Beneath Our Faults (22 page)

"What about Piper?" I asked, fully aware my words were most likely going to put a damper on the mood.

The warmth around my neck stopped and his head lifted up. Two fingers moved down my face, lifting my chin to meet his eyes. "Piper has nothing to do with us," he assured me; bringing his face into mine so close I could feel his hot breath. "And you know that."

"But what about your arrangement with her that you are so fond of?” The words were hoarse coming out of my mouth.

The hand at my breast stopped its stroking abruptly. "Baby, the last time I even touched Piper was before the Halloween party."

"Oh." That was the only word my brain could muster at that moment. My mind and body was yearning for his touch.

"Yeah, oh. Although, I figured you would know that since you're my little spy."

I moaned, shaking my head. "For the millionth time, I was not watching you."

"Come on, be honest. You were watching." Why was he talking about that? That was the last thing on my mind. His free hand traveled up my leg gently, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. "Tell me," he whispered, his breath heavy against my ear. "What did you think when you first saw me all naked and worked up?"

My lips parted, pushing him back. "Seriously? I'm not talking about that with you."

"Fine. Discussion adjourned. I won't say anything about it again," he said, moving back into me, but stopping his touch at my breast. It was like he was playing some evil game with me. "Only because you look so fucking sexy right now. I've always thought you were gorgeous but when you're turned on, you have this fired up, passionate look on your face that's breathtaking."

I wiggled under him, warmth spreading across my thighs at his words. "Happy New Year," I blurted out, feeling like an idiot..

"Happy New Year," he repeated my words, laughing and creeping his hands along the small of my back, pulling me into his body. "You never answered my question. Is this okay with you?"

I was certain my heart was going to fly out of my chest. His question had me fighting with my desire. Did I want him? Hell yes. I wanted Keegan more than I’d wanted anything in my entire life. I just wasn't sure how much I did want. His hand slipped out from under my top.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want," he assured me, his eyes glazed over.

"I want to," I answered him, my voice low. "I just don't know how far."

"If you want me to stop, just say the word and I will. Let me make you feel good until you've had enough." The tingles that had been fluttering around my body made their way to the tiny crook in between my thighs. I had no doubts that he would make me feel good but I didn't know whether I would be able to stop once we got started. Could I handle being one of Keegan's random girls in his non-existent little black book? "Daisy, he muttered. "Quit over-thinking it."

"Okay." The short word barely left me mouth before his lips were back on mine frantically and his hands were exploring my body again. A finger hooked around the string of my top, untying it and dragging the fabric away from my chest. I tensed at the feel of his hot, wet tongue gliding down between my breasts before latching onto a nipple. My body instantly responded, arching my back to feed him more. Chills hit my body at the loss of his mouth, only to latch on to the other breast.

The tingling grew faster when his hand moved in between my legs, easing my legs apart and caressing me through my bikini bottoms. My breathing hitched, causing him to stop and pull away staring at me. "Is this okay?" he asked, concerned.

"Keep going," I nodded, squirming against the hand resting between my legs. He smiled, moving his hand away from my core and pulling the strings of my bottoms.

"Still okay?" he asked, his hand running a circle along my hipbone.

"Still okay," I confirmed, letting him take my bottoms off.

"I've been craving to do this since I first time saw you," Keegan said, running his hands across the inside of my thighs. My eyes shot open wide when he ran his finger along the outside of my opening. "And you're so wet for me." I wiggled at his touch, waiting for him to make the plunge. Needing him to do it before I died. He stroked me gently but avoided slipping his finger inside where I needed the most. My eyes shut halfway as I bit my lip awaiting trembling inside of me.

"Keegan," I hissed, wanting to scream out in frustration, "quit messing around."

His head darted up to look at me and a grin spread to each side of his cheeks. "You want me to stop?" He asked, starting to withdraw his touch but my hand shot out stopping him. Was he dumb? You do not play games with a girl who hasn’t been touched in months. It was just cruel.

"Don't stop," I bit out. "If you do, I will punch you.”

He laughed then plunged his finger inside of me without pre-warning.

Holy shit!

My body locked up as I drew in a sharp breath of surprise. "Is this better?" He asked, looking down at me while his fingers stroked me deeply.

I nodded my head close to twenty times and he laughed. "Good. Now I am going to make you feel even better." His body slid down mine, his hand still stroking, stopping when his head was right below my waist. He looked up at me, arching his eyebrows in question.

I nodded, holding my breath. Tanner and I had done this before, but only a few times. Our sex life consisted mostly of quickies before our parents got home. Keegan's movements were slow and precise, dropping kisses along my hipbone. My hands clenched against my thighs at the sensation of hot breath hitting me directly above my warmth.

The first lick was the most excruciating, leaving my body completely breathless. Chills broke out along my skin as he started his slow and tormenting brushes with his tongue against my soaking center. His tongue was bringing me to my brink and I wasn't prepared for what was coming when his hand reached down, rubbing circles around the nub between my legs. Every muscle started to lock up and my vision suddenly grew blurry. I felt like I was melting yet exploding at the same time.

"Oh my god," I whimpered, throwing my head back against the couch, my hands going to his hair and pulling it roughly.

"Let go, baby," he said, against my core and I did exactly what he said. Every ounce of sexual frustration that had been built up in my body surged its way through to the pulsing sensation between my legs. I moaned out lightly, my hands unclasping and going limp along with the rest of me.

His tongue stopped working and he kissed each side of my thigh before bringing his body back over mine. "You taste fucking amazing," he grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm before kissing me on the lips. I peeked down our bodies, noticing the bulge between his legs.

"W-what about you?" I asked, swallowing, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

His eyebrows arched. "What about me?"

"I can fix that," I said, my eyes tilting back to his erection.

"No worries," he answered, kissing me on the cheek and moving off the couch to grab our towels. "Up," he commanded, taking my hand and dragging my slack body off the couch. I shivered while he wrapped the towel around my naked body and led me up the stairs to my room.

"Get dressed," he directed. "I'll be back."

"Are you going to go jack off?" I blurted out, and wanted to smack myself in the face when I realized what I had just said. Who the hell asks someone if they were going to go jack off. I blamed it on the shattering orgasm.

He laughed. "I'm going to take a shower real quick." His mouth curved into a smile. "A very cold shower."

"So you are going to jack off?" I asked again, trying to keep my smile at bay.

"Wouldn't you like to know? You're more than welcome to come join me, curious one." He turned around, not waiting on my answer, and left the room while I stood there speechless. He just had his tongue between my legs, why did him inviting me to shower with him affect me?

Shaking my head, I walked into room and grabbed my pajamas from my bag. Dressing quickly, I threw myself down on my bed, snuggling under the covers until I felt the bed shift beside me. Keegan climbed in bed and nestled up to my side. I turned around to face him, noticing his bare chest and the words scripted across it. “What does this mean?” I asked, tracing the words with my finger. “Still I rise?”

"It means a lot of things, actually," he answered, holding his head up with his arm.

"Like?"

"Like no matter what bullshit life has handed me, I haven't and will never let it bring me down. I'm not going to let anyone or anyone tear me down. People can desert me, hate me or think I'm an asshole, but I'll never let them see me hurt. I will always rise above my enemies and my problems."

"Do you think your mom has deserted you?"

"No, she's actually part of the hate me category. My dad is the one who deserted me."

"Well, that's his loss.”

"If I would have known all I had to do was give you an orgasm to give me a compliment, I would have done that shit forever ago," he laughed, bringing his hand forward and rubbing my cheek. I glanced down at the sheets, suddenly feeling shy. Was he going to expect more from me tonight? Noticing my apprehension, he kissed my forehead and laid his head down on the pillow. "Get your beauty sleep. I'm staying in here tonight."

"Okay, I nodded, turning around and snuggling back into the warmth of his arms.

"Goodnight, my beautiful flower," he whispered into my ear.

"Goodnight," I repeated, exhaling and shutting my eyes.

It was a new year and I was going to fix myself.

T
HIS DAMN
girl, she was sinking herself into my veins, through my blood and straight into my heart. I never thought I would ever get attached to anyone but she was changing everything I had ever believed and turning my world upside down. I couldn't get enough of her but it wasn't like the other girls. I wanted every single fucking piece of her that she was willing to hand over; flaws, insecurities, I wanted it all.

The comforter moved beside me and strands of raven colored hair fell into her face, blocking my view. Leaning forward, I pushed the long pieces of fallen hair back behind her ears and rubbed the back of my knuckles across the smooth skin on her cheekbones. Her body twitched and small goose bumps appeared on her skin while I slowly made my way down her neck until I reached her shoulders and gave them a small shake.

A tiny groan escaped her chest but her eyes failed to open. I felt shitty waking her up but I didn't want her to miss out on what I wanted to show her, either. I knew she would love it. My hand stayed on her shoulder, giving it another shake, this one rougher. I couldn't contain my smile when I spotted one eye flutter open and she peered up at me from behind long, dark eyelashes.

"Good morning, sunshine," I whispered, only to watch the one eye shut back quickly.

Well fuck, looks like it was going to be more difficult than I thought. I leaned in for attempt number two. Giving her shoulder another rock, she groaned. The same sleepy eye opened. "The house better be on fire," she murmured, putting her arm over her face.

"I want to show you something," I explained, quickly.

The glaring eye stared at me but her mouth didn't open until it was ready to yawn. Finally opening up the other eye, she lifted up to stretch her arms out in front of her, giving me a tiny glimpse of the soft skin I showered with kisses last night. "What time is it?" She asked around another yawn.