Page 97 of Beta Team-The Saviors: Part One
Gavin growls and lunges for Tyler, but he just jogs backward with a laugh. “Stop calling me that.”
“Okay, Pop Tart.”
With a shake of my head, I leave them arguing in the front yard and make my way into the house. I go upstairs to my room and throw my backpack onto my computer chair. When the guys knew I was moving in, they made sure I got everything that Iwould ever need. A desk with a sleek laptop, a comfortable chair, a queen-sized bed, and a huge dresser with a mirror. It made me tear up when they showed it to me because I was perfectly fine with how the room was. I didn’t need all this stuff, but I was grateful nonetheless.
“Hey, Mama.” I turn around at the sound of Keon’s voice, already smiling.
“Hey, yourself.” He’s over to me in two steps, kissing me.Thisgreeting is something that I can get used to. All of them shower me with so much affection that I don’t know what to do with it all.
The kiss turns hotter, and before I know it, Keon is walking me back toward the bed. I willingly lay down, pulling him down on top of me. I spread my legs wide to accommodate his hips, and he grinds against me. We still fool around, and he still makes me come until I can’t see straight, but I need more. I want more. I’m finally ready to go that last couple of steps with him. I just need to convince him of that.
I pull back from the kiss, and he starts kissing my neck. “Keon?”
“Yes, Mama?”
“Please.”
“Please, what? Do you need to come?”
“I need you.”
He pulls back, his brows furrowed. “You have me.”
I huff and lift my hips to rub against him. “Ineedyou.”
I see the indecision all over his face, and I try not to take it as rejection. We’ve been through this several times, and he swears I’m not ready. “Kira?—”
“No.” I push at his chest until he stands up, and I slide to my feet in front of him. “Quit saying that I’m not ready. You don’t get to make that decision. Iamready, and I want it to be with you.”
“I just don’t want you to regret it.”
I growl in frustration and push him back a step. I know there’s only one way that I’m going to convince him that I’m ready. With a deep breath, I unbutton my jeans and shove them and my underwear off my hips. I jerk my legs out of them in a very unladylike way, but I’m past caring. He’s seen my pussy so many times, so that part doesn’t bother me. What I’m going to do next does. I jerk my beanie off before I can change my mind, hook my hands in the bottom of my shirt, and rip it over my head. My hands go to my bra, and Keon’s hands shoot out to stop me. Dread settles in my stomach, thinking he’s going to back out. That maybe he didn’t know what he was getting himself into. I’m completely bald under the beanie. My hair grows, but in patches, so I keep it shaved. Scars swirl down my right shoulder, over my chest, and belly. It gets bad again on my thighs with deep scars. My clothes on the top half of my body shielded me, but I had a skirt on that day, so my legs got the worst of it.
My heart rate spikes when Keon gently pulls my hands down to my sides. He reaches back and unhooks my bra before slowly sliding it from my shoulders. I shift from foot to foot because I’m completely naked in front of him, and I can’t get a read on his face. When I’m about to curl in a ball and cry, Keon roughly jerks his shirt off; then he’s shoving his jeans off his hips. His long, thick cock bobs between his legs when he’s naked, and then he’s advancing on me.
Keon’s lips connect with mine, hot and hard. He reaches down, wraps his hands around my thighs, and jerks me up to wrap my legs around his waist. He climbs onto the bed with me hanging on him and lays me down against the pillows. Keon pulls back, and his eyes travel from the top of my head back down to my eyes. When he sits back on his heels and gently pulls my legs from his waist to spread me open in front of him, I fight the urge to cover up. “Fuck, Mama,” he says hoarsely. Themore he looks up and down my body, the more uncomfortable I get. My hands twitch, and Keon’s eyes shoot to my face. “You’re beautiful.”
I try to see myself through his eyes, but I never can. I shake my head. “No.” Keon is the beautiful one. He’s all lean muscle and tattoos. I’ve spent hours trying to take all of them in, but there are so many.
Keon reaches up and rubs his hands down my breasts. His hands settle on my hips, massaging them. “You are. I won’t pretend I don’t see the scars or tell you they don’t matter. Theydomatter, but not in the way you think they do. They matter to me because someone hurt you. Someone tried to take you from me before I ever met you. That’s what matters, not the fact that they’re there.” He runs a hand down my scarred side. “They’re beautiful in their own way.”
My eyes start filling with tears, and I try to sniff them away before Keon notices, afraid that he’ll stop. But just like always, he catches it immediately and leans down to gently kiss me. “I’m trying to see it your way,” I say softly. “I really am trying.”
“I know you are,” Keon whispers against my lips. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes.” There’s no hesitation in my tone, nothing to tell him I’m second guessing myself.
Keon kisses me again until I’m writhing on the bed, feeling his cock rub against my thigh. He kisses down my neck, straight to my breasts. He licks around my nipple and then gently sucks it into his mouth. My hips leave the bed, a moan falling from my lips. He knows how sensitive they are, and having his mouth there is even better than his fingers. He switches to the other one, kissing and sucking until both nipples are hard. Keon moves down my stomach, stopping every so often to kiss my stomach or hip. When he reaches the curls above my pussy, my entire body tightens up. I haven’t been brave enough for this yet.
“Can I kiss you here, Mama?” Keon asks, running his finger through my wet slit.
“Y…y…yes.”
Keon smiles from between my thighs, and I feel his fingers spreading me open. He circles my clit a few times before he leans forward. I have to lock my hands into fists to keep from stopping him. The first flick of his tongue on my clit has me panting. He works my clit until he feels me give into the feeling. He gets completely between my spread thighs, puts his hands on my knees, and pushes me wide open. “Fuck, I love this pretty pussy.”
Keon dives between my legs, licking and sucking on my clit. “Keon,” I moan, my hands flying to his head. He hums against me, and my hips leave the bed, chasing his tongue. I feel him working a finger inside me and spread my legs wider. He fucks me with it a few times before he adds a second. Keon fucks me with his fingers, his mouth still torturing my clit. All my nerves fly through the window, and I look down at him to watch what he’s doing. His eyes are locked on my face, and the look on his face has my stomach tightening. The fact that I can tell he’s enjoying this has me on the edge embarrassingly fast. My hands grab the sides of his head to hold him where I need him, and he groans against me. He twists his fingers to rub my g-spot, and my thighs close around his shoulders. “Keon.”
Keon sucks on my clit hard, and I come with a hoarse cry. He kisses the insides of my thighs, gently bringing me down before he looks up at me with a grin. “You taste so damn good, Mama.”
