Tomorrow, You're Mine Again... Pt. 2

GOD. WAS I really going to do this?
The sound of the basketball hitting the gym floor grew louder as I drew closer. He was in there. I could already feel his dark presence. The need to submit to fear was trying to overpower my stupidity.
The gym door stared back at me, and the cause of my problems was on the other side. I sucked in air and pushed through the doors in time to see him take a shot. The swish of the net was the only sound until the ball hit the court again.
I thought he would go after it, but he didn’t. He stood still and watched the ball bounce until it rolled away and still, he didn’t move.
His chest moved up and down, and from where I was, I could see the sweat running over his tan skin.
I wondered what was wrong with him until his head slowly turned and his gaze found mine.

Tomorrow, You're Mine Again... Pt. 1

I BLEW MY growing bangs from my eyes and peeked up at the front door for signs of Willow. I was anxious to show her the car my aunt had gifted me this morning for my sixteenth birthday.  Willow was usually my ride to school, but I loved having my own ride now.
It meant a quicker escape when he came around to torment me.

Keiran's Birthday Surprise

I WAS GREETED by her sweet scent. The feel of her soft lips, never failing to make my dick hard, followed. It was morning and we were still in bed, which gave me the perfect advantage. I rolled her underneath me and stole her next breath with my kiss. The best part about feeling her body beneath me was that she didn’t fight me. I loved the way she gave in to me every single time.  

“Good morning.”

“Happy Birthday, baby.”

Sex On The Beach

AFTER FIFTEEN MINUTES of tapping my foot impatiently, Keiran placed a firm hand on my bare thigh to calm me. I knew him well enough to know it was as much an order as a gesture of comfort. It only earned him a glare I was sure was as heated as the fire burning from his palm, up my thigh and straight to my pussy.
“They’ll be here,” he murmured. The slight smirk on his face displayed his amusement.
“You said that thirty minutes ago.” I sounded like a brat to my own ears, but my worry for Sheldon trumped any guilt. On the way to California, they handed over Kennedy to us and were supposed to meet us at the resort thirty minutes ago. 
“And I meant it then, too. Come here.”