Page 42 of When the Last One Falls
“What are you going to do?” I asked, my voice sounding needy as hell. “Lock me away from the rest of the world?”
“As it happens, I own an island off the coast of Central America that is littered with armed guards,” he replied, and I honestly didn’t know if he was serious or not.
“And what happens if I don’t listen?” I asked, daring him to remind me why he’s the one for me.
“Oh, baby, I was hoping you’d ask,” he drawled out wolfishly.
Chapter 28
Brantley~
My heart was pounding hard enough to cause a heart attack. Racing up those stairs, calling her name, I’d felt like my life was hanging in the balance, and Keris being here or not being here was what was going to tip the scales.
However, she’d been here.
Yeah, she’d been packing, but she hadn’t been somewhere with Cormac and that’s what had mattered the most. Keris had taken my rejection, but instead of making me pay by going home with Cormac, she’d gone home to lick her wounds in private. When I thought of how close I’d come to losing her, I wanted to kill my father.
“When I saw you walk into the charity event in that dress, I wanted to fucking kill you,” I admitted, my lips against hers. “You’ll never wear a dress like this again without me by your side.”
Keris started panting with need. “Are you sure?” she asked as she grabbed my right wrist, then moved my arm until my palm was flat against the inside of her right thigh.
“I swear to God, I better find some lace covering your cunt, Keris,” I warned as my hand slid upward, even knowing that I wasn’t going to find any.
“If you weren’t willing to listen, I had a backup plan,” she confessed. “At least, I’d had one before I realized that you were there with a date.”
I grabbed her face by the chin with my other hand. “There’s no one but you,” I repeated. “There will never be anyone but you.” I lifted my left hand. “That ring hasn’t left my finger since the day I put it on there. I asked Shera to go as my date because I thought you wanted nothing to do with me, and I wanted to hurt you back for it. Was it childish and stupid? Yes.” I took a deep breath, then stepped back from her, my hands leaving her body with much protest. “You called me a rapist-”
“No, I didn’t,” she denied, frantically shaking her head. “I never called you a rapist.”
“It was implied-”
“I was hurt and angry,” she cried out, anger making an appearance. “I…I was hurt and angry, and I wanted to hurt you back. You said some pretty awful things, too.”
I ran my hands through my hair, ready to pull it out, but she wasn’t wrong. We’d both said some pretty shitty things to each other, and we’d had no reason not to believe any of it. Our parents had set us up to fail, and we’d almost done just that.
Almost.
I stared into Keris’ hopeful green eyes, and I wanted her to look at me like that always. I wanted her to keep looking at me like I was her hope. I wanted her to look at me like I was her hope for everything that she was ever going to want in life. I wanted her to look at me and see the only life that she would ever want.
Fuck our parents.
Fuck everyone else.
“Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are, baby,” I commanded, and her lips parted with that same hope that I saw in her green gaze earlier. “Show me how sorry you are and make me fucking believe it. Make me believe that you really do love me.”
Keris’ eyes flared as she lowered herself to her knees, and with that dress pushing her tits up the way that it was, I was going to get one hell of a view as I looked down at her with my cock in her mouth. Hell, instead of letting her swallow me, I was going to ruin that fucking dress and cum all over her tits. I was going to fuck her while she wore my seed like a true prick.
I began to remove my tux jacket as Keris’ hands went to my belt. I worked on removing my vest and tie while she unzipped me, pulling my pants down over my thighs. When she pulled my boxers down next, I’d already had my dress shirt halfway unbuttoned.
“Suck it, baby,” I instructed as soon as her warm hand wrapped around the base of my hard dick. I knew that she wasn’t going to be able to take me all, but I wasn’t going to give her a choice. I was going to fuck her mouth like it was her pussy, and more importantly, Keris was going to let me, and her pussy was going to be a soaked mess by the time I was done. Right or wrong, I’d gotten me a wife that loved being taken with questionable intent and that did unholy things to me.
Keris wrapped her lips around the head of my dick, and I could see her tits present themselves to me with each breath that she took. Yeah, I was definitely going to cum on her tits. That dress was going to be useless by the time I got her naked.
Letting my shirt hang open, I had the perfect view of my wife sucking my dick, but that’s not what I wanted to see right now. I wanted to watch my wife getting her mouth fucked by her husband, so I grabbed a handful of her hair, then yanked her head back. Keris looked high and it felt like a blessing to know that she was just as addicted to me as I was to her.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” I commanded. When she immediately complied, I grabbed the base of my cock with my other hand, then tapped the head against her waiting tongue. With her pupils blown with need, I used the hand fisted in her hair to impale her opened mouth on my cock, the head hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag.
Music to my fucking ears.
