Keagan (This is Our Life Book 2) Page 18

  As water cascades simultaneously down and around us, Keagan squirts a handful of my body wash into his hands.

  “Turn around, angel.”

  He begins to massage his soapy hands over my shoulders, my back, my butt, then the backs of my legs. I’m lost in the pleasure. A moan escapes past my lips.

  “Yeah. Relax, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.”

  Keagan continues with his ministrations as if he’s committing to memory every inch, cleaning every single spot on my body, not one ounce of flesh forgotten. He even washes my hair. I’m going out of my mind from his affection when he moves to start cleaning himself.

  “Oh, no you don’t. My turn,” I sound off in a husky whisper.

  Keagan chuckles and relents. I begin my journey of mapping his body. I pay homage to each muscle, to each scar. The guy is loaded with both. I’m caught up in the sight of his magnificent form and rubbing him all over. I come to his penis and stop.

  “Oh my goodness. That’s such a big … thingy.” The member in question stands tall and proud, ready for action, beckoning me further.

  “Yeah, it’s a dick, Jo. A cock. Your dick, your cock. Claim it,” he says, taunting me, daring me to call it one or the other.

  “My … dick. This is my dick.” I like the way it sounds.

  “Good girl.”

  He lets out a sharp hiss as I grip his cock in my hands and firmly pull up and down. Keagan places his hand over mine, aiding me for a few strokes. Then he moves his hand between my legs, plunging deep, and I’m in heaven. He captures my mouth with his as we duke it out with our tongues, licking and sucking as his finger plays the same game while I continue to pump his dick hard and fast.

  “Gotta have you now, angel. Sorry, it’s gonna be quick.”

  “I need you, too. Please,” I beg.

  Within a blink he’s on me and I’m shoved up against the wall, hanging in midair.

  “Wrap your legs ‘round me and hold on.”

  I do as I’m told, rewarded by his swollen dick sliding into my dripping pussy. He begins to pound into me frantically creating a rhythm so succulent, moving his hips around, hammering at different angles. He touches my sweet spot over and over. A shutter washes over me. Delicious tingles ripple up and down my spine. Keagan reaches between us and finds my clit, rubbing and tugging.

  “Oh, oh, oh my god! Keagan!” My eyes close tightly, seeing stars as I shatter completely, squeezing and clenching his cock. He follows me.

  “God, angel. Fuck!”

  For years, I’ve lived a pretty anonymous life. Low key, simple, only doing what was necessary for work or visiting the View on occasion. My friends are scarce and that’s the way I’ve always liked it—until now. I feel like my life is on the verge of change. Something big.

  In the early morning sunlight, I gaze upon Keagan’s restful face. The hurricane moved across to make landfall in Texas, creating massive storms heading northeast, fizzling out over the Appalachian Mountain Range. Thank goodness for that. Maybe things will dry out.

  Last night, we went to bed right after the shower. In my bed. Keagan Fontneau was in my bed, all night long. I didn’t ask him to stay; he just did. It was a weird experience, as if he needed to be with me for reasons he’s keeping locked up tight.

  He held me in his arms and it was wonderful, like coming in from the storm or in from the darkness. I keep getting glimpses of this amazing man. I yearn for more. I know I want more from this man. I’m not sure if he’s ready to share more with me yet.

  Looking at Keagan, he appears to be at peace right now, content with himself and the world. I struggle with trying to decide if I should interrupt his moment of peace to go for my morning jog or stay in bed. Keagan moves his head in my direction and the decision is made for me. He’s awake.

  “Good morning, sunshine,” I joke.

  “Good morning, angel. How’d you sleep?” Keagan tugs me closer and kisses my forehead.

  “Real good, actually. How about you?” I pepper kisses all over his naked chest.

  “Good.”

  I glance up and his face is perplexed. Is he debating on his good night’s sleep? Got to leave that alone, for now.

  “Alrighty then. I’m up. I’ve got a client coming into my office this morning for a session.”

  I move to get out of the bed and he snatches me back, burrowing his face in my hair.

  “You sure ya wanna leave so soon, Boo,” he mumbles.

  “No can do, mister. Duty calls.”

  I bust out laughing when his fingers slide up my pajama top and tickle my sides, causing me to flip like a fish out of water on top of him.

  “Oh … my … gosh, Keagan! I’ll … get you … back, you!”

  I reach around and find his stomach to begin my own assault. Before I can, Keagan grabs my arms in one huge hand, pulling them up over my head.

  “Nuh-uh. No can do.”

  “You don’t play very fair, Mr. Fontneau.”

  “Okay, baby. I get it. I gotta get back too. Missing persons to find and all.”

  And that’s the end of it. Our magical time is over.

  After finishing notes from the session that just ended, I snag my belongings and get ready to leave. Balancing the file and my things like a natural acrobat, I shut my office door.

  “Here is Jillian’s file, Angela. Can you please transcribe and leave it on my desk? I’ll go over it in the morning.”

  “Yes, ma’am. Have a good afternoon.”

  “Thanks. You, too.”

  I exit the office building and I’m hit with the humid Florida air. I’m almost to the crosswalk when a stretch limo pulls up in front of me and the back window rolls down. I’m caught off guard when Desmond’s face appears.

  “Lovely day for a ride, wouldn’t you say, Miss Blackwood? I need you to get in. Please don’t make a scene. Think of the children.”

  I take a quick look around me and it’s business as usual. No one notices what’s happening. My insides are screaming “NO! Stop!” in light of everything I learned yesterday. Grayson and Addie flash in my head, and I carefully reach for the door handle and pull. Sliding into the seat facing Desmond, the door closes and the vehicle is moving. He’s holding an open bottle of champagne.

  “What do you want, Mr. Payne?” I respond in a condescending tone, composing myself and preparing for anything.

  “Feisty today, are we? I have a proposal for you. One I believe you won’t be able to refuse. Drink?”

  He leans forward, offering a flute of the bubbly substance.

  “No, thank you.”

  “Very well.” He takes a sip. “Vintage. I’m a firm believer that a good glass of wine makes the most mundane tasks bearable.”

  “Please get to the point.”

  “You have information that I need and I have two very scared teenagers that you want to help find their way back home.”

  My throat tightens up. He’s threatening Calista’s children. “What information?”

  “I want Paul Travers’ location. He has information I need.”

  “I don’t know a Paul Travers.”

  “You know him as Gunner.”

  “No. I still don’t know him.” What the heck?

  “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. We both know you do, lovely Jocelyn. It would be a terrible thing if something were to happen to the twins. Bad things happen all the time, you know. And I also know there is a certain preteen who lives in a place called Lakeview. It would be a pity, really.”

  My face heats to molten lava hot and I want to scream at this conniving snake sitting across from me, drinking his hoity-toity wine. Can I pluck his eyes out now? No, think of the kids, Jo. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

  “Why? Why are doing this?”

  “Don’t worry your pretty little self about the whys. Wrinkles on your forehead would distract from your beauty. You have twenty-four hours to decide.”

  “Or what?”

  “First, I’ll dispose of your precious Addie. Maybe se
ll her or end her. Either way works out for me. Then the two teens will be next.”

  The limo stops and the door opens.

  “Until tomorrow, Miss Blackwood. Clock’s ticking.” He toasts.

  What the heck just happened? I stand on the curb I’ve been dropped at and look around. I’m right across from the parking lot.

  “That no good, yellow-bellied snake!” I holler out to the cars passing by on the street as I shuffle my feet at a piece of paper, stomping. “Of all the cockamamie things.” I trample the paper on the ground a few more times for good measure.

  I have to call Grandma. I have to tell Keagan. No, I can’t mention this to Keagan. I trust him, but this isn’t about the child he’s looking for. My little sister. Holy cow, not good. I’ll tell Grandma and she can make sure Addie’s safe.

  “Oh, God. This is so bad. Not good, nope.”

  I don’t know what to do. I grab my head in my hands. Heading to my car, I unlock the door and slip inside, immediately locking the doors behind me. Either way, someone is going to get hurt. Either way, I’m going to lose Keagan or the kids. What would Keagan do? He’d go in barrels blazing and save the day; that’s what he does. Will he understand if I do this? Will he forgive me? I hope so.

  I push the button on my phone to call Grandma. It rings twice before I’ve pulled my car out onto the street. My grandma’s affectionate voice answers.

  “Jocelyn! Hello, baby girl.”

  “Hey, Grandma. We need to talk.”

  The conversation ends and I hang up the phone. Catherine Windsor’s sobs replay in my head. Today’s update was the same as yesterday’s. We are getting closer and have more leads to follow, but the operation hasn’t discovered little Trey’s whereabouts. Thomas’ inquiries sounded void of hope, dull of life. Both are aware that the more time that passes after a child goes missing, the less chance they have of gathering helpful intelligence.

  “Hey, Keagan. Got a moment?”

  “Sure thing, MacGyver.”

  “I really don’t know why you call me that.”

  “You’re just handy to have in a pinch.”

  “Thanks. I think. So, I went on a fishing expedition earlier.”

  “You don’t say. Catch anything?”

  “I think so. I’ve been looking for a trail using specific keywords and narrowing the parameters down to a manageable amount. The search looks for patterns based on the that input. Once the data collects from the hits, it’s dumped into a file where the search is limited by relevance. There are several analyses running simultaneously. I’ve found a trend. One in particular caught my eye. I’m not sure if it’s something that will help find the Windsors’ child. I’m stilling those scenarios, but …”

  “You seem reluctant to tell me.”

  “He didn’t want you throwing him out on his ass,” Lukas voices, walking over and plopping down in a seat beside us.

  “You’re proving your worth, kid.”

  “Keagan, Ollie, and I talked about offering you a position with Trident, if things work out with this operation.”

  “I … I really don’t know what to say, Luc.”

  “Well, since this isn’t an official offer, you can wait and answer when it is. Now. What don’t you want to tell me?”

  “The data I ran using the Blackwood name returned specific hits. Crossbreeding cattle, investment properties, bank accounts, and so on. When I added Rice into the search, more investment properties showed up all over the country. I went even further and checked the dates each property was acquired. Matilda’s purchased a new residential home on a yearly basis for the last ten years. Some of those years, more than that.”

  “So, what? She’s got the funds and probably needs the write off.”

  “That’s exactly what I thought, too, but if you connect the dots on a map, it’s a zigzag pattern. And all of the houses are off the beaten path. Nowheresville, USA.”

  “Interesting. Anything else?”

  “Ten years ago, she took a large sum of money out that was unaccounted for. Supposedly lost without a trace,” Lukas quickly divulges.

  “How much are we talking about?”

  Gunner booms, “Five million buckaroos.”

  “Dayum. That’s a smack load of Benjamins disappearing.”

  Lukas mumbles, “You’re telling me. I didn’t realize the Blackwoods were so well off.”

  “The little time I was around the entire family, Harold’s children were the only ones that acted down to earth. Pop thought it was because of Matilda’s influence on them. She didn’t come from old money.”

  “I think she learned how to spend it,” Lukas coughs, trying to hide his laugh.

  “No kidding.”

  “One more thing my search found. Two days after her withdrawal, a deposit for the same amount was wired into an offshore account belonging to the Cabricci Family.”

  “Coincidence?”

  “Doubtful. I’m still following the trail.”

  “Keep me posted on what you find.”

  “Roger that, boss man.”

  I’m trying hard not to smile when the cellphone rings.

  “Talk.”

  “Keagan, I’m running surveillance on Payne. He just pulled up in front of a downtown office building and Jocelyn got in.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about? She knows to stay clear of him.”

  “She’s in his limo. Looks like the driver’s been told to circle. We’re almost back to where he picked her up.”

  “Don’t lose sight of her. I’m gonna blister her ass for scaring me like this and kill that motherfucker when I get my hands on him.”

  “The limo stopped and she’s getting out.”

  “Is she hurt?”

  “Nope. The opposite. She looks pissed off. Hold on. She’s yelling something and stomping her foot.”

  “Whew. That’s good. I would rather have a pissed Jocelyn than an unhappy one.”

  “She’s finished her tirade and now she’s just standing there. Looks like she’s in shock and she looks sad. She’s moving in the direction of her car.”

  “Fuck. Keep your location hidden from her. You trail in stealth mode and ensure she gets home safely. I’ve got a beta team en route to intercept Payne.”

  “Affirmative. I’m in pursuit. I’ll call if anything changes.”

  The phone line goes dead and I’m left deciding what my next move with Jo will be. Lukas and Gunner discuss coverage of Payne.

  “I’ll be back later. Contact me if anything changes.”

  Opening the front door, Jocelyn’s eyes seem to confess how she’s going to play her earlier encounter with Payne. She’s not going to mention her joyride to me. I’m disappointed initially because that means she doesn’t trust me. The time we’ve shared, I felt connected to her, a bond forming between us. I make a quick decision not to push her for details. When she’s ready to talk, I’ll be there. Unlocking my arms, I extend them wide.

  “C’mere, Boo. You look like ya need a hug.”

  She walks into my waiting, open arms. Her subtle body curves into the harder planes of mine. She fits perfectly. Rubbing her back, I shift and bend, cradling her close.

  “What are you doing now?”

  “We’re going to put the rather large soaking tub you have to good use.”

  “Perfect. You can put me down. I can walk, you know.”

  “I wanna hold you close, angel. Amuse me and just go along with it, ‘kay?”

  “M’kay.” She nuzzles closer, licking the column of my neck. “You’re always trying to carry me, Keagan.”

  I deposit her on the bathroom counter and start the water. Steam slowly fills the room. When I turn around, she’s naked. The clothes she was wearing, lying in a heap on the tile floor. Her hips sway provocatively from side to side and she walks closer to me. She stops and tugs the tail of the shirt I’m wearing. My fingers join hers and our gazes lock. She’s radiates warmth and tenderness, something my battle weary soul hungers for, a heali
ng balm only she can administer … an intimacy between lovers.

  She huskily whispers, “You have too many clothes on, baby.”

  I take over and swiftly discard my clothes alongside hers. She guides us into the steamy hot water, positioning herself between my thighs and trapping my throbbing cock against her smooth, round globes. Her head rests on my chest. A moment later, pulsing jets activate, massaging the muscles, and she exhales a deep breath. This angel in my arms is slowly changing me.

  “You wanna tell me what’s bothering you? I’m pretty good at reading your body like a book, but your mind’s another thing.”

  “I’ve just … well, been thinking about Fallyn.”

  She really isn’t going to discuss Payne. Her life could be in danger. An ache emerges in the pit of my gut. Doesn’t she know by now that I would move Heaven and Earth to help her? If she doesn’t want me to know, then something serious is happening.

  “You never did explain to me why she left.”

  She opens a conversation I need intel on. This could help in the long run.

  “I still don’t understand what happened, Keagan. One minute, everything was perfect and the next, well, you remember. I never apologized for the way things went south. I’m really sorry about all that.”

  “Shhh, cher. Not necessary. We all have our demons to deal with, true?”

  “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

  “Tell me, Jo. When was the last time you saw Fallyn?”

  She pauses. I worry that I’m pushing too hard, too fast.

  “I remember the last time I saw her like it was yesterday. It’s one of those memories that stick with you, even in the stormy weather. And it was also the first and last time I ever met little Harper.”

  She stops and, for a second, I think she’s finished. I place my hand on her belly and pull her closer, comforting her.

  “I was pulling up to my grandma’s house. I parked carefully in her driveway, a little bit of hope unfurling because I would get to see her: my sister Fallyn. I was hopeful. And, you know my grandma, she’s a prickly woman, a dominant gal. The true monarch of the Blackwood family.”

  She looks over her shoulder at me and graces me with a smile.