Keane still hated comics, but he happened to be reading one, when Lena knocked on his door. Loud and hard, like she knew what she wanted.
“Hello, Keane,” she called on the other side of the wood. “It’s Lena. You there?”
Was he there? Hell yeah, he was. He leaped out of bed, only to freeze at the sight of her when he yanked the door open. She looked different from the last time he saw her at school. The tie was gone and the hip-hugging uniform skirt was at least six inches shorter. She’d also unbuttoned her shirt, so low he could see the edges of her bra.
His cock instantly turned to concrete.
“I’m here to see what I can do to make you leave my boyfriend alone,” she said, her voice husky as she gave him a bold look up and down.
“That right?” Keane acted like his dick wasn’t pulsing as he pretended to take her request under serious consideration. “What if I told you to dump that chump and get with a winner.”
“It depends, are you the winner I’d be getting with?” she asked, her voice as sexy as syrup being poured over pancakes.
“Hell yeah,” he answered, his eyes glued to her chest. Like those imagined pancakes, he planned to eat her all the way up.
“In that case…”
She stood on her tiptoes and leaned way forward, pressing her incredible tits into his chest and…began to laugh.
“Lena, c’mon…” Keane said, throwing his head back with an exasperated sigh. “You promised to play your part.”
“I’m sorry! I’m trying to make this fantasy happen for you, honey, but it just feels so crazy.” Lena said, as she stepped through the door of their hotel suite’s bathroom. “I mean, I barely fit into this uniform you ordered for me. I’m so, so pregnant.”
Keane just turned her around, so that she was facing the standing mirror next to the dresser, when one hand kneaded that barely covered breast and the other slipped under her naughty skirt. Good, she wasn’t wearing panties, just like he’d instructed.
“What were you saying about being so, so sexy,” he asked, his lips finding their way to that special strip of erogenous zone on her neck
Not surprisingly, Lena lost her train of thought, and all her words as she watched Keane play with her pretty pussy in the mirror.
How his wife thought she could look anything less than perfect in that slutty schoolgirl outfit was a total mystery to Keane. “You see how hard you make me, bad girl?” he asked, as he bent her over the dresser to take her from behind.
And as soon as he got inside her, the fantasy disappeared. He didn’t need it, he realized, because he was living the dream.
Lena was his. His forever. “More Than a Feeling” didn’t just play, it blasted inside his head as he watched himself take his yes, very pregnant wife from behind in the mirror.
“I fucking love you,” he growled in her ear when they both came at the same time.
“Love you, too,” she answered breathlessly, still shuddering underneath him.
Eventually, she drew back and traced the tattoo he’d gotten shortly before their daughter, Benni was born. One that spelled FAMILY.
She regarded the tat with a warm smile. But then, she fixed him with a stern look. “Seriously this is the last one,” she said, rubbing a hand over the belly and baby boy growing inside.
“So what you’re saying is you need a second assistant at Girl’s Place, if I wanna make this happen,” he said, giving the outfit another appreciative look. Yeah, pregnant with his baby slutty schoolgirl beat just regular slutty schoolgirl by a mile. “Fine, I can give you that. Especially if you start a for-profit track, like I keep telling you to.”
He loved that his wife had started her own girls-based Institute for Better Boys spin-off in the wake of his dick move. But if one more of his business associates called him up whining about how they couldn’t buy their way in, Keane was going to lose it.
“If I’m going to fundraise for anything it will be another therapist with the waiting list we have. And what I’m saying is three is enough.”
“I mean, is it? I was talking to Mount Nik the other day, and he’s still holding out for four with his wife.”
“Well since Pavel’s adopted, she’s technically only given birth twice now. And we should probably have a discussion about you using your hockey hero as a family planning strategy.”
“Yeah, let’s do that right now,” he agreed. “While you’re riding my dick.”
She giggled when he dipped his head and started trailing kisses down her neck.
But then, just as it was about to get good again, there came a knock—on the suite’s outer door this time, along with the sound of their two-year-old, Benni, screaming bloody murder.
“Hello…Lena are you there?” Lena’s father called outside the door. “My granddaughter does not want the hairstyle I have made for her. She would like braids and barrettes instead, which I cannot do. You must help her with this.”
Lena and Keane exchanged an aggrieved look. As strict as Rajiv had reportedly been with Lena, he was a total fucking softie when it came to his granddaughter. It got to the point where they didn’t even bother to let him babysit on date nights anymore, because he constantly interrupted them with, “emergency” calls. Like when Benni wanted something he’d never heard of for dessert, or when he couldn’t figure out how to queue up her favorite program on “The Netflix.”
“Honey, you can either have braids and no barrettes or barrettes and ponytails. You can’t have both,” Lena called over Keane’s shoulder.
“Want bwaids and bawettes! Want bwaids and bawettes!” Benni screamed back like the monster she always turned into as soon as she came within a six-foot radius of her indulgent AF grandpa.
As if to prove Keane’s point, Rajiv called out. “Why can she not have both? This is not so big of an ask. Look at everything you do for Max. Really, it is such a little thing for her to ask.”
“Want bwaids and bawettes! Want bwaids and bawettes!” Benni screamed along with Raj’s call for justice like the world’s most high-pitched hype man.
On one hand, Keane supposed he should be grateful that Benni wasn’t refusing to wear dresses or begging to cut all her hair off like Lena had told him Max had started to do at this age. On the other hand… “You’re right. We should stop at three,” he conceded, laying his forehead on his wife’s shoulder.
“Yes, we should,” she agreed with a laughing smile, before calling out. “Both of you hold on. I need to take a shower. But then I’ll be right out.”
“Who’s idea was it to bring the whole family to Quebec?” she asked, when Benni and her senior citizen enforcer finally moved away from the door. “I could be back in Boston, kissing on our godson, instead of giving in to the demands of terrorists.”
Yeah, the baby Vihaan and Con had just adopted was pretty fucking adorable. But…“It’s the Pee Wee International Cup!” Keane pointed out. Obviously the Keane Academy 12U Hawks getting all the way to finals in the renowned cup tournament, made sharing a three-bedroom hotel suite with Grandpa Spoil-A-Lot and Max, who seemed incapable of doing anything for his little sister without being asked directly, worth it.
“I love you,” Lena said, instead of what she was probably really thinking.
Yeah, it took them a while to admit it to each other and themselves. But three years later, they dropped the L-word as easy as taking another breath.
“Love you, too,” he answered with another kiss. Letting her head for the shower instead of coaxing her back to bed.
But just as she was about to go into the bathroom the sound of a phone vibrating filled the room.
“Where’s that vibrating sound coming from?” Lena asked, throwing a confused look at the suite’s nightstands where both of their phones sat silent and charging on opposites sides of the bed.
At least their legitimate phones were still silent. Keane had a bad feeling about the gray phone sitting in the inside pocket of the peacoat he’d worn to last night’s game.
With a frown, Keane pulled the phone out of his coat and sure enough… “It’s a text. From Stone.”
“Stone?” she repeated. “The guy who came to our wedding, never smiled, and only talked to Rashid all night?”
“You remember,” Keane said, frowning even deeper as he read over the text.
“When I thanked him for coming, he shrugged and said, ‘Weddings and funerals. I always show up for the free alcohol.’ You kind of don’t forget a guy like that. How are he and Rashid friends again?”
“Rashid’s cousin’s best friend is cousins with him.”
“Oh Rashid…” Lena’s voice got quiet at the mention of Rashid, who’d lost his daughter and wife in a tragic accident shortly before their wedding. “Is Stone’s family from the United Arabian Kingdom, too?”
“Nanh, nothing like that,” Keane answered, his voice distant as he read and re-read the text. “You know, Luca Ferraro? Stone’s his enforcer.”
“Luca Ferraro, the mafia don?” Now Lena’s eyes widened. “Why would a mafia enforcer be texting you?”
Keane was confused about that his own self. “He needs me to come to North Carolina. Like, tomorrow.”
“What? Why?” Lena asked, her normally placid voice set to code-red alarm.
“To be his best man,” Keane answered, still frowning down at his phone.
“Oh,” Lena said, letting out a sigh of relief. Then: “Wait…, Stone’s getting married? To who?”
Oh my gosh! Thank you so, so much for reading this epic romance.
I couldn’t believe when Keane and Lena presented their story to me, in one insane blast the very first time I heard “Be Alright” by Dean Lewis on a random Amazon New Music list while cooking dinner. I don’t even remember what I made that night, but let me tell you, this story was the best gift my Echo Show has ever given me.
Max also has a special place in my heart. Parenting has become more and more complicated by the generation, and I’ve learned during my time as mother what a blessing a loving family can be. It was an honor and a privilege to give Max the family he will need to support him in his journey. I’m not much of a hockey fan myself, but I’m still cheering for Team KLM.
If you loved the story, and want others to find it, please do KLM the further boon of leaving a review on Amazon.
So Much Love,
Theodora Taylor
P.S. – Keep on reading for a preview of the next book in the Broken and Ruthless series, STONE: Her Ruthless Enforcer.
