Page 55 of Unstable

I pull him closer to me, wanting more, and he hears my silent plea, hoisting me onto his lap. I really feel him now, impossibly hard between my legs, thrusting himself up against me. I push down and rock along the rigid, pulsing bulge in his jeans, letting my head fall back in pure bliss.

A tingle starts at the base of my spine, and I shift my hips faster, whispering “close” into his mouth.

He pulls away long enough to ask in husky yearning, “Henley, baby, are you gonna come for me?” He thrusts upward again, harder, quicker, his chest heaving. I keen past the onslaught of euphoria, a wave of heavenly loss of control taking over my body. “God yes,” he grunts on my neck where his mouth nips and sucks dreamily. “For me, come for me, Henley.”

I CAN’T DECIDE IFI’m being so quiet because I’m embarrassed or still in a daze of ecstasy. Merrick and I had fooled around, even had sex once, but all of what we did together combined didn’t come close to whatever that just was with Keaton.

Merrick had never made me come—let alone with my clothes still on—and never cared that he didn’t.

I sneak a side glance at him, then turn away to hide my smile, because it does all sorts of weird, happy things to me to see that he’s still wearing his. A cocky, ear-to-ear grin of male confidence.

It’s pretty adorable. Not that I’d tell him that, thus hiding my smile.

We finally pull up in my driveway and he leaves the headlights on. “Let me have your house keys,” He holds out his hand.

“I’ll go unlock it and hold the door open for you to carry Bourbon in,” I contend.

“Well that didn’t take long. Time to add to the list of rules for our relationship. The one we definitely have now that I know every inch of your sweet lil’ mouth and you came beautifully in my lap. I get out and unlock doors in the dark while you stay safely in the vehicle. Keys, baby.” He motions with his hand again and raises both brows in challenge.

“You wear me out,” I grouse, forfeiting the keys over to him.

“Sure did, without even getting under your clothes,” he smirks. “How ‘bout that?”

“Bourbon, what am I gonna do?” I consult with my dog after Keaton’s out of the truck and headed to unlock the door. “I fed right into his ego and insane insistence of a relationship. Okay, ssh, here he comes,” I straighten my posture…after warning the dog not to say anything in front of him.

Yeah, I’ve totally got my shit together.

He opens my door first and offers a hand to help them out, then opens the back one to once again lift Bourbon out.

“Can you run ahead and hold the door?”

My answer is scurrying to do so and flipping on a few lights.

“Where do you want him?”

“In the living room. I’ve got him a bed made up by the couch. Just settle him down, and I’ll go get his pill and a snack to hide it in.”

I get his medicine shoved in a piece of hot dog then join them in the living room. “Here you go boy, a treat for being so brave,” I coo, kneeling beside him.

“Hen.”

“Yeah?” I turn and look at…a scowling Keaton, sitting on the couch.

“Gotta get ya sleeping in a bed.”

“I will,” I lie, my head dipped. “Soon. Once things calm down.”

“I get it babe, I do, but this is a three-bedroom house, right? What about the third one?”

I hadn’t even thought of that, far busier focusing on the rooms I feared too much to be considered an option.

“I don’t know what’s in there. I guess maybe that could work. And it’s downstairs, so Bourbon wouldn’t have to climb the steps.”

He stands and extends his helpful hand. “Come on, show it to me.”

I take his offered hand and get to my feet, then let it go, walking fast to lead the way.

I think we’ve touched enough for one day.

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