One Month Later…
The sun is beaming through the window, lighting up our bedroom. A whole wonderful month has passed, which means I’ve officially been living with Keller for a month. A smile creeps up my face as I think about how safe, loved, and extremely satisfied I am in every aspect of my life.
Handing in my notice at the law firm has been a particular highlight. Another thing I can thank Keller for. David is pissed to not have me distracting him on the daily, but he’s happy I’m finally pursuing my dreams. Something that would never have been possible without Keller and his growing list of deeds to make me happy.
First, he bought Maddie’s apartment, so I didn’t have to worry about her finding a new roommate or, in his words, “Her shacking up with some weirdo.” Next he made a considerable donation to Paula’s charity. It means more budget to plan events for the kids, thus Paula needing a spare set of hands full time, a paid full time.
When she called, she was ecstatic, offering me the position of Head of Events. My only hesitation being it is considerably less pay than my family law gig. But Keller, being Keller, assures me, despite my argument, that he has enough money to last us ten lifetimes. I don’t need to pay my half of Maddie’s rent anymore, nor is he expecting anything from me for living with him. I know if I need it, I have a room at Maddie’s. Not that I ever anticipated leaving Keller. Not for one second.
Every day our connection strengthens. I can even say I enjoyed Christmas this year. Keller kept his promise. We invited Maddie, Grayson, Luca, and Mrs. Russo over for Christmas dinner. Mrs. Russo is the most wonderful, kind-hearted lady I have ever met. Her eyes light up when she speaks to Keller and Luca and they pander over her just as much. Watching them interact, you’d never guess they weren’t all related by blood.
Luca has grown on me. There’s more to him than meets the eye, similar to Keller. They wear a mask of hard exterior when deep down they have a heart of gold. There is light beneath their darkness. They just need someone to bring it out of them, like Mrs. Russo does when she’s around.
Don’t get me wrong. Am I particularly thrilled about Keller’s brothers being a Mafia boss? Absolutely not. But I’m the last person to judge. Between Keller and Luca, I have never felt safer, more like part of a family. Maybe I should be running for the hills, but my gut tells me this is where I belong.
Maddie and Grayson spent the whole time either picking at each other, leaving Maddie red-faced and Grayson smirking, or totally ignoring each other’s existence. I bet their drive home was a blast. I almost wish they would just fuck to get it out of their systems. It’s clear to everyone around them they have undeniable chemistry, but they won’t admit it.
The day was filled with fantastic food, laughter, and family. It was perfect. Everything was slotting into place, minus the minor issue of the threat to my life and Jamie. Keller doesn’t give much away, other than he will protect me with his life, and it’s being dealt with. In all honesty, I trust him. He hasn’t given me a reason not to yet, and I wouldn’t fuck with Keller and Luca. I know there is more he’s hiding from me. I’m leaving it in his hands to reveal the truth when he’s ready.
Maybe my thought process is clouded by my sheer love and infatuation with this man.
I only have another two weeks left at my job before my last day. Then we’re jetting off to Vegas for Keller’s unification fight. Every day he trains religiously, if not at Kings Gym, than in his home gym. On days I work from home he usually chooses to train at home, so I get one hell of a view whilst I work. Just in this brief space of time, I swear his muscles are even more defined. He looks bigger and stronger if that’s even possible. We’ve stuck to a protein packed diet, although he eats four times more than me, it’s quite horrifying the amount of food he packs in before a fight.
He’s even started giving me self-defense lessons every now and again. Which usually just end up with me spread out on the mat whilst he fucks me into oblivion. Much like how most nights end. One orgasm Sienna is no longer. Now we’re talking at least five. The things this man, my man, can do with his fingers, tongue and cock are extraordinary. Not to mention being fucked up against the floor-to-ceiling windows 86 stories above the twinkling New York skyline. It’s almost like a dream. But I can’t shake the feeling that one day I’m going to wake up and it really will be just that: a dream, a fantasy.
Keller starts to stir next to me. Despite this being the largest bed I’ve ever slept in, he doesn’t let me go all night. His fingers now draw delicate circles on my abdomen, making me squirm from the ticklish feeling. This causing my ass to brush his hard cock, shooting tingles across my skin.
“Morning, Baby,” he murmurs against my back in his deep raspy voice.
“Morning, Champ,” I reply with a smile and snuggle back into him.
“I fucking love waking up with my cock on your ass.”
He groans as he peppers light kisses along my shoulder blades, his short stubble scratching against my skin. A quiet moan escapes my throat as I tip my head back to rest on his muscular shoulder.
“You mean you just love waking up next to me? I’m more than just an ass to you. Aren’t I?” I try to keep my tone neutral. He can’t see my face but I’m trying my best to hold in a laugh.
“If you don’t know the answer to that by now, then I’ve failed you.” He lets out a sigh.
Sometimes I forget beneath his rock hard exterior, beneath that mask he carries, is a lost soul, a man who has never truly experienced being loved. I had a half-arsed kind of family and a string of shitty boyfriends. Keller had nothing, not even half-arsed parents. None. My heart breaks thinking about his childhood. The things he must have done to survive and become the man he is today, the man who has everything he deserves and more.
Turning round to face him “Everything,” I say, taking his face in my hands. His lips creep up into a smile. “My Champ. My King. My Everything. Always,” I whisper, bringing my lips to his, pouring my love into this kiss. He breaks away, his dark eyes staring into my soul.
“My Goddess. My Queen. My World. Forever.”
“I love you, Keller.” The words tumble out of my mouth.
I snap my lips shut tight. It’s been on the tip of my tongue for weeks. I just couldn’t face the rejection. I mean, he’s already told me he can’t give me the fairytale ending. How could he love me back?
A few seconds pass that seem like a lifetime, his face unreadable.
Tears sting at the corners of my eyes as I feel the rejection coming. Sending me right back to the girl I was a few months ago, the girl who was never quite enough.
“Sienna, Baby,” he sighs, brushing his fingers through my hair.
Oh God, here it comes. I lower my gaze, almost bracing for impact. Tipping my chin up with his finger, my eyes meet his. His black eyes are gleaming with admiration.
“I love you. I love you so much it almost physically hurts. I will love you every fucking day until the day I die.”
The tears that were threatening start spilling down my cheeks, as soft sobs leave me.
“Oh Baby, don’t cry,” he says, worry lacing in his tone.
“I-I’m just so happy Keller,” I hiccup.
“It’s you and me against the world, Baby. Forever.”
He gives me his best lopsided grin as he proceeds to slowly lick the tears from my cheeks, going up one side and down the other. He consumes my whole heart and now all I crave is for him to consume my whole body.
“I need you.” The breathy whisper leaves my mouth.
“Like air to breathe, Baby. How could I ever deny you anything, my Queen?”
Before I know what’s happening, Keller’s on top of me, my hands pinned above my head, as he’s glaring into my soul with hungry eyes. Lowering his head, he takes my lips with his. His tongue explores as he deepens the kiss, lighting the fire inside me.
“More Keller. I want it all.”
I feel him smile against my mouth.
“My Queen is demanding this morning,” he teases, peppering kisses along my jaw.
Tightening his grip on my wrists with one hand, the other slowly, so slowly, trails past my breasts, along my abdomen, creeping closer and closer to where I need his fingers to be. I inch my legs apart even further, giving him as much access as possible. His fingers lightly brush past my pussy and continue down my inner thigh. I let out a moan, my whole body screaming for him to touch me. Then his fingers trail back up the inside of my other thigh and finally run up my soaking seam.
“You are fucking dripping for me, Baby.” He rasps.
Arching my back, he bends his head and takes a nipple in his mouth. Sucking, biting, and licking between my breasts.
“So ready for me, so perfect.”
One of his fingers teases my entrance and slowly enters as I let out a moan.
“More, I need more,” I beg.
He chuckles against my neck as another finger joins, pumping in and out at a steady pace. I already feel like I am about to explode around his fingers, but he quickly removes them and my body sags, frustration building. As if sensing my inner turmoil, his finger lifts my chin to meet him. His eyes sparkle with desire, with love.
“This isn’t just a fuck, Sienna. I want to worship your body. I want to show you how crazy I am for you, how much I love you.”
I am speechless.
I’m used to powerful, in control Keller.
The man hovering above me now is gentle, loving, and all mine.
“I love you, Champ.” They’re the only words my brain can conjure up right now.
Taking that as his cue, he crashes his lips to mine for the most earth shattering kiss I have ever experienced. His cock rubs up and down my slit, taking all my juices. He lines himself up at my entrance and inches his way in. Pure ecstasy flows through my veins as he finally fills me. I am so full. He gives me a second to get myself together before he quickly pulls out and slams straight back into me, sending my head flying back and my back arching off the mattress.
“Jesus Christ Sienna, it’s like you were made for me, ” he grits out.
“Fuck me like you love me, Champ. Show me.”
That sets a fire within him as his eyes spring open. He’s on the edge just as much as I am.
Without missing a beat, he ups the momentum. The slapping of our skin radiates through the room.
“I. Fucking. Love. You,” he forces out through deep breaths between thrusts. Taking my lips with his and bites down on my lower lip as he slams into me, grabbing behind my knee and pulling it up to my chest, giving him more access. His cock now hitting that sweet sweet spot that is going to send me over the edge.
“I’m so close, Keller.” My voice is low and quivering.
He doesn’t speak, only grunts in response. We’re both coming undone. I’m squeezing my eyes shut as the pressure is almost all too much.
“Eyes on me, Baby,” his gravelly voice commands. Snapping my gaze straight to his, I see the torment dancing behind his eyes.
I can’t hold it back any further. My whole body is alight as the sweat beads on my forehead.
“Now baby, come now,” he says through gritted teeth.
That’s enough. I finally erupt, my whole body on fire as the orgasm shoots through me, and I scream his name from the top of my lungs.
I can faintly hear him roar my name over the ringing in my ears as he empties into me.
We lay there trying to catch our breath, sweaty foreheads meeting. Keller releases his grip on my wrists. My arms feel like dead weights.
“That was….”
I don’t even have the right word to describe what just happened. He’s right; that wasn’t just a fuck. That was cementing our love, binding us together for life. It was perfection.
“Everything,” he replies.
I can feel his love in every single part of me. I wrap my now tingling arms around his neck and draw him even closer to me, his weight squashing me into the mattress. His musky scent mixed with pleasure, filling my senses. Closing my eyes, I take in this moment, wanting this feeling to last forever.
I finally feel at home.
I roll over in bed, searching for Keller. I miss his touch.
I heard him creep out of bed a little while ago. As soon as he left, an emptiness washed over me. God, I have it bad.
The last few nights have been the same. He tosses and turns until he grunts and gets out of bed. Not before pressing a soft kiss to the back of my head though.
He has his unification fight coming up in only a couple of weeks. He needs to sleep.
I toss back the duvet and check my phone for the time.
3AM. Damn, it’s the middle of the night still.
I throw on one of his t-shirts. It hangs on me like a dress, and head out of the bedroom to find him and bring him back to bed.
As I reach the bedroom door, the penthouse fills with the sound of Keller’s deep chuckles. What the hell is so funny this time of the morning?
Intrigue getting the better of me, I make my way to the lounge, being careful not to make any noise as I walk over.
As I peer around the corner, I discover Keller, sprawled out on the couch, a book in his hand, chest shaking as he laughs at whatever he’s reading. Keller reads? Hang on, I recognise that…
My eyes go wide as I smash my hands to my mouth to hide my gasp.
The black book in his hand is mine, and it is absolutely filthy.
Shit shit shit. I am so embarrassed right now.
“Baby, what the fuck is a nub?” he shouts, still laughing his head off.
I storm over, my cheeks on fire, and snatch the book right from his hands. Well, I try, but Keller doesn’t let go, he just grabs it back and holds it into his chest, tears pooling in his eyes.
I can’t help but join him.
I don’t know how long passes where we just laugh, him clutching the book. I regain my breath and make another attempt to steal the book back. It’s a mafia arranged marriage, a spicy one at that.
He catches my wrist in his hand, throwing the book behind him.
“No, you can’t take this off me. I’m just getting to the good bit. He’s just tied her up in the basement. Is that the kind of thing you’re into, my naughty, Goddess?”
“No, but I don’t mind being tied up in the bedroom.” I reply, a fire burning in my center. Something about seeing Keller so carefree and happy slams me right in the heart.
“Come here.” He pulls me onto his lap, picks up the book and opens it in front of us, while I cuddle into his chest.
“I bite down on her nub, lapping her juices up.” He starts to recite from the book in his deep voice, sending shivers down my spine.
“It’s the clit, Champ. You don’t have any trouble finding mine, either.”
His chest vibrates beneath me, his laughter filling the room.
“Glad we cleared that up, Baby. Want me to find your nub for you now?” he rasps with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Boy, I love this funny side of him.
“Read to me at the same time,” I whisper, squeezing my legs together. I’m soaking already.
His fingers lift the hem of his T-shirt. I spread my legs over each side of his, my back against his chest. His index finger immediately finds my clit and starts to gently circle.
“How did I do?” he whispers in my ear.
I let out a moan in response, burying my head into his neck, his masculine scent assaulting my senses.
“Perfect, as always.”
He starts reading again but I can’t concentrate on anything other than his deep voice vibrating against my ears. Until he slips two fingers inside of me, causing my back to arch against him. I snatch the book and toss it across the room.
“Hey! I was reading that, Baby.” He pretends to whine.
I maneuver in his arms and turn to face him, straddling his lap, his rock hard cock rubbing against my pussy through his sweatpants. He gives me a pout and I crash my lips to his.
“Enough reading; more fucking. Please. And then you’re coming back to bed with me.”
“Your wish is my command. Now put that nub on my face and let me feast, please.”
I can’t help but laugh as he slides his body down under mine while I hold on to the couch. He wastes no time in devouring me, his tongue lapping me up and down, biting on my clit. I ride his face until I see stars, his hands gripping my ass. Pure ecstasy fills my body as my climax rips through me. I tremble around his tongue. He continues to suck on my clit, as if proving a point he knows where it is.
I fucking love this man.
