After my bath, I wrap up in a thick robe and pad down to Keith's room. The sound of my knuckles rapping against the slightly open door makes him look up from his book and say, “Hey.” He pats the bed for me to sit beside him.
I take a deep breath to gain courage for the conversation we're about to have. The bed bounces a bit, and the springs squeak, reminding me of the first few weeks of our relationship when we couldn't stay clothed. My heart aches wishing I could have that again. “I think I need to move back to Brady and Carly's house.”
Keith's arm slips around my shoulders. “I don't want you to go, but I had a feeling this was coming.”
I turn to him and trace along his temple with my finger. His skin is smooth, and he leans into my touch. “Victor's bound to have sex again soon. And when he does, this will end.”
Keith jokes, “Maybe we should send him a hooker.”
I smile back. “Maybe we should.” But I know that's not what needs to happen. “I love you, Keith.”
“I love you, Sierra. We'll get through this and be stronger for it.”
“I know. Thank you so much for sticking by me.”
He whispers as he drops tender kisses on my face, “You're my dream girl.”
He kisses my lips softly, and I tempt fate by returning the kiss with more. It's familiar and comforting at first, but we heat up to a fever pitch. Before I know it, we're stripping clothes off each other. Our coupling is fast and furious, as if we're racing to beat the clock, and in a way we are.
Victor’s presence licks at my mind, and I mentally describe the way I feel. I speak to Keith knowing my mental captor can and will hear. I can feel Victor and almost hear his panting as if I’m talking to him instead of Keith. The knowledge brings me closer to my orgasm. When I come, I scream out my lover's name and hope it burns through Victor's mind. And that he liked it, too.
Finding each other again, Keith and I lie together in a tangled mess, neither of us willing to move. With my head on his chest, I listen to the beat of his heart, a heart that is strong and true. When his breathing becomes slow and deep, I sit up and look at him. I whisper good-bye, and I do what I have to do.
“Victor, did I wear you out?”
“Not even close. What can I do for you, precious?”
I say what I should have said weeks ago. “I think it's time for us to talk, face to face.”
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Bearly Saints: Complete Edition
Nashville is the center of the country music world. Kids go there to make their dreams come true, and it's no different for the Saint family. Four Bear Shifter brothers, just trying to live regular lives and play music for their fans. But life isn't simple, and even in the golden city of Nashville, these men will have their courage tested and their hearts set aflame!
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Melinda Darling let out a squeak as she hit bottom turning into the pothole-infested gravel parking lot of the Irish Town Pub.
“Please, please, please don’t need any repairs,” she muttered to her car. “I just had you in, and I can’t spend another dime until payday, so please, please, please.”
Slowing to a crawl, she made her way toward the front door of the old warehouse-turned-pub. The only thing the least bit Irish she could see was the color and the name—Kelly green covered the entire metal box, and there was a shamrock over the “i” in Irish—but the metal stairs leading up to the enclosed porch screamed “warehouse entrance” not “friendly neighborhood pub.” Not that Mel had ever been to Ireland to see what a real Irish pub looked like in person, but she had seen The Quiet Man and Darby O’Gill and the Little People, so she knew what a pub was supposed to look like, and this place simply did not mesh at all with what she had imagined for an Irish pub. Nor did the rows of beefy motorcycles lining the front of the building. Mel groaned once more as she brought her compact car to a stop next to a rusty blue van.