Page 32 of Hush, Hush

That, I know about. I sneak my fingers down my front, over my mound, and to my core. Dipping my fingers into the pleasure I’ve leaked, I move up to my clit, circling the pad of my finger over the tiny nub. My body responds immediately, my hips bucking toward him.

“Jesus,” he breathes.

He watches me for a few moments before surging forward to take one of my nipples into his hot mouth. I cry out, quickening my speed over my clit. “Keegan, oh my God.” The moan that follows is raw, an unhindered response to the pleasure coursing through me.

“Baby, that’s fucking hot. Keep going,” he murmurs, his lips still moving over my flesh.

As if I could stop. My hips move upward, as if they want to search him out. I tighten my circle, rubbing furiously as he pulls away. My breaths heave out in uneven bursts of air interspersed with cries of excitement. I’m already getting so close. His caresses, the pure naughtiness of having him watch me. I’m barreling forward. “Keegan,” I cry out as I sail over the edge without a parachute. Pressing my eyes closed, I keep my fingers on my center as I come apart, my core muscles tightening and releasing in a flurry of contractions.

As the high wears off, my muscles relax. With it comes Keegan’s soothing voice. “Open your eyes, beautiful girl.”

I press my lips into a thin line to buy me some time. Breathing out, I flutter my eyes open and stare into the gaze of the man I always thought Keegan could be.

Something’s changed in him. Switched. Maybe it’s because he understands me better, and I him. Maybe it’s because he’s unabashedly sexy staring at me with his pouty mouth as my body decides to squeeze one last time.

I moan, moving my fingers away, and grab him behind the neck, forcing his lips to mine. As insignificant as this moment might be to others, Keegan and I have just had a breakthrough. He let me take control, taking the reins while he watched. He understood what I needed from him in a moment like this. And kissing him, forcing my tongue past his lips, I try to infuse in him that I’ll work with him, too. I can let my guard down around him. Of all people, it should be him.

He pulls away, searing his gaze into mine. “I’ve never let anything happen to you, Dee, and I won’t start now. We’ll find out who sent you that, and we’ll make them pay.”

As things shift into place, I can breathe easier than I have in years. Keegan and I were always meant to be weathering the hardships of this life together, and finally—finally—it feels like I can look forward again.

ChapterFifteen

Isit next to Keegan on the couch cushions. The smell of coffee envelops me as he places his arm around my shoulders. Devon sits on the opposite couch with his arms folded over his chest, eyeing the two of us.

Something feels different with Keegan this time. Then again, we were always happy in the beginning. It’s only been twenty-four hours, so I should probably lower my expectations, but I’ve never been one to do that when it came to our relationship. I’m all in, and if the fall happens, I’ll suffer the consequences just as I have in the past.

I got off the phone with my dad a little while ago. The lab he sent the semen sample to said it was corrupted with bleach. So, not only did the asshole jerk off to my picture, but he covered it up too. No fingerprints were found on any of the items, but they’re still running tests.

I don’t know what I expected. If the guy who did this is anything like us, he would know enough not to leave evidence behind. We can’t even get anything off the picture. The tabloid I was in had come out that morning, so anyone could’ve gotten their hands on it.

“I like this,”Devon says, nodding.

He takes me away from my thoughts, and I smile at him. “Yeah, Keegan finally pulled his head out of his ass,” I tease.

Keegan tenses, but he releases it in the next breath. “About time,” Devon praises. “You guys were always perfect for each other. Plus, this will keep the vultures away.”

He doesn’t even know the half of it. I’ve been walking around campus with my head on a swivel. Thankfully, Keegan has been escorting me everywhere like I’ve hired him to be my own personal bodyguard.

Nothing like a stalkerish gift to bring two people together, I suppose.

Luckily, since I had my father on the phone, I could also ask him about previous Devil’s Night parties since he’d yet to respond to my email. Sure, I threw a more urgent matter into his hands, but that doesn’t mean I can slack off on a job.

As expected, it sounds like the epitome of male arousal and exploitation of wealth. My father relayed the information to me in business-like terms. Hearing him call half-naked women ‘beautiful, nude models’ was something I don’t wish to have repeated again. Especially since the women we have coming are my age. Honestly, if I think about it too long, it makes me want to puke.

We leave Devon with unanswered questions as to how we finally got together. Neither one of us wants to rehash it, but our Knights meeting is a ready excuse to leave the café. We walk to the KOA shoulder-to-shoulder. The usual suspects watch us. Like with multimillion dollar businesses, every movement from challenging parties can mean something. Right now, we’re big news.

My gaze darts to the men on campus, wondering if they’re the ones who sent the bouquet, and even further, if they actually thought that was something that I’d be into or if they meant for it to be scary as hell.

“Delilah?”

I turn at the sound of the husky voice. Tim’s leaning against the back of the café building again, an apron securely fastened around his waist. “Oh hey,” I wave, acutely aware of the body who hasn’t left my side, and the knowledge that he’s actually the one who hurt Tim, leaving the currently yellowing bruises on his face.

“I didn’t see you this morning.”

I blush at the memory of what Keegan and I were doing this morning after spending the night in his bed together. We haven’t taken it all the way yet, but I’m dying to. I was always saving it for him, and as soon as I know he’s not going to turn right around and leave me, I’m ready to give it to him. “Woke up late.”

I doubt he even hears my explanation because Keegan talks over me. “She was in good hands. You don’t have to worry.” Jesus. Testosterone flows off both of them in tidal waves that could drown an elite swimmer.

---