He got in first and, upon sitting, spread his legs. His erection was extremely impressive. I could see the tip above the water.
“Have a seat.” He chuckled as he helped me into the tub.
The water was hot and burned my chafed knees. “Damn, that stings,” I exclaimed as I struggled to sit.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, dotting my knees with kisses. The minimal contact sent a jolt right between my legs.
I sat slowly, facing him. Both his hands were circling his cock as he guided it toward my entrance. I felt the head penetrate my opening as I pushed down. I wanted more. I wanted it all. Every inch I took in got me closer to consuming his cock. I was still slick from getting him off earlier so I was able to seat myself almost completely. I heard a feral grunt come deep from his chest as I began to roll my hips and grind against him. I placed my hands on his shoulders as I leaned farther and deeper onto his erection.
My lips brushed his collarbone as I fell forward against him with a muffled groan. There were no words expressed between us. The only noise I heard in the echo of my bathroom was heavy breathing and sounds of sexual fulfillment. Our breath grew shallow as I moved faster. Up and down and side to side. He was deep inside me. I felt every single inch. My muscles began to clamp down on him as I recognized my body beginning to quiver and tingle. Keenan’s fingertips gripped my hips tightly as he slid me up and down his cock. I whimpered as I began to spasm and shake.
“Fuck. Fuck. Weezie,” he groaned as he gripped so tight I was positive I’d have bruises. His body went stiff as he pistoned deep inside me.
I looked at his face. His eyes were closed and deep lines marred his brow in concentration. The combination of hot bath water and intense sex dusted his face with sweat. A fine sheen lay above his upper lip. My tongue darted out and brushed across it, tasting the salt. As we climaxed together, serenity I’d never felt blanketed me. I moved off him but stayed between his legs. I studied his face as I captured his eyes. He bent forward and rested his head against me.
“Will you ever love me?”
Jesus. Where did that come from? And why was he saying that right now? Way to ruin the sex moment. I didn’t answer him. How was I supposed to respond? Did he want me to lie? Because I wasn’t sure I could—not with him.
“I am so in love you. You have become my world—my everything. We are compatible as hell. I mean, we’ve known each other almost two years now. What is it, Weezie? Is it me? Am I not enough for you? Is there something more I should be doing? How can I fix this? Just talk to me.”
I struggled to find the words, then cleared my throat. “Kee, I care about you more than any man I’ve ever known. You’re right. We get along great. You’re perfect—what we have is perfect—and the sex is incredible. Can’t that be enough? Please?”
“Is there someone else? I know I sanctioned the other men because I wanted this relationship. But is it one of them keeping you from me? Frankly, I assumed after all this time, you would have chosen me.”
I stood and pulled a towel from the rack, wrapping myself in it. “I do choose you, Kee. You have to know that. Don’t make me say words I don’t mean. Can’t liking you be enough?”
He stood up to get out of the tub, and I handed him another towel. “What are we, teenagers, Weezie? I’d hoped we’d gotten past the like stage.”
I could hear the frustration in his voice, and I couldn’t blame him. He’d given me everything—himself and freedom to be myself. I really hadn’t given him anything except fabulous oral. I had a feeling he would eventually want more.
I gave in. He’d worn me down. The day I realized we’d been together exactly two years, it began. He’d been circling it on the calendar for the prior two months.
“I’m tired of playing house, Weezie. It’s been two years. You don’t like my place because it’s too sterile—whatever that means. And this is your place, not our home.”
I huffed, then glared at him. “What that means is your place looks like a fucking hotel room. Did you ever unpack? Jesus, it’s been years and you haven’t even hung a picture.” I sighed. “What I’m getting at is it’s not very homey.”
What I said to him was the God’s honest truth. Keenan Stone had been living in a penthouse suite at the top of one of the most exclusive Beverly Hills hotels for years. Even though Latch McKay had some issues, having his own home hadn’t been one of them. His secluded beach house had been beautiful and private. Keenan irritated me because, with all his money, he’d never found it necessary to purchase his own abode.
“Why do I need my own place? I’m always here or traveling. It would be an expense that serves no purpose.”
I crossed my arms as my cheeks warmed. “Dammit, Kee, you don’t want anything of your own. Your own place—a man cave? With or without me, you need a place to hang your hat.”
Crossing his legs on the sofa, he motioned for me to sit next to him. “I thought about it once or twice. But when I met you and knew I loved you, it took a backseat,” he said as he put his arm around me. “I would buy a house if you’d live with me and create our home.”
How did I not see that coming? I was surprised he didn’t save this little ditty for after we fucked. He always had the perception to bring up these things after sex. It was commonplace for us to end a night of stellar fucking with an argument. His doing, never mine. I didn’t know if he thought sex with him weakened me and in that state I would agree to anything, or it just seemed an opportune time to badger me.
So many times, I threatened to walk away. Not to him verbally, but in my head. Keenan had a hold on me. He’d once said I belonged to him, and it was true. No matter how many times we fought, I knew I was his.
He adamantly refused to move into my condo. And of course, I would never live in a hotel. He broke my heart when he suggested I sell the condominium and we purchase a place we picked out together. It would be ours.
“If we live together, everything changes, Kee. Everything.”
“Yes, it does,” he said, observing me closely. He rubbed his chin with his cupped hand. “Weezie, do not mistake my acceptance of what you do as weakness. I’ve allowed your frivolous sexual antics because we set rules and I didn’t have to acknowledge what you were doing. But if we cohabitate, it can only be me. Understand that. Because regardless of what you’ve been doing for the past two years, for me, it’s only been you. It will only ever be you. Can it only be me for you? Be honest.”
Truthfully, I’d been thinking of it for a while. There had only been two others and that was a long time ago. Because I cared deeply for Keenan, I never strayed very far. I’d never felt this kind of attraction to anyone else. But what if it didn’t work out? What if I faltered? “You know how I feel about you, Kee. I’m crazy about you. But I never considered living together. To be honest, I guess I always thought Haven and I would end up roommates in a nursing home.”
He chuckled as he patted my thigh. “I think you have a while until that happens, and Haven has her own life now… her own family. We don’t need anything else, Weezie. You and me—that can be our family.”
“I have conditions.”
Keenan rolled his eyes and sighed. “I figured as much. As long as it doesn’t involve puff chores outside of mine—anything.”
“I don’t want to sell my condo. I can’t. I’ll rent it out, whatever, but I’m not giving up my bathtub or my first adult investment.”
“I suppose I can live with that as long as it’s for the reasons you’re telling me. It makes me think you want to have a backup plan in case we don’t work out.”