Page 36 of The Betrayal
“Keaton!” I shout a little louder and I hear his footsteps closing in, his head popping up through the stair railings and his eyes light up. “Fuck off,” I warn, hiding behind the door.
“Don’t be like that, you obviously called me for a reason… baby,” his voice is deliciously deep and my insides quiver.
“I need some towels.” I grit.
“Oh dear, should have checked before you got yourself all…” He pauses for a moment, and within two strides he is in front of me. Close. Too close. “Wet,” he growls and I clench.
My skin isn’t the only thing that is wet.
Annoying.
I mean, a little bit of weakness never hurt anyone right?
No. No.
No more of Keaton’s perfect dick.
You’re an addict.
Could be addicted to worse things, I counter with myself.
“Please,” I whisper, my fingers curled around the door.
He exhales heavily.
“Fine…” his tongue runs across his top lip slow and seductive, and my teeth are in my bottom lip without me even realizing.
“Stop undressing me with your eyes, you want me?” he chuckles, “Just say the words.”
“I want a towel, now shoo,” I brush him off with my hand, ushering him on.
Rolling his eyes, he disappears and within a minute, he is back with warm and fluffy towels. I snatch them, slamming the door shut and wrap myself up.
Once warm and dry, I make myself wet and messy thinking about him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
KEATON
Hard.
Rock, fucking, solid.
Her silky skin. Her wet hair framing her pretty fucking face, her plump lips and all I could think of was how they would look wrapped around my cock.
Slamming my bedroom door, my sweatpants are down round my ankles and fisting myself within seconds. I jerk myself off hard and fast, all while my eyes are closed, head tipped back as I fantasize about sinking my cock inside of her again.
I come in two minutes.
Shameless.
No fucks given.
Cleaning myself up, I open my bedroom door the same time she steps out onto the landing, our eyes meet and her cheeks pinch that pretty blossom pink.
“Flustered?”
“Hardly,” she rolls her eyes, bedding in hand.