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He slaps my ass, one cheek and then other, the sound a loudclapagainst the night. He groans and does it again as if the sight alone is enough to get him off. Still, he hasn’t slowed. Not evena bit. He’s slamming me down on his cock over and over again. The sound of skin slapping skin mixes with the sound of our ragged breaths and water splashing everywhere.

“This,” he groans, and I feel something—his thumb maybe?—press against my asshole. I squeal and rock forward. “Is this a virgin hole, Keegan?” he asks between panting breaths. “Has no one ever fucked you here?”

“No.”

His lips trail kisses up my back until he reaches my ear. He pulls me upright, holding me tight by my tits and dropping his foot onto a step so he can change the angle and fuck me like this.

“Not tonight, darling, but I want it. I want it so fucking badly. Will you give it to me?”

My eyes pinch shut. I’m worried about giving him too much. We’re already doing this and doing it without a condom, and we’re living together right now. We’re a unit. A fake couple. And I have a tendency to fall quickly and hard and always pay the price for it. I don’t want to fall for Loomis, and if I give him that piece of me… I don’t know if I can do that.

It might not seem like much to him, but it’ll be a lot for me.

I don’t answer, and he doesn’t push it. He’s too busy fucking my brains out.

“You’re going to make me come,” I cry out, leaning heavily into him because I’m having trouble holding myself up, especially with my wrist.

“You like how I fuck you?”

“Yes. It’s so good I can hardly take it. Please. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

One hand is on my hip. His other slides up around my neck, and he holds me, collars me. His possessiveness drives me crazy. There’s no way I can stop myself from loving it. My orgasm builds, coiling tight in my stomach as he pounds me harder and faster until I’m so fucking close?—

“Come,” he growls, his voice rough and commanding. “Come for me.”

And I do. My body convulses as the orgasm rips through me, wave after wave of pure pleasure. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up for a second as he drives into me relentlessly until he finally comes with a roar, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he fills me with his cum.

Even then he continues to press into me, lazier now, but it’s as if he’s fucking his cum back in, not letting it leak out. He did that this afternoon with his fingers, and something about it makes me clench.

“Sex with you is better than any drug. I think I may be addicted.” He kisses my neck and finally pulls out of me, turning me around so he can hold me against his chest. We stay like that for what feels like forever, clinging to each other as the water laps around us. His lips find mine in a slow, sweet kiss, and I know this is just the beginning.

With Loomis, it will always be like this—raw, primal, passionate, and utterly perfect. And that’s what scares me the most. The way I could so easily become addicted too.

22

Morning stirs with a smile, an idea, and a hard cock. And heaven. Heaven that is Keegan snugly pressed against me. It’s been a week of us together like this. A week of sex and fun and swimming and laughing. A week of isolation and domestic bliss. A week since I convinced her to let me sleep in her bed.

She didn’t want to.

She wants to keep boundaries and use me as her plaything. While typically that would be my exact brand of tea, right now it’s not. I’m not allowing myself to think too deeply about it either. The sex is too good. The feel of her in my arms is too good. The way she makes me laugh and adores my son is too good.

Too good to be true? Maybe.

I hope not.

Right now we’re perfect. I don’t know if it’s the island air or how it went with Child and Family Services or what, but I’m riding a high with her I never want to let go of. Does it scare me? Without a doubt. Every time I start to imagine this being real, I break out into a cold sweat of panic, which is why I’m notthinking about it. I’m in the moment where she is, and since she doesn’t seem to be racing full steam ahead—quite the opposite, really—I’ll take it as it comes.

“Keegan. Keegs. Wake up, my darling,” I whisper-hiss, barely able to contain my mischief and excitement. What I’m plotting is bloody stupid, all things considered, but I’m starting to go stir-crazy. It’s the city boy in me.

“Mmm. What?” she groans, rolling over so her face is tucked against my chest, and her body wiggles closer.

I wrap my arms around her, keeping her in place. Our morning rooster wake-up hasn’t happened yet. It will any second. It’s nearing dawn, but I’ve been awake, my mind too busy to slow. Not to mention, I’m not used to sleeping beside someone, and between my childhood and now being a father, I sleep lighter than ever.

“What time is it?” she rasps, her voice thick with sleep.

“Adventure o’clock.”

She makes a small snorty sound. She does those a lot, and they’re so cute.