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KELLER

Twice, that’s how many times I’ve seen Alana.

That’s also the amount of time I’ve called her.

The first time might have been only twenty minutes, but the second time, we talked until she was yawning from working all week.

My shoulder was ready for me to relax, but I would have ignored it if it meant a few more minutes listening to Alana’s voice.

That didn’t mean I didn’t text her something random throughout the day.

When Tanner gave me his advice as well as Alana practically throwing me off that one day, I knew there was only one way to handle this, and that was to go hard.

I’ve had all these rules for the past five years—no bringing a woman into Jace’s life, don’t get involved with a woman where the heart is involved, and never trust one either.

That’s the type of damage Jace’s mom did when she willingly signed over her parental rights the day he was born.

Shit like that, it leaves a scar bone deep, builds up a callous on your heart, and fuck if it doesn’t scare the living crap out of you.

Alana came out of left field, sneaking in, and it damn near had me choking on my own rules.

Little did she know when I was with her, peace surrounded me.

I wasn’t the single dad, the workaholic busting his ass, and I damn sure wasn’t the man I was five years ago.

Not when I was with Alana. I was just Keller, a man who lived in the moment, my only goal getting her off and feeling good in the process.

So, yeah, she fucking snuck in. Only when Alana texted, I wasn’t the Keller I was when I was with her.

I was Keller, the single dad, the workaholic, my only focus on those two things and not Alana, causing me to fuck it all up.

I’m only hopeful that she’ll give me the chance to show her I’m more than that useless excuse of a man.

I already know there’s no going back to sleep for me, not after waking up in the middle of the night with Jace.

A rare occurrence these days, but sometimes, he’ll wake up out of a dead sleep, sweating, soaked through his pajamas, and just in need of a bit of comforting.

It took a warm bath, new clothes, and settling into my bed beside me until he calmed down from whatever spooked him.

Of course, once he fell back asleep snuggled so close to me, drooling on my arm, I let him stay there until I knew there was no waking him.

I peeled myself away, started his sheets that were soaked, put new sheets on, and then gingerly put Jace back in his own bed, hoping I’d get some sleep.

That didn’t happen, so now it’s three o’clock in the morning, and nothing is helping me shut my brain off.

“Fuck it. Maybe a shower will help.” I walk into my bathroom, turn the water on all the way hot, take off my sling, more a nuisance than anything, especially when your boy needs you, and strip out of my clothes.

I left the door open in case Jace wakes up again, not giving a shit what it says about me that there’s a baby monitor in his room and one set up in mine in case he needs me again.

My head is under the shower head, hot water spraying down on my head.

I hope the stress from Jace being upset and this stupid broken collarbone will ease up some with the dual shower heads hitting both sides of my body.

The water coasts down my body, relaxing me, allowing me to unwind, and when I do that, my mind instantly goes back to the one time Alana and I were in her shower, her reddish-brown hair loose and tousled from my fingers running through it from taking her earlier in the night against the wall.

We both needed one another, unable to make it to her room, our clothes stripped just inside her doorway.

I almost forgot using a condom, that’s how much of an effect Alana had on me.

My cock sliding through her bare pussy lips, her body arching, my length right at her entrance, all she’d have to do was slam down, and I would have been buried to the hilt.

A big part of me wanted that, never having felt that way with another woman.

Even with Jace’s mom, I always gloved up, but shit happens, and there’s no way I would have changed having him for the world.

“Keller.” Her moaning my name sounded breathless as I hurriedly put the condom on, grasped her hips, and slammed her down on my cock.

Alana’s body took me like it was her god given right.

I wrap my hand around my cock, each memory playing on a reel in my head, Alana’s cunt strangling my length as she came faster than ever before, taking me right along with her.

“Christ.” My hand doesn’t leave my dick.

Another thing to be thankful for is messing up my left arm and not my right one, or it would be one hell of a recovery.

Even still, the next reel playing in my mind is of when we moved to her shower, much smaller than my own, but we made it work.

Instead of staying standing this time with my back up against the tile as Alana’s mouth works my cock, I take a seat on the built-in bench, knowing with the way my body is burning up with the thought of having her in this shower, remembering the way she sucked me so deep that the back of her throat convulsed against my cock, I won’t be able to stay upright.

I feel Alana’s moans like a whisper against my skin.

She’s not even in the same room with me, yet it's like she is. I grip my cock harder, nothing like it would be if she were here with me. The vision of her on her knees, hair wet, mascara running down her cheeks, a coy smile on her face when she takes her mouth off my length before she is no sooner back on it, tits bouncing, nipples hard and pebbled, skin wet from the shower, goose bumps peppering her skin but not from being cold; it’s the fact that she gets off on sucking my cock as much as when my face is between her spread thighs.

My mouth waters, wanting a taste of her lips, her skin, and her cunt.

“Fuck,” I groan on a downward slide of my fist, my balls drawing tight.

I’m not quite ready to come yet, my mind not catching up with what my body is demanding, so I slack off, going back to Alana sucking me off, my hands sliding down the slope of her neck until they’re full of her perky breast, my thumbs gliding along the cherry-tipped nipples, knowing if my mouth were on them right now, she’d be coming.

If only I could slide my hand down the length of her body, I know I’d find her cunt wet, begging for my cock.

“Alana.” When she purrs along my cock, that’s when my hands leave her breasts, fisting her hair, guiding her up and down, not that she needs help with making me come.

It’s more of wanting it to last as long as possible and the need to be in control of when she takes my cum down the back of her throat.

My eyes lock on hers. Alana’s eyes are wide open, and that’s when I jet my cum inside her mouth, watching as she swallows me, feeling it, too.

Every fucking sensation I’m feeling is on overload, and it’s because of the woman I let get away.

I’m pissed as hell I’m coming in my hand when I could have her in my bed.

That’s something that will happen, and hopefully soon.

I don’t care if I have to work double time.

I need Alana like I need air to breathe, and I won’t stop until I have her.