Keagan (This is Our Life Book 2) Page 13

  I suck harder and thrust my finger into her welcoming heat. Tightness engulfs my finger as her muscles ripple and squeeze, seeking relief from the intense pleasure swarming her body. I insert another finger and her hips violently bump against the palm of my hand. She’s become a hellcat, wild and untamed, chasing her pleasure and determined to let nothing stand in her way of satisfying her body’s need.

  An unknown feeling overcomes me. Need. Possession. Her swollen breasts heave, seeking oxygen for the deprived lungs within and the restlessness of finding satisfaction. I need more. Crawling into a lower position on her body, my mouth latches on to her core and my tongue spears into her.

  “Keagan!” she screams.

  Her fingernails dig into my smooth head, pushing her pussy upwards for more. My tongue strokes her intimately and I zone in on her sensitive clit. Sucking the swollen nub into my mouth, I insert my fingers into her and hook upwards, hitting the spot that sends her tumbling into sexual oblivion. Moisture washes over them instantaneously. Her body trembles.

  Possession. Intent. Longing. I clench my teeth as the need for her surges through me. My body responds balls tightening, cock aching for her to satisfy. She’s boneless in my arms, a slight film of sweat, glistens over her flushed skin. Her eyes open and she focuses on me. Before words can form, I’m pressing into her, and a husky moan escapes from the moist lips I’m devouring.

  Piece by piece, inch by agonizing inch, I bury myself into the depths of her welcoming body, stretching her tender muscles. The crown of my thick, engorged cock leading the way through the fiery heat. Finally. My angel. The pounding of her heart against my chest draws my gaze back to her. Her darkening eyes blaze with desire and yearning.

  She looks between our bodies, where we are joined, staring between her thighs as I take her body. In. Out. Slow. Precise. My erection is covered from the dampness her body produces each time I withdraw from inside her. She flings her wavy hair, arching backwards, while pinching and cupping her breasts. Short quick breaths escape from her lips when she grits her teeth at the excruciatingly slow pace I’ve set.

  Ecstasy. The feeling of completeness washes over me. I know I’ll never be the same. She’s changing me minute by minute, second by second, my shelter from the raging storm inside my mind.

  An edge of uncontrollable need takes over and I’m relentlessly pounding into her haven. I fuck her as if my life depends on the next stroke. I want her to remember tonight, forever branded into her mind. Thrust after thrust, stroke after stroke, my hips move in accordance to hers, both of us fighting for the ultimate pleasure.

  Her legs circle my waist anchoring her ankles above my ass. I’ve lost all sense of finesse. My only thought is Jocelyn and the sexual fulfillment we’re racing towards. My pace increases. I’m driving into her harder, faster with every plunge. Her cries fill my senses as her pussy tightens around me, sucking me into her climax. I thrust one more time, hard, deep, and explode as a powerful orgasm rips through my body. Unimaginable pleasure courses through me.

  I collapse out of breath and energy. Gently, I pull her into my side. After what we just shared, I need to feel connected to her. Stroking her backside, I wait for our breathing to return to normal. It doesn’t take long. Jocelyn recovers first. A smirk forms across my face. She’s fallen quietly into a peaceful rest.

  What the fuck just happened? I’m wrestling with unfamiliar emotions. I knew it wasn’t smart to mess with Jocelyn. From the first day I met her, she’s held an uncanny ability to bring out strong feelings. I know I can’t offer her a future—not now, not with the baggage I carry and the crazy life I live. For now I’ll have to be satisfied with tonight and all we shared.

  My phone vibrates on the bedside table and I know my time with Jocelyn is coming to an end. I’ve known for years she was the only one for me, and being with her confirms this. I wish I could make her the promises she so desperately needs, but I can’t. I’m not sure if I will ever be able to. There’s too much water under the bridge. Reaching for the phone, I open the text from Gunner, which reads: We need to talk. My room ASAP.

  Sighing, I easily extract myself from her and roll out of bed as quietly as possible. She doesn’t stir from her slumber.

  I locate my jeans and slide them on. I unlock the adjoining door and open. What I find blows my mind. The television, radio, and some other electronic devices have been torn apart and reassembled into a makeshift computer of sorts. The phone jack is wired into them. A keyboard is attached and Gunner is feverishly typing. He glances from what he’s doing when he hears the door behind me close.

  “We’ve got to leave. They’re on their way. I know these people here are your friends. You don’t wanna bring this trouble to their doorsteps.”

  “Slow down, kid. Explain it me. What trouble and who’s coming?”

  “The Phantom Prophets and some of the people who are working with them. They must suspect something, or maybe they just wanna ensure I deliver the goods before I find out what they are up to. Not sure.” He continues rambling, “I located the target for the client and you’re right. I wouldn’t have believed you. This is one fucked up mess I’m in.”

  “Have you contacted them?”

  “No. I entered a back door, checking the files I had stolen for them. I needed to know what they were doing with the data. I thought it was all about guns and laundering money. Money, for shit’s sake! But, they’re connected to some major players in the middle east. Terrorists. Ties to the mafia. You were right, Crash. I’m a dead man walking.”

  “If you didn’t contact them, then how do they know where you are? I need answers, Gunner.”

  “I tapped into the convos. I’ve been listening half the night. Couldn’t sleep with the weather beating shit out there.”

  “What the fuck did you do?”

  “You know, found their station and listened. Didn’t take long after that to follow the trail. And they know you were sent to get me.”

  “You’re shitting me, right?”

  “No.”

  “Stay here. Clean this shit up, little MacGyver. I’m going to get us some different wheels. Be ready to split in thirty.”

  I walk back into the room and Jocelyn’s lying there asleep in the same position as I left her a little while ago. She looks like an angel. Her golden locks of hair fan the pillow creating a halo effect. The slight sprinkle of freckles on her nose has me wishing for more time, but she’s in danger now, danger that I’ve put her in the middle of. She’s suffered enough and I can’t drag her with me.

  Once I’ve finished the travel arrangements with Grady, I quietly shower and dress. This is going to be so hard on her. I remember the months of thinking about her when I left the View and we were just best friends, or like she thought of me as her not-boyfriend material. Maybe when this is all over, I can find a way to be a part of her life.

  After picking her clothes up off the floor and packing my bag, I memorize the image of her sleeping for later when my tormented nights return.

  Leaning over, I kiss her lips. “Until later, m’aingeal,” I whisper softly.

  I need more of Jocelyn. I can’t make her any promises, but there will be a later, because I’m not satisfied with just one night of ecstasy in her arms. Then I leave, locking the door on my way out.

  Knocking on the psychedelic orange eight, Gunner opens it with his bag swung up on his shoulder.

  “Let’s go. Grady’s found us some transportation. Two bikes.”

  “You want to ride a motorcycle in this weather? What’s wrong with using your truck? We would at least stay somewhat dry.”

  “They’ve all seen the truck, and with the taillight busted, we’re an easy target. This way they won’t be expecting us and it’ll at least give us a head start outta here ‘til we can meet up with reinforcements. Besides the weather's let up and we've got a dry spell to ride.”

  “What do mean ‘reinforcements’? You didn’t tell me you were gonna involve outsiders. I mean, uh, besides us.” />
  “Sooner or later, you’re going to have to trust me. I know what I’m doing. I plan on keeping you and me safe and alive.”

  “So, you’ve got a plan to keep us alive?”

  “Duh, fuckwit. I always have a plan.”

  “We’ll have to go slow.”

  “Follow me and you’ll be fine.”

  I head in the opposite direction of the lobby. We need to get the hell outta here. I can feel the net closing in on us. Even with the bad weather, evil will find a way, and the people hunting Gunner are playing for keeps. They won’t let a hurricane stand in their way.

  This place hasn’t changed since the last time I’d visited before shipping out to Afghanistan. I had bought a bike and needed Grady to work his magic. He’s known around these parts as Midas for his golden touch on customizing motorcycles to match the personality of its owner. I purchased her a while back and only Grady could make her mine.

  I open the door marked “Garage” and walk through. A few guys are sitting around talking. They glance our way. I notice one of them is the son of a bitch who smiled at Jocelyn last night. He better stay the fuck away from her if he doesn’t want a fucking knuckle sandwich. He’s not good enough for her. She belongs to me. My only problem is she doesn’t know it yet, even if we don’t have a future.

  Grady enters from the back, wiping his hands with a rag, and motions us towards a black Suzuki GSX.

  “I made a few adjustments, but she’s ready. Got this one for him, too,” he mentions, nodding in Gunner’s direction. “Took the governor off, so speed won’t be an issue if you get in a bind.”

  “What the hell? You can’t be serious. You want me to ride that to Miami? In the rain? It’s almost three hundred miles away. They’re made for racing, not long distance travel. They’ll be calling me Bowlegged Bob by the end of this trip,” Gunner whines.

  “It’s the only bike I’ve got available fast enough to keep up with Keagan’s. You’ll have to make do, little Bob,” Grady smirks.

  “Shit. This keeps getting better and better.”

  I’m restless, needing to get on the road and removing Jocelyn from the danger coming for us.

  “Stay alert, Bulldog. Not sure what trouble’s coming your way.”

  “You know me. I’m always ready for trouble. Won’t catch me with my pants down.”

  “Phantom Prophets ain’t something to laugh about. I’ve seen with my own eyes what they are capable of when they want info from unwilling people. It’s brutal. They mean business,” Gunner intercedes.

  “Boy, you don’t know much about me or you wouldn’t be worrying. I can handle my own. I use to eat boys like that for breakfast.” Grady chuckles and slaps Gunner on the back.

  “All’s the same. Keep your eyes open and your finger on the trigger.”

  “I hear you loud and clear, Keagan.” Grady glances around the garage area and finds several of his men listening. “Anybody fucking stupid enough to come here looking for a fight won’t be disappointed.”

  “Good enough.”

  “What about your lady friend from last night? You want us to look out for her, too? Whew. She’s a looker. Kendall wasn’t very happy about you talking with her. Thought she may shoot you herself.”

  “No shit. She made sure Jocelyn was taken care of. She passed out before I got her to the room. Can you make damn sure she isn’t seen? Hopefully, she’ll be long gone before they show up. If they even do. I don’t want them seeing her.” Pointing to the guy that smiled at Jocelyn last night, I say roughly, “She belongs to me, so stay the fuck away from her.”

  He’s shocked I called him out, and Grady busts out laughing. I may not be able to have her with me now, but I damn sure won’t let anybody else stake a claim on her.

  “Finally going back for seconds? Didn’t think we would ever see the day when Keagan Fontneau might double dip.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Bulldog. Don’t need this shit right now. Where’s my ride?”

  A genuine smile forms on Grady’s face and he turns, walking a few feet away, lifting a tarp off my bike and revealing the beauty before me. “I’ve made sure she was cranked weekly. She purrs like a lion. Shouldn’t have any problems.”

  That’s when I see my Black Beauty shining in all her glory, like coming home.

  She was an old 80s model sportster, first bike I ever bought as a soldier. I fell in love. Black Beauty. She was matte black and sleek. When I’d returned home before my last tour, I hooked up with Grady about changing her up, customizing her to my way of thinking.

  Now, she’s beautiful. A mobile piece of art. Metallic black paint with lightning streaks of red and gold encircle the gas tank. It’s not too much, but subtle enough to show off the storm that’s brewing when I’m on her: endless heat and badass fuckery.

  Grady replaced the knucklehead motor with a twin cam engine, 96 cubic inches of pure power. The bathtub-shaped motor allows for more efficient combustion and higher compression. The potential to run speeds of up to one sixty plus miles per hour. My kind of ride. The faster the better.

  I’ve longed to feel the rumble from the engine between my thighs. The wind on my face with a long stretch of road in front of me. Freedom. Freedom from the worries surrounding me.

  “Thanks, man. I owe you one.”

  “Nope. That’s just how we do things ‘round here, brother. Watch your back ‘til you meet up with the others, Keagan.”

  “Gotcha. You ready, kid?”

  “As ready as I’m gonna be. I’ve ridden one of these babies before, just not in this kind of weather. Should be an experience I won’t forget.”

  “Make sure you stay behind me and follow my lead.”

  “10-4, daddy-o.” He mockingly salutes me.

  Smothering a smirk, I ignore the fuckwit and straddle the magnificent bike. Inserting the key, the rumble from the engine soothes the storm raging inside.

  We pull away from the Pit-Stop heading east out of Gainesville on highway 20. The wind is rough, and even though the rain has slacked off, the puddles on the road concerns me. Looking in the side mirror, Gunner is hunched over catty corner from my location at four o’clock. He seems knowledgeable enough of the machine he’s riding. He’s steady and strong enough to keep the bike upright. The kid is growing on me.

  My plan is to ride the opposite direction of Gainesville, setting an easy trail for the ones following us. I want to draw them as far away as possible from Jocelyn and the others.

  She’s going to be spitting fire mad at me for leaving without saying goodbye—or at least I hope so. I recall her depression when Fallyn left and curse the stupidity of my actions. Fuck. I don’t want to hurt her, and think maybe I should call her. No. Can’t drag her on, making her believe we have a future together when there isn’t one.

  She has her life in Gainesville and I have mine in Lakeview.

  A bolt of lightning flashes in the distance followed by an awareness of rain starting to fall. We round a sharp curve and a black utility vehicle comes into view, parked on the side of the road. The doors open and three bodies appear. Downshifting, I motion Gunner and maneuver towards them, stopping. Leaving the engine running, I dismount and shoulder bump the soldier in front of me.

  “Rocky, man. You’re a sight for sore eyes. Been way too long.”

  “You’re telling me. Can’t help it, Keagan. I was born with this beauty.”

  “Fuck. You asked that fine woman of yours that question lately?”

  “Yeah and she tells me she’s not worthy of this fine ass,” he says, chuckling.

  “You’re not right. I’ll be sure not to mention that to Sara Beth next time I see her. I told Ollie you were the man for the job.”

  “Wouldn’t be anywhere else. I owe you.”

  “No. I vaguely remember telling you over and over, we’re even.”

  “Not after what you did for me. Life debt. Ain’t going away.”

  His kid brother had returned home from Iraq missing both legs. They needed the money
and the combat veterans motorcycle club I ride with helped raise the funds for his prosthetic legs and therapy. He would have been stuck in a wheelchair. The only thing I did was request the fundraiser ride. My brothers did the rest.

  It doesn’t hurt that our body builds are identical. We could pass as doubles..

  Shannon and Ollie stroll our way. The rain is picking up. I hear Gunner curse and a smile threatens me again, a questioning look from Ollie instantly sobering me.

  “We’ve got our orders from Ollie. With the weather the way it is, we need to get on the road,” Shannon reports. He’s the one who keeps everyone in sync and on time.

  “See you boys back at ground zero in twenty-four hours,” Rocky supplies.

  He revs the engine on my Harley and speeds away with Shannon following closely behind on Gunner’s borrowed motorcycle.

  “Let’s jet,” Ollie says, walking over to the driver’s side.

  I reach for the passenger door handle and somewhere behind me Gunner yells, “Shotgun.”

  Ollie releases a hoot of laughter.

  I just shake my head, open the door, and get in. Stupid fucker’s getting under my skin.

  Ollie makes a U-turn and we are on our way back to ground zero, the safe location Ollie acquired for this operation. The rain is steadily falling and my thoughts drift back to Jocelyn. She should be in her home in her comfy little bed enjoying her comfy life without me.

  Fuck me. She’s getting under my skin now too.

  For some crazy reason, a chill has settled deep into my bones. I grasp at the covers again and pull them up over my head, trying to alleviate the coldness. The smells of sex and Keagan wash through me as I snuggle down into the softness of the extra pillow I’m clutching.

  Pillow? A pillow rests in my arms in place of the whopper of a hard, solid body that was lying next to me earlier.

  I sit up in the bed quickly, untangling the covers off my head and peer around the room. Hair falls forward into my face and I brush it behind my ears. My gaze never finds its target. The black duffle bag that was sitting on the corner chair previously has been vacated. Not a stitch of clothing or anything at all remains, just my own clothes laid neatly across the foot of the bed. Not a trace left of the man I spent the morning making love to. The bad boy, Hottie McHottie Crash, who turned out to be Keagan. My Keagan. Vanished. The same man that kept his bold promise and made me scream over and over again.