Page 18 of Keeper

Yeah, I wanna fuck her.

But I also want to know every single thing that makes her tick, and before the sun has even set, I’ve driven myself crazy enough to go seek her out.

I know exactly which wing she spends the most time in because it’s hers, and she’s so well trained she knows the best place for her to stay is where her future sackless husband can find her.

Only she isn’t there.

I don’t know why, but it makes me smile. Good girl. Keep us all guessing.

When I do find her, she’s outside running around the grounds in a fucking sports bra and leggings so tight, I see how perfect her ass is. Immediately, want to fall to my knees and bite it.

The fuck is wrong with me?

“Little keeper,” I call, strolling casually up to her so I can stare at the sweat gathering on her beautiful chest. It’s far too cold for her to be dressed like this, but I don’t mind it at all. “Having fun?”

She slows to a stop, heavy breaths making her perfect tits rise and fall. “No. I fucking hate running.”

“Me too,” I agree, letting her see the way I stare at her body before meeting her gaze again. “So why are you?”

“What else am I supposed to do?” she asks. “Shay went home for the day, Leo won’t let me bake, and I’ve been scolded twice already for cleaning my own room.”

Chuckling, I nod my head toward the house for her to follow. “Come with me.”

She hesitates. “Why?”

“Because I’m going to show you who really owns this house, and you’re going to bake me those cookies.”

Sully squeezes a stitch in her side and nods, gesturing for me to lead the way. “Alright. I’ll make some for Alex, too. I’m supposed to go to his room tonight and I’m weirdly nervous about it. Maybe bringing cookies will help.”

Not likely, but I can’t find it in me to try and make her feel better or say anything at all about what Alex might like. There’s a strange feeling in my gut at the thought of her trying to seduce him tonight withmycookies, and I don’t want to look closer at it. It’ll just piss me off. “Maybe. Did my father tell you to go to his room?”

She shakes her head. “Alex did. Not directly, but through Eve. I think that’s her name, anyway. The pretty girl with the buzz cut? Or was that Lina?”

“Lina, and they fuck sometimes.”

I didn’t have to tell her that, but I want to see her response to it.

“Eve and Lina? Good for them.” She smiles almost knowingly, but it fades quickly. “Why did you ask if Ephraim’s the one who told me?”

So Alex asked her to come, but didn’t explain why. “Because he was pretty upset about how little time you two have spent together. Guess you two haven’t fucked yet, huh?”

I turn slightly to see her better as we’re walking. Her brows are furrowed like she’s confused, hands on her hips like she’s annoyed. I guess I would be too in her situation.

“Oh.”

“Oh,” I toss back. “Not interested?”

“Of course I’m interested. I just thought he finally was too.”

“Maybe he is,” I say with a shrug. “I don’t know how he couldn’t be.”

“He will be.” Her confidence makes her stand straighter. “He is. Everything is fine.”

I stop walking so abruptly she runs straight into me, turning so we’re face to face, and she can’t hide from me at all as I ask her something I’ve been dying to know. “How did you feel finding out who I was?”

She doesn’t answer me right away. Her short, heavy breaths fill the space between us as she flicks her eyes between mine. “It felt like you set me up. Like it was a test.”

“A test? And did you feel like you passed?”

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