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His ears had to be faulty. Yet as he watched his dream woman and her beautiful blue eyes look at his cock as it bobbed in front of her with a look of awe and need, he was nearly unmanned. Her body was marked with small little reminders of him already, little red marks from where he’d licked, sucked, and even where his beard had rubbed against her. Yet, she looked at him and his dick as if she couldn’t wait to take him inside her.
“Palmer, I have a feeling you’d be the best damn thing I’ve ever had.”
She knelt up, her firm breasts pressing into his chest. “I want to try, Keys.”
He couldn’t tell her no dammit. “Alright, but if I come as soon as you wrap those fuck me lips around the head, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Her lips curled in a saucy grin that he filed away as a warning for future times. His little woman was definitely going to be a charmer and a manipulator if he let her.
“I’m sure you’ve got a fast recovery time. I’m also sure you’ll find something to do to...make it up to me.”
He wasn’t a fool and didn’t miss the sparkle in her eyes as she wrapped her hand around his dick, the fingers not quite meeting. Damn, she was tiny compared to him. She stroked him slowly, teasing him.
Keys needed to show her who was in charge, even though he fucking loved what she was doing to him. His own hand wrapped in the back of her hair, fisting a hank of it, tightening a little. “Take the head of my dick in your mouth, Palmer. Lick it like it’s your favorite treat.”
There was no mistaking the heated gleam in her eyes or the wicked grin that flitted across her face as she bent down and kissed the tip. He let her explore, kissing along the crown, licking the come from the slit. His control came into question when her tongue began swirling over every inch as she opened wide, taking as much of him into her mouth. Dearest fuck, he didn’t think he was going to be able to stand, his knees actually threatened to buckle.
“Fuck, baby, suck me hard. Relax your jaw.” He held her head, staring down at her with awe as she did as he said, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She had perfect bow shaped lips that were stretched beautifully over his dick. Heat flared along his entire body as he watched his cock disappear into her mouth. His head fell back as he pumped his hips a couple times. As he felt the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, he lifted his head, and pulled on her hair to stop her.
She released him with a wet pop. “Did I do something wrong?”
He shook his head. “Had you done anything more right I’d have shot my load right down your throat. This first time, I want to be balls deep in your sweet pussy.”
Before she could protest, he covered her sassy mouth with his.
Breaking their kiss, he framed her face with his hands. “I love you, Palmer. I want to love you forever until they bury me six feet under, and when they carry me home, I’ll bear all the weight, take all the burden, until I see you again. For even death won’t take me away from you.”
“That. Oh god, I don’t deserve you, Keys. I feel like I waited forever for someone like you to love me. I love Jaxson. God, he filled my heart to bursting, but there was always this place that felt empty. I didn’t realize I was here, waiting for you to come back, to lift me up and be my other half.”
“Well, I’m going to fill you up now.” He grinned, lifting her to the center of the bed.
“Yes please.”
“You beg so beautifully, sassy girl.”
He reached for his discarded jeans, grabbing a condom out.
She put her hand out. “I’m on the shot but if you need to, you know, make sure—”
He shook his head. “How do you know I’m clean?”
“Because you’re Keys.”
Her faith in him was his undoing. “I want more kids with you.”
“Me too.”
He moved over her, shifting their legs so that he was between her thighs. “You’re my greatest gift. You and Hoss over there. I’ll move mountains to keep you both with me.”
She lifted her hips. “How about you start with moving your body downward first,” she teased.
Looking down at the woman who was his world, Keys marveled at how young and fresh she was next to him. Oh, she was only a few years younger, but he had seen war and death. Hell, he’d seen so much more after leaving the Navy and his SEAL team. Life wasn’t pretty, his world with his MC sure as shit was nothing like the small-town life here in Lionsville. However, it was ten times more authentic. His brothers didn’t fuck around with bullshit. They said what they said, and they meant what they said. “Palmer, when I leave, I want you and Hoss to come with me.”
He didn’t want to enter her body, take pleasure from her knowing he planned to leave and not know she’d come with him. Keys had zero plans to stick around the place that had no good memories for him.
“I want to go with you.”
That was all he needed to hear. He fit his dick to her, watching as he slid inside. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight.” Shit, he closed his eyes, fighting to keep from slamming all the way in.
“Keys, I’m not a virgin,” she gasped as he pushed another inch in.
“You may not be a virgin, but you’re tighter than fuck, baby.” He pulled back, loving the way his dick was coated in her cream. “Look at that, see how pretty you’re making my dick?”
Her hands went to his hips, nails digging in. “I like the way you talk to me.”
He pulled back, surging forward again, gaining another inch as he moved. “I’m glad you like that because I sure as shit love fucking you. I like seeing your pussy take my cock. I really like the way it’s covered in your sweet cream. I can’t wait to lick you again. Next time I’ll have you sit on my face while you suck me.” He groaned as her hips shifted up, forcing more of him inside her.
“Keys, oh yes. You’re huge.”
“You and I were made for each other. Look at that, all the way in. Relax, let your body get used to mine.” He rested on his forearms, sweat beading on his forehead as he held himself over her. She’d taken all of him, her sweet little body hugging him so tightly he wasn’t sure he’d last long.
“Don’t move just yet, baby.” He stared down at her, his breath coming in unsteady pants. He, who was always calm was coming undone. More tears were pooled in Palmer’s eyes, freezing him. He should’ve been slower, taken more care with her.
“Damn, I’m sorry, Palmer.” He went to pull out of her.
“Why?” she asked, wrapping her surprisingly long legs around his hips.
“You’re crying.” He could usually read people, but shit, he was failing right now when it meant the most to him.
“Because I’m where I want to be the most right at this moment.”
Son-of-a-bitch, she was so damn perfect and beautiful. He was broken. He knew that as much as he knew the sun came up in the East and set in the West. Yet this beautiful woman was filling all the cracks making him whole. He didn’t think he’d survive if something were to happen.
He did the only thing he could without breaking down and bawling like a baby, he kissed her, over and over again, giving her all of himself in each kiss. After what seemed forever, he began to rock his hips back and forth.
Keys watched her face, making sure she didn’t wince, seeing only pleasure and excitement flitter across her features. If there was one thing he could say, it was he’d never been in a place as sweet and tight as Palmer’s pussy, but he’d refrain from telling her that. She’d told him she didn’t want to hear him mention past experiences, which he understood. No other woman could compare and fuck all if her body wasn’t gripping his so damn tightly, the pure unadulterated ecstasy almost too much for him to stave off his own orgasm.
He pulled out, taking care to ease back in when all he wanted to do was pound into her body like a madman. He powered back in, ensuring he ground his pelvis against her clit, swiveling his hips in a slow grind. Keys had perfected the art of sex but making love was new. He used every technique he had to ensure she loved what he did, holding his own release back. In and out, grinding down, swiveling hips, all movements set up for maximum pleasure for the both of them.
The rosy hue to her skin covered with a fine sheen of sweat was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Her litany of breathy moans was the best thing he’d heard. Holding back the need to come was becoming harder as his thrusts became faster.
“Right there,” she gasped.
“You like that?” He thrust harder, hitting her clit in a punishing rhythm that excited them both past the point of return. Her pussy began to flutter around his cock just as her eyes widened.
“Keys,” she wailed, nails raking down his back.
He was going to be wearing her marks like a badge of honor as he picked up the pace, riding her through her orgasm. The tight clench and release fueled his own body, milking him. He groaned as his cock erupted, flooding her spasming pussy. “Shit yes, take it.”
Keys continued to thrust after his dick stopped jerking. Palmer’s arms and legs were locked around him, holding him tightly as if afraid he’d leave her. Keys could’ve told her she was stuck with him, like he’d told her earlier.
“I’ll get up in a second,” he mumbled into her neck, holding most of his weight off of her.
She squeezed him tighter. “I like you right where you are.”
It felt incredible being inside Palmer; on top of her. “I’ll suffocate you if I don’t roll to the side. Besides, what if Hoss wakes up?”
Her swift intake of breath had him pushing up just as she released her hold on him. “He’s still sleeping. You’re screams didn’t even make him stir.”
She slapped his arm. “You weren’t exactly quiet either, mister.”
He bent and gave her a swift kiss. “I know. Once I was inside your tight, wet pussy, there was no way in hell I could control myself.”
Keys gave her another lingering kiss as he slipped from her body. “Be right back.”
“Where are you going?” she asked, her eyes watching him get up.
At the bathroom door, he looked over his shoulder. “I’m going to get a washcloth to clean you up. You’ll sleep better.”
PALMER WONDERED AT her lack of embarrassment. And as he came back several moments later with a washcloth from the bathroom, the monogram from the B&B clearly embossed on it, she had a moment when she thought she should get up and go shower. However, Keys leaned over the edge of the bed, his intent and focus one hundred percent on her. He kissed her once, then quick and efficiently he cleaned her, taking great care.
“Perfect. Now I can get you all dirty again in the middle of the night.” He placed a kiss on her stomach, reminding her of the stretch marks she had there.
Her hand went over them, hoping he hadn’t noticed them.
“You trying to conceal something, baby?” Keys tossed the washcloth into the open bathroom door, his big hand removing hers.
“Whatever do you mean?” she asked, batting her lashes at him.
“Ah, I do love it when you get all southern belle on me.” Keys kissed the marks on her stomach. “These are warrior stripes. You’re a mama who’s a fighter. I wouldn’t care if your entire body was marked with lines, baby. In truth, when you swell with our next baby, I hope like hell you get a few more. I’ll take great pleasure in tracing each and every one with my tongue. I promise you’ll never have any doubt just how sexy I find you.”
When he stood back up, his dick standing long and proud, Palmer wondered how the heck the man was already hard. “Don’t men need like reviving time?”
“I’ve waited years to sink into your body. I guess my dick decided the few minutes it’s been since we left you was enough time. But you can’t handle any more of me right now. You were too tight for what I already did to you.”
“Don’t you hurt if you don’t you know?” She pumped her hand up and down.
The man just shook his head. “I’m not a boy who can’t handle a little hard-on, sassy girl.”
She moved to sit up, knowing she’d need to put something on for when Jaxson woke up. Being naked in bed with Keys sounded delicious but as a mother, she couldn’t fathom the thought of waking in the middle of the night and trying to dress before going to her son.
“What’s put that pensive look on your face?”
He was so attuned to her. She should’ve known he’d pick up on her emotions. After she bumbled her explanation to Keys, he nodded, then turned toward his duffel. Her heart froze, wondering what he was going to do, praying he wasn’t leaving. When he came back carrying a black button-down shirt, still naked, she couldn’t stop looking at his body. He was perfect from his head to his toes. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t, she was keeping him.
Keys helped her slip his shirt on, working the buttons through the holes. “See, mine is much easier to do than that one of yours.”
She smirked. “I think you’ve just gotten used to yours and maybe worked the holes out more.”
He looked down at his hands, then at her. “Hmm, I will definitely be working on your holes a lot more.”
“Oh, my gawd, you didn’t just say that.” She fell backward onto the soft bed, laughing at his double meaning. Keys being the completely unabashed man that he was shrugged, but he did slide a pair of boxer briefs on that he’d grabbed when he got the shirt for her to wear. It really should be illegal for him to cover up all that goodness.
“Woman, you keep eating me up with those cornflower blues and I’ll have to spread those thighs and have my midnight snack.” He licked his lips.
Palmer’s lady bits clenched thinking of him doing just that. A tiny cry had her and Keys freezing. Her little boy chose that moment to let Keys know he had a healthy set of lungs.
“I’ll get him. Scooch up and get comfy.”
She’d never had anyone help her with Jaxson, not even when Thomas had tried to hire a nanny. Looking down at the duvet and the evidence of their love making, she moved, pushing the bedding down to where the sheet was exposed. She piled the pillows up behind her, holding her arms out for Jaxson.
“I’ll grab the extra pillows from the closet.” Keys handed Jaxson to her. The wide-eyed baby stared at her with bright blue eyes as she unbuttoned the top three buttons freeing her left breast. Keys was back, shifting a pillow under her arm. While she sat with Jaxson nursing, Keys fixed the bed, taking the duvet they’d wrecked and replacing it with one that had been in the closet. She hadn’t thought to do such tasks.
“Thank you, Keys.” She ran her hand over Jaxson’s head. The back and forth motion instinctual, soothing to the both of them.
“It’s my pleasure to take care of you two. You want a water or something else?”
Hot tears threatened to spill. By sheer will, she forced them back. “I don’t deserve you, but I’ll be darned if I’ll let you leave without a fight.”
Keys was lying with his arm over her legs where they were stretched out. “I told you before you let me inside your body that there were no takebacks. You knew I was claiming your body as well as you. Now, what can I get my woman to drink while she feeds our boy. Damn, son, you’re a greedy little thing.” Keys kissed Jaxson’s forehead.
Palmer loved every second of having Keys with her and Jaxson. He was so comfortable with her nursing, something Thomas said was barbaric. She shoved all the unwanted memories of away. He had no place in her or Jaxson’s life.
“Do you have a juice? If not, water is fine.” She didn’t want to worry him, but she was borderline hypoglycemic. Most days it didn’t affect her, but today she hadn’t eaten right and when she was extremely stressed or active, she tended to need a little extra. Orange juice was the quickest way to fix it.
“I got some in the fridge in the other room. Be right back.” He kissed her and then Jaxson.
The man was almost too good to be true.
After she finished feeding Jaxson he went right back down to sleep. She snuggled up next to Keys, feeling safe and happy for the first time in a long time. “What are you going to do about your parentage?”
His big hand stopped stroking her back. “I don’t know. First, I’m going to get you and Hoss safely away from here. Once I got that accomplished, I’ll be able to think more clearly.”
They’d shut the bathroom light off so she couldn’t see him through the darkness that well. Although there was a small nightlight on her side of the bed in case she needed to get up for Jaxson, it still cast Keys in shadow. “What do you mean get us to safety?”
“That truck today tried to run you over, baby. It couldn’t have been after me, since nobody was aware I was in town. That means you and Hoss aren’t safe.” He wrapped both arms more firmly around her, pulling her on top of him. “I just found you again. There ain’t no way in hell I’ll let you and that boy get hurt. You said you trusted me, right?”
She held her upper body up, staring down at him. “I do. It’s just...I don’t want you to get hurt either. Why don’t you call the cops or something?”
He put a little pressure on her, forcing her to lay flat on his chest. “Baby, you know as well as I do the cops in this town are on your grandfather’s payroll. I’d have to call the feds in and even that would take a lot of work.” Work that wasn’t guaranteed to go their way, not if he didn’t play shit right.
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