E knew how bittersweet this was for his brother, yet sat there in not a little awe at how well he was dealing with all those emotions crashing inside him. Not that long ago, Nik would’ve been a mean motherfucker as he tried to deal with the past ghosting into the present. Thanks to Aimee, he was controlled and…peaceful. True love had a way of doing that, especially those caught in the darkest of nights. Oh fuck, that was it! “Love conquers all,” he spat out, standing.
Nik and Aimee nodded emphatically in agreement.
“Keeley has to believe she’s loved. That’s the battle we help her fight.”
“Omigod, Even!” Aimee exclaimed. “She doesn’t think she’s worthy. I understand that feeling. All too well.”
Nik nuzzled into his wife’s neck and whispered, “Little one, it is me who is unworthy of your love.”
Tears fell down Aimee’s cheeks as she turned and kissed the corner of her husband’s mouth. “I love you.”
E’s cough brought their gazes to his. “Keeley thinks she’s unlovable. We need to call that lie out and kick its ass.”
Nik gave a half-smile. “What the hell are we waiting for?”
Aimee pulled out of her husband’s grasp. “Go.”
E added, “Operation Love the Fuck out of Keeley Kincaid has begun.”
“Hell yes,” Nik bellowed as they left together.
Aimee couldn’t help but be astounded at the love Strand men had for all those they cared for. And she knew they would need a little reinforcement, picking up the phone and calling her sisters-in-law. Together as a family, they’d show Keeley just what it meant to love and be loved. Forever. No matter how dark it was, light always found a way to break through.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Freak Like Me” was blaring through the nightclub as Keeley entered, stopping to marvel at her sister’s amazing talent. Her lithe body moving to the rock song with grace and ease. Keeley couldn’t help but wonder what her own dream was. What was she naturally good at? Where did her passion lie? Did anything just simply make her happy when she was doing it? The disconcerted thoughts made her uncomfortable as a tinge of envy lit up her veins. Lacey had it all. A master who encouraged and courted her kinky side, as well as being her husband, who loved, honored, and cherished everything about her—good, bad, and indifferent. God, did Lacey know how blessed she was? How loved? How absolutely adored? To add insult to injury, she stood in the shadows and watched the delicious E come up behind her and grind against his wife in the most lude way she’d ever witnessed.
Talk about needing to go find a man or a B.O.B. asap!
E was using moves Keeley knew were for his wife only. Then again, he didn’t realize anyone was observing them, so why wouldn’t he be turned on by watching Lacey’s hips in those tantalizing motions? He was a man, after all. A virile, hot-as-hell man that exuded sex with the flick of his finger. Shit. Arousal wasn’t good considering why she was there.
Get it together, Kee, before Braxton reads into it.
Without disturbing the two lovebirds, who were on the verge of mating, Keeley slipped unnoticed into the elevator down the hall from the stage. She practiced slowing her breathing. The doors slid open as her heart continued beating furiously in her ears.
Not good.
Keeley stepped into the “play room” that was so dimly lit her eyes squinted trying in vain to make out what all was in there. Or who? She shot a wayward glance toward the mirror wondering if anyone was in the other room yet. Most likely Mitch was, even though E wasn’t. Must be why Keeley felt like she wasn’t alone. She made her way across the room to the partition covered in beautiful emerald green silk, reminding her of Tar’s eyes, and gold cranes. The Japanese print fitting a room designed in the same fashion. It was one of her favorites. She donned the sexy geisha girl, silk black robe trimmed in bright red and matching sash with gold flowers. Keeley didn’t need a lot of light to know what was on her body. Like the room, this tiny little outfit made her feel pretty and sexy. The kimono hit the tops of her thighs and the deep V, at the dropped neckline, fell between her breasts. The jewel covered, four-inch sandals went on last. She was about to step out when a hand grabbed her with not a little force, shoving her against the back wall that was concealed from all eyes.
“I can’t wait to fuck this cunt.” Braxton’s voice registered as Keeley’s fear revved into high gear. His hand reached below her scantily clad sex and entered without preamble. “You’re so fucking wet,” he growled.
Shit. Shit. Shit. What the hell could she do? Instinct kicked in, like it did at the underground and before when she had been held captive by Caleb, she ground onto his hand. He pulled back on a hiss. Thank, fuck! She pushed the boundary he set. “I want your dick in me,” she purred, running her fingers over his cock. It went flaccid immediately. Score!