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Easy For Keeps
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“I want to take you home and strip the clothes off your sexy-as-fuck body and lose myself in you. I want to fuck you, over and over, until you can’t walk for a week, and then I want to fuck you some more.”
― Easy For Keeps
― Easy For Keeps
“What is this Sweet Home Alabama? You have a baby. In a bar.”
― Easy For Keeps
― Easy For Keeps
“Hi.” Sarah says and lifts her hand to wiggle her fingers. She’s grinning, the goofy grin of a woman on some serious painkillers. “Aww, you came to see me.”
I can’t move yet. I’m paralyzed with overwhelming relief and love and fear.
“They said you were shot.”
“Well, I was grazed, really,” Sarah says with a giggle. “It’s just a flesh wound.”
“Whatever, Monty Python."
I’m left with the woman of my dreams. And she’s whole and healthy and she’s going to be okay.
“Hi there, handsome,” she says with that goofy smile.
“Hi.” I sit on the bed at her hip and drag my fingers down her flawless cheek. “You just took about ten years off my life.”
“It’s only a flesh wound,” she says again in that horrible British accent, making me smile at her.
“God, baby,” I inhale deeply and bury my face in her neck, breathing her in. “God, if it had been two inches to the right—”
“I know,” she assures me and plunges her fingers in my hair, holding on tight. “I know. But it wasn’t. And I’m okay.”
She shifts on the bed and hisses in pain.
“But it burns like a mother ducker.”
I pull back and grin. “Ducker?”
“Auto correct of the mouth. I have to have it turned on because I have a five-year-old.” She smirks. “You’re hot.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Really good drugs for this flesh wound.”
“Your British accent is horrible.”
“There’s no need to insult me,” she says with a frown. “I’ve been shot for godsake. You’re supposed to baby me and pamper me and bend to my will.”
“I’ve been bending to your will since day one.”
“As if.” She rolls her eyes, then closes them and moans softly.
“Do you need more medicine?”
“Nah.” She smiles, but her eyes are still closed. “I’m just sleepy.”
“Sweetheart, I need you to stay awake for a minute, okay?”
“Okay.” But she doesn’t open her eyes.
I lean in and kiss her forehead, her cheek, her lips. “Wake up, baby.”
“Okay,” she repeats and forces her eyes open. “There you are.”
“Here I am.” I swallow and look at her perfect lips, then into her amazing eyes. Why have I been such a stubborn ass? Why couldn’t I admit before how much I love her? God, I almost lost her. “I love you, Sarah.”
“Wow. These drugs are good. I just dreamed that you said you love me.”
I grin again and kiss her cheek. “I did. I love you so much. For those few moments that I thought I might lose you…it was agony, Sarah. I didn’t want another minute to go by without telling you that I love you because I realize how short life can be, and we shouldn’t waste it.”
“This is a very serious conversation for someone on hard narcotics,” she says, but she cups my face in her hands and looks deeply into my eyes. “But I love you too, handsome. I love you so much that it hurts, and let me tell you, that’s a lot.”
“It sounds like a lot,” I reply and lean my forehead on hers. “Don’t ever scare me like this again.”
“Scared me too,” she admits softly. “I just found you.”
“You’re stuck with me, baby.”
“Good. I love you, too. Both of you.”
“Both of us?”
“There are two of you right now.” She giggles softly. “And I think I’m going to pass out.”
“Go ahead. I have you, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”
― Easy For Keeps
I can’t move yet. I’m paralyzed with overwhelming relief and love and fear.
“They said you were shot.”
“Well, I was grazed, really,” Sarah says with a giggle. “It’s just a flesh wound.”
“Whatever, Monty Python."
I’m left with the woman of my dreams. And she’s whole and healthy and she’s going to be okay.
“Hi there, handsome,” she says with that goofy smile.
“Hi.” I sit on the bed at her hip and drag my fingers down her flawless cheek. “You just took about ten years off my life.”
“It’s only a flesh wound,” she says again in that horrible British accent, making me smile at her.
“God, baby,” I inhale deeply and bury my face in her neck, breathing her in. “God, if it had been two inches to the right—”
“I know,” she assures me and plunges her fingers in my hair, holding on tight. “I know. But it wasn’t. And I’m okay.”
She shifts on the bed and hisses in pain.
“But it burns like a mother ducker.”
I pull back and grin. “Ducker?”
“Auto correct of the mouth. I have to have it turned on because I have a five-year-old.” She smirks. “You’re hot.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Really good drugs for this flesh wound.”
“Your British accent is horrible.”
“There’s no need to insult me,” she says with a frown. “I’ve been shot for godsake. You’re supposed to baby me and pamper me and bend to my will.”
“I’ve been bending to your will since day one.”
“As if.” She rolls her eyes, then closes them and moans softly.
“Do you need more medicine?”
“Nah.” She smiles, but her eyes are still closed. “I’m just sleepy.”
“Sweetheart, I need you to stay awake for a minute, okay?”
“Okay.” But she doesn’t open her eyes.
I lean in and kiss her forehead, her cheek, her lips. “Wake up, baby.”
“Okay,” she repeats and forces her eyes open. “There you are.”
“Here I am.” I swallow and look at her perfect lips, then into her amazing eyes. Why have I been such a stubborn ass? Why couldn’t I admit before how much I love her? God, I almost lost her. “I love you, Sarah.”
“Wow. These drugs are good. I just dreamed that you said you love me.”
I grin again and kiss her cheek. “I did. I love you so much. For those few moments that I thought I might lose you…it was agony, Sarah. I didn’t want another minute to go by without telling you that I love you because I realize how short life can be, and we shouldn’t waste it.”
“This is a very serious conversation for someone on hard narcotics,” she says, but she cups my face in her hands and looks deeply into my eyes. “But I love you too, handsome. I love you so much that it hurts, and let me tell you, that’s a lot.”
“It sounds like a lot,” I reply and lean my forehead on hers. “Don’t ever scare me like this again.”
“Scared me too,” she admits softly. “I just found you.”
“You’re stuck with me, baby.”
“Good. I love you, too. Both of you.”
“Both of us?”
“There are two of you right now.” She giggles softly. “And I think I’m going to pass out.”
“Go ahead. I have you, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”
― Easy For Keeps
“I can’t breathe. I’m 97% sure that my nerve endings are literally on fire, and true to his promise, walking today, or the days in the near future, will be a challenge.
God bless him.
“God, Sarah.”
If I could move right now, I’d open my eyes and look down at him, but I can’t. He’s still inside me, his body also still quivering. I didn’t think it was possible, but this round might be better than any of the previous six.
Six. Rounds. Of sex.
In one twelve-hour period.
I collapse on his chest, bury my face in his neck, try to regain use of my extremities, and purr when he wraps his arms around my back and hugs me close.
His arms make me want to bite him. In the best sexual way possible. I don’t know what he does to keep them so…awesome, but dear sweet Moses, am I thankful.
“I’ll make you breakfast,” he murmurs against my neck, sending a fresh round of goose bumps over my skin.
“Okay. I’ll get off of you in about a month.”
He chuckles and slaps my ass, and then before I know it, I’m flat on my back and he’s leaning over me, smiling down at me with those amazing green eyes of his.
“How can you move?”
“Quick recovery,” he says and kisses my nose. “You stay here and collect yourself and I’ll go cook.”
“Cook what?” I ask. “There’s nothing in your fridge.”
“The bagel place delivers.” He winks, places a smacking kiss on my lips, then jumps up and saunters out of the bedroom.
Naked.
Holy shit.
I cover my face with my hands and can’t help but smile. What a night! Adam didn’t wait until this morning to have his way with me again. No, that happened sometime around 2:00 a.m.
It seems that man can’t keep his hands off of me, and that doesn’t hurt my feelings in the least. I was so right. One night with Adam Spencer was unforgettable and a giant boost to my ego.
I giggle and sit up, sighing when my muscles complain. Good lord, muscles I didn’t even know existed are protesting after the night of exhausting sex I just had.
I had sex. A lot. With the hottest man ever.
I giggle once more and stand, groaning now at the uncomfortable pull of my inner thigh muscles, and walk into his bathroom to clean up.
The shower is quick, and before I know it, I’m in his kitchen, wearing last night’s clothes, kind of excited about the walk of shame I’ll do when he drops me off.
“I like that smile,” Adam says as he walks into the kitchen holding a brown bag that was just delivered.
“You put it there,” I reply with a wink. “You put on shorts.”
He raises a brow. “I can take them back off.”
“No.” I shake my head and laugh as Adam opens the bag of food.
He smirks and passes me a bagel, already toasted with cream cheese.
“How do you feel?”
“Sore.” I lick cream cheese off my thumb and grin at the sexy man taking a bite of his breakfast. “Well sexed.”
“Mission accomplished then.” He reaches over the island and drags his thumb down my cheek. He kisses my forehead, then pulls away.
“Thank you.”
“For?”
“Dinner. Breakfast.” The most amazing sex of my entire life.
“You’re welcome.”
― Easy For Keeps
God bless him.
“God, Sarah.”
If I could move right now, I’d open my eyes and look down at him, but I can’t. He’s still inside me, his body also still quivering. I didn’t think it was possible, but this round might be better than any of the previous six.
Six. Rounds. Of sex.
In one twelve-hour period.
I collapse on his chest, bury my face in his neck, try to regain use of my extremities, and purr when he wraps his arms around my back and hugs me close.
His arms make me want to bite him. In the best sexual way possible. I don’t know what he does to keep them so…awesome, but dear sweet Moses, am I thankful.
“I’ll make you breakfast,” he murmurs against my neck, sending a fresh round of goose bumps over my skin.
“Okay. I’ll get off of you in about a month.”
He chuckles and slaps my ass, and then before I know it, I’m flat on my back and he’s leaning over me, smiling down at me with those amazing green eyes of his.
“How can you move?”
“Quick recovery,” he says and kisses my nose. “You stay here and collect yourself and I’ll go cook.”
“Cook what?” I ask. “There’s nothing in your fridge.”
“The bagel place delivers.” He winks, places a smacking kiss on my lips, then jumps up and saunters out of the bedroom.
Naked.
Holy shit.
I cover my face with my hands and can’t help but smile. What a night! Adam didn’t wait until this morning to have his way with me again. No, that happened sometime around 2:00 a.m.
It seems that man can’t keep his hands off of me, and that doesn’t hurt my feelings in the least. I was so right. One night with Adam Spencer was unforgettable and a giant boost to my ego.
I giggle and sit up, sighing when my muscles complain. Good lord, muscles I didn’t even know existed are protesting after the night of exhausting sex I just had.
I had sex. A lot. With the hottest man ever.
I giggle once more and stand, groaning now at the uncomfortable pull of my inner thigh muscles, and walk into his bathroom to clean up.
The shower is quick, and before I know it, I’m in his kitchen, wearing last night’s clothes, kind of excited about the walk of shame I’ll do when he drops me off.
“I like that smile,” Adam says as he walks into the kitchen holding a brown bag that was just delivered.
“You put it there,” I reply with a wink. “You put on shorts.”
He raises a brow. “I can take them back off.”
“No.” I shake my head and laugh as Adam opens the bag of food.
He smirks and passes me a bagel, already toasted with cream cheese.
“How do you feel?”
“Sore.” I lick cream cheese off my thumb and grin at the sexy man taking a bite of his breakfast. “Well sexed.”
“Mission accomplished then.” He reaches over the island and drags his thumb down my cheek. He kisses my forehead, then pulls away.
“Thank you.”
“For?”
“Dinner. Breakfast.” The most amazing sex of my entire life.
“You’re welcome.”
― Easy For Keeps
“Unless I get called in, I don’t have to work tomorrow.”
“Perfect.” I kiss her nose. “Stay with me.”
“Why is this so easy with you?” she asks, frowning. “I thought I would be nervous, and maybe scared, and I had a minute of being a little nervous.” She grins up at me. “But I’m not. I’m just… me.”
My thoughts exactly. I’m just me.
“I’m an easy kind of guy.”
She snorts, then bites my arm. Not hard, like some girls have done in the past, making me shy away from teeth, but just enough to make me notice.
And make my cock twitch.
“You like to bite, don’t you?”
“I guess so.”
“This is new?”
She shrugs and pulls away, leading me back to the bedroom. “It seems you’re bringing out all kinds of surprising things in me tonight.”
“What are the others?”
“Five orgasms and my first blowjob in years,” she says, tossing her thick hair over her shoulder. “Oh, and I’m perfectly comfortable naked.”
“Good. Because I plan to keep you that way a lot.”
I climb into the bed and pull her in with me, tucking her against me.
“You want to sleep already?” she asks.
“Sweetheart, you’ve worn me out.”
“But I can still walk.” She sticks her lower lip out, then laughs and kisses my chin. “I’m just kidding.”
“There’s always tomorrow morning.”
She kisses my neck, then my collarbone, and settles in my arms as if she was born to fit there. I love how affectionate she is. Her lips rarely leave my skin.
“Tomorrow morning then.” She yawns. “Goodnight, Adam.”
“Goodnight.” I bury my lips in her hair and take a deep breath. She smells like sunshine and sex.
Two of my favorite things.”
― Easy For Keeps
“Perfect.” I kiss her nose. “Stay with me.”
“Why is this so easy with you?” she asks, frowning. “I thought I would be nervous, and maybe scared, and I had a minute of being a little nervous.” She grins up at me. “But I’m not. I’m just… me.”
My thoughts exactly. I’m just me.
“I’m an easy kind of guy.”
She snorts, then bites my arm. Not hard, like some girls have done in the past, making me shy away from teeth, but just enough to make me notice.
And make my cock twitch.
“You like to bite, don’t you?”
“I guess so.”
“This is new?”
She shrugs and pulls away, leading me back to the bedroom. “It seems you’re bringing out all kinds of surprising things in me tonight.”
“What are the others?”
“Five orgasms and my first blowjob in years,” she says, tossing her thick hair over her shoulder. “Oh, and I’m perfectly comfortable naked.”
“Good. Because I plan to keep you that way a lot.”
I climb into the bed and pull her in with me, tucking her against me.
“You want to sleep already?” she asks.
“Sweetheart, you’ve worn me out.”
“But I can still walk.” She sticks her lower lip out, then laughs and kisses my chin. “I’m just kidding.”
“There’s always tomorrow morning.”
She kisses my neck, then my collarbone, and settles in my arms as if she was born to fit there. I love how affectionate she is. Her lips rarely leave my skin.
“Tomorrow morning then.” She yawns. “Goodnight, Adam.”
“Goodnight.” I bury my lips in her hair and take a deep breath. She smells like sunshine and sex.
Two of my favorite things.”
― Easy For Keeps
“All you have in here is old Chinese,” Sarah says, her head in my fridge and ass facing me. It’s quite the view.
“I just bought some cheese,” I reply and lean my hips against the counter behind her to watch the show. She pulled my blue shirt on after we finally left the bed, but that’s all she has on.
“I have chips,” I point to the cabinet to her left. I’m an asshole because I really just want to watch my shirt ride up and show me her ass when she reaches for them.
But I never claimed to not be an asshole, so there’s that.
"Salt and vinegar,” she says with delight. “My favorite.”
“See? I pulled through.”
“You did,” she replies and opens the bag. “In more ways than one.”
“Is that right?” I purposely don’t move to her. If I do, I’ll spin her around and fuck her against the counter.
On second thought, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
She nods and grins as she crunches happily on her chips, then takes a sip of the ice water I poured for her.
“Do you want some?”
“No thanks.” I cross my arms and watch her unabashedly. “You should unbutton the shirt.”
She raises a brow. “Is that a request?”
“No.”
Both brows lift now, and she licks her lips, sets the bag aside, and slips the two buttons free, exposing her breasts, belly, and pussy.
“Better?”
“Now take it off.”
She grins and lets the shirt fall to the floor, pooling around her feet.
“I thought you wanted a snack,” she says and sips her water.
“I wanted to see you in my kitchen,” I reply, making her laugh.
“Do you have a kitchen fetish?”
I do now.
I don’t answer, and she saunters the few feet between us, her water still in her hand. I expect her to lean up and kiss me, but instead, she squats in front of me, takes a sip of cold water, and pulls my cock into her mouth.”
― Easy For Keeps
“I just bought some cheese,” I reply and lean my hips against the counter behind her to watch the show. She pulled my blue shirt on after we finally left the bed, but that’s all she has on.
“I have chips,” I point to the cabinet to her left. I’m an asshole because I really just want to watch my shirt ride up and show me her ass when she reaches for them.
But I never claimed to not be an asshole, so there’s that.
"Salt and vinegar,” she says with delight. “My favorite.”
“See? I pulled through.”
“You did,” she replies and opens the bag. “In more ways than one.”
“Is that right?” I purposely don’t move to her. If I do, I’ll spin her around and fuck her against the counter.
On second thought, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
She nods and grins as she crunches happily on her chips, then takes a sip of the ice water I poured for her.
“Do you want some?”
“No thanks.” I cross my arms and watch her unabashedly. “You should unbutton the shirt.”
She raises a brow. “Is that a request?”
“No.”
Both brows lift now, and she licks her lips, sets the bag aside, and slips the two buttons free, exposing her breasts, belly, and pussy.
“Better?”
“Now take it off.”
She grins and lets the shirt fall to the floor, pooling around her feet.
“I thought you wanted a snack,” she says and sips her water.
“I wanted to see you in my kitchen,” I reply, making her laugh.
“Do you have a kitchen fetish?”
I do now.
I don’t answer, and she saunters the few feet between us, her water still in her hand. I expect her to lean up and kiss me, but instead, she squats in front of me, takes a sip of cold water, and pulls my cock into her mouth.”
― Easy For Keeps
“How are you feeling?” he asks, watching me intently. “Adam?” “Yes.” “Take me home and fuck me until I can’t walk.”
― Easy For Keeps
― Easy For Keeps
“You don’t have rolls, you have curves. Like me. And trust me, Mike loves my curves.” She grins as she thinks of her new husband. “Besides, everyone has rolls when they bend over.” “I have rolls when I stand up too,”
― Easy For Keeps
― Easy For Keeps
