Page 102 of Unstable

“Mr. Keaton just has a loud voice! I can’t help it!” Brooke chimes in again.

“She’s right,” Keaton chuckles. “Totally my fault.”

“Henley, you forgot to tell them about my promise!”

“Oh, she’s right again,” I can’t help but laugh. “I hope you don’t mind, and I’ve already made sure she knows to ask one of you first, but I’ve made Brooke promise to come over and visit me regularly. If it isn’t already obvious, I’m pretty taken with her.”

“I’d say the feeling is mutual,” Mike grins. “And,” he takes his wife’s hand, “we will never be able to repay you for your selflessness, but we’ll sure try. If you’re positive,” he pauses, probably giving me one last chance for a retraction that’s never gonna come, “we’d like to accept your offer.”

“I am,” I smile then motion toward the hallway with my head, to which he nods. “Brooke, you can come in now,” I call out with his permission.

She darts in the room, straight to me, and jumps in my lap, throwing her arms around my neck. It’s the best hug I’ve ever gotten, and I return it with everything I am.

“Thank you, Henley. You’re the nicest farm lady in the whole world and my new best friend! Except for my Mommy and Daddy. You all tie.”

“I’ll take it, sweet girl. And you’re very welcome.” I kiss the top of her head, that smells of strawberry shampoo and innocence. “Welcome home, Brooke.”

“MIGHTY NICE THING YOU did tonight, baby.” Keaton murmurs against the back of my neck as we lay in bed. “You think maybe you got a little carried away though?”

“Do you?” I shoot back.

“Oh Henny,” he laughs. “You have to cover up your trap with more leaves than that. No way I’m stepping right into that one. I asked you first.”

“No, I really don’t. It felt right, so I went with it. They’re a wonderful family who just need a chance to jumpstart their dreams. I can give them that, so why wouldn’t I? Unless of course, you changed your mind and don’t want me to move in with you?”

Let’s see him make his way past that trap—laid right out in the open, with no bait even…it’ll snag him up, guaranteed.

“Gonna start packing ya tomorrow,” his baritone laced in primality, sliding a hand down my stomach. “Want you in our house, our bed, as soon as possible.”

Caught within seconds. Knew it.

“Speaking of our bed,” I cover his sneaky hand with my own and remove it, at least until I have my answers I want. “We taking this one or using yours?”

“I don’t really care, but mine’s already there and put together. Seems easiest to use it.”

“Have you ever had sex with another girl in it?”

“Your bed it is,” he immediately clips. “You know, I think I like it better anyway, more comfortable. Been meaning to burn mine, actually.”

“Right answer,” I purr and move his hand back to where it was. “I won’t even ask about the couch or any other furniture over there. You know what to do.”

“Mhmm,” he sucks on my neck and shoulder. “I get it. And you’re damn right I know what else to do, almost forgot.” His hand disappears and I’m flipped over to my back, his body hovering over mine.

“Arms up, sassy,” his raspy demand is irresistible, and I comply, my cami top over my head instantly. He slides his hands up my arms and twining our fingers together, lifts my hands to the headboard. “Grip the bars, and no matter what, don’t let go. If you do, I’ll tie ‘em up there.”

“K…Keaton,” I breathe heavily, finding a hold like he’s told me to. “What are we doing?” I know he hears the tremor of excitement in my voice. A healthy fear of the unknown and how good it will feel causing every erogenous zone of my body to tingle.

“I’m able to uncalm your tits, baby. And after you come for me, I’m gonna fuck ya long and hard. You’ll be all warm and wet, begging for my cock, and I’ll slip right in and stay there, as long as I want,” he promises in a voice of seduction, kissing his way down my chest.

“Oh God,” I keen, arching my back. I absolutely adore his mouth, whether it’s deliciously torturing my flesh or seducing me with deeply groaned promises.

Or smarting off, challenging my wit and lifetime desire to bicker with him. Or speaking softly, kindly, settling my soul.

I actually can’t think of any time I don’t like it.

Yeah…Keaton Fucking Cash gives good mouth.

He laves his tongue around the first nipple, then the next, pushing his erection between my thighs while he does so. I want to touch him so badly. Run my hands over his toned back, squeeze that tight ass and scratch my desire into his skin, but I resist, keeping my hands locked on the spindles in the headboard as commanded.

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