”
Her right hand held onto the shelf so I rested mine on top of hers and slammed into her hard. “I said no.”
“Oh, fuck.” After fucking into her a few times, her gasps slowly ascended to low screams.
“And fuck I will, now quiet down. Our daughter is in the next room.” I moved inside her, each invasion harder and deeper than the last. The cans rattled with the force of my thrusts as I picked up speed. I could feel her hand grip the shelf tighter under my hand. Eventually, I was forced to cover her moans with my hand and sunk my teeth into her shoulder to mask my grunts.
“Now that I have your attention let me explain something to you. I’m not going anywhere. You are mine and Kennedy is mine.”
The whimper against my hand was likely a protest, but I kept going. Her hips met mine as she fucked herself on and off my cock, searching desperately for a release I was only glad to give her.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SHELDON
THERE WEREN’T ENOUGH adequate words to describe the plethora of feelings that currently assaulted me.
My daughter had finally been returned home last night after being abducted for over a week, and here I was screwing her father in the pantry of the home I grew up in the very next morning.
Having sex with him was unprecedented. I had no warning or profound reason suitable to explain why, once again, in a forty-eight hour period, I had managed to be coerced out of my panties with little effort.
Maybe it was overwhelming lust.
Or maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t had sex in four years.
I moaned and mewled against his hand like a wanton slut, which was exactly how I felt. In the past, he had always been able to make me feel like a slut and a lady whenever we made love.