Terror danced in her eyes. No! She wouldn’t allow the flashback of Braxton fingering her. Keeley forced the monster back into the box, but not before Tar tuned into her reaction. She grabbed his hand and sucked on his fingertips, before taking his hand and placing it back to her sex. “Make me know only you.”
He hesitated. Was her reaction from the distant past or more recent? Tar knew she loved him, but was it enough? All thought left him when she used his finger to pleasure herself. He stared deep into her gaze wanting to watch as she broke apart. “Eyes on mine.”
She licked her lips and held his regard while fucking herself with his fingers. “I’m going to come.”
Tar caressed her tits with his free hand and just as she was about to go over, he pinched her nipple. She came undone, gaze still on his. He kissed her deeply and rode out her orgasm by plucking her clit. “Absolutely gorgeous,” he purred.
Keeley somewhat returned to earth and wanted from Tar exactly what she’d told him. She unfastened his jeans and helped him work them off, before he tugged his shirt one-handed over his head. With no interest in resisting the urge, she leaned forward and traced the beautiful script tattoo which ran across his upper chest below the collar bones. His cock nudged at her entrance. She opened for her visitor, welcoming him as she locked her legs around his hips. He slid his hands under her low back, raising her to him as he swiveled his hips, rubbing on that special spot. He fought hard not to come too soon and pulled out to the tip, then slammed back to the hilt. Her cries of pleasure pushed him harder, faster, before he eased back to enter slow and steady, working them both into a frenzy. On his next downward thrust, he commanded, “Come, Keeley.”
Holy hell. The orgasm was powerful as she screamed his name into his mouth. Both breathing so heavy kissing wasn’t possible. Tar held her tenderly as their heart rates began to lower, licking at her lips softly. She murmured, “I love you,” but doubted he heard her. Best that way, she thought.
But Tar had heard her loud and clear. “Say it again.”
She couldn’t deny him. “I love you, Tarius McNeil.”
“Fuck, Keeley. You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.”
He decided showing her how happy was necessary, taking her to new heights as they made love.
Chapter Seventeen
Leith lie sprawled on the mat out cold. Tar wiped blood off the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “You deserved worse,” he grit out before spitting in the trash can. Leith had gotten in a few good hits and Tar’s lip reflected it.
E entered his gym and hissed, “Did you kill him?”
“Should’ve.”
“What’d the fucker do?”
When Keeley came in moving stiffly and wincing, E had his answer. He nodded his approval, kneeling down to check on Leith. Meanwhile, Keeley and Tar were having a rather heated discussion.
“You had no right!” she yelled.
“The hell I didn’t,” Tar retorted. “He beat the shit out of you. That’s not a man in my book.”
E didn’t bite back the, “Pussy,” that escaped, earning him one nasty glare from his sister-in-law. “Damn, girl, that’s one mean ass look you’ve got there.” He ran his hands over his torso. “Thank fuck, you didn’t singe me.”
Keeley couldn’t fight the raise of her lips. E was a smartass, but she did love him. Most of all, she loved how much he was in love with her sister. To watch the two of them together was beautiful, absolutely breathtaking. She simply associated it with being a Strand brother because they were all like that. Loyal and fiercely protective, family was everything to them. But the way they honored and cherished their wives was awe-inspiring. Keeley thought that kind of love just wasn’t real, only existed in fairytales. However, Even and his brothers, Nik and Alex, showed her there were still good men in this world. She sighed, sneaking a sidelong glance at Tarius. He was another one. She knew it, which was why she wished he’d come to his senses and leave her. She was a fuck-up waiting to happen, destroying all in her wake. Remembering she was supposed to be pissed at both of them, she huffed, “Are you boys done playing?”
“Yes, ma’am,” E replied.
Tar stepped in behind her and coiled his arm around her waist, pulling her tight. “I know you’re mad as hell at me, Viper, but put yourself in my shoes. What would you do if he’d done that to me?”
She leaned into him, looking up to hold his gaze. “Kick his motherfucking ass.”
Laughter boomed throughout the room.
Leith came to, still a little dizzy from having his clock cleaned. “Nice to know you all care,” he groaned, rubbing his jaw.