She bent over and lowered her elbows to the bed and then widened her feet, opening for him.
His hands landed on her lower back, spreading to her hips. She let her head fall forward in preparation.
He slid his hand between her legs, using his fingers to spread the wetness he found. His hands went back to her hips and she slowly exhaled, trying to calm herself down.
The pressure of his cock at her entrance had her eyes rolling back in her head. The pleasure sent micro orgasms bursting inside of her. She lifted her head and pressed her lips together. The sheer potency of being taken by Keenan validated her decision to stay with him a little longer in hopes of making their relationship work.
"Hold on, Grace."
She grabbed handfuls of the comforter on the bed milliseconds before he plunged into her.
Her breath escaped her, coming out in a moan at the invasion, and her knees buckled. If it weren't for the bed, stopping her from falling under the pressure, Keenan would've propelled her across the room.
He pulled back and thrust inside of her again. Better prepared, she braced with her arms. The momentum took her to her toes. Or maybe it was his hold on her hips, lifting her higher, but she lost all purchase with her feet when they left the floor.
Marveling at what he could do, all her attention went to feeling the length and width of him fill every inch of her.
Her breath hitched. Awareness of the bond they'd created through the trials and fear that surrounded their lives strengthened her.
Over and over, he showed her the violent passion inside of him he had trouble expressing, leaving her with no doubts about how he felt toward her.
Keenan ground against her, holding her tight against him. Then, he slipped his arm around her hip, reached between her legs, and circled his finger over her clit.
The sudden softness and warmth against her back melted her bones. The soft caress of a man stronger than anything made her want to cry at the way he treated her.
"Come on my dick," he whispered against her ear.
She pressed against him, using his body to lean on. Arching her neck, she put the back of her head on his shoulder.
He moved his pelvis. Little movements, in and out. In and out. His finger, though, she panted. God, his finger was magical.
The sensations he created left her unable to do anything but receive them. Receive all the ways he pleasured her.
Her thighs quivered. She reached up and hooked her arm around his neck. Her nipples ached delightfully with the constant jiggle. Not too much. Not too little. He had her whole body vibrating.
She swallowed hard as her body tingled. He took her to the edge, and like her connection with Keenan, she lunged toward the awaiting explosion with no hesitation, even knowing he could destroy her.
Her orgasm swept her off her feet. If it weren't for Keenan holding her up and having his cock deep in her body, she would've slithered to the floor in complete bliss.
He removed his hand from between her legs and lowered her to the bed until she was flat on her stomach, bent at the waist, with her feet on the floor. She sighed and rested her head against the mattress.
Keenan closed her legs while remaining inside of her. She raised her head at the sensation of having him not only inside of her but captured between his legs. He had to have moved his feet, but she wasn't aware of anything but the way she floated.
He began to pull out, plunge in. A long moan erupted from her. Having sex in that position allowed him to impale her. Every inch sliding in and out. She came again, just lying there, knowing he possessed her body.
Keenan grunted, holding still with his chest against her back. His elbows braced his weight off her. Her body quivered in exhaustion and pleasure.
Whoever he was and whatever he was capable of being, Keenan had never physically hurt her. She trusted him not to break her heart, too.
Chapter Twenty Nine
An Idaho State patrol car pulled into the RV Park. Across the street, Keenan looked outside the glass door from inside the gas station. Once a week or so, a stater would drive through the area to make his presence known.
Only once had one pulled to a stop in front of Hank's motorhome.
At that time, the police had become involved with a hit and run, believing the driver had tried to cross the Montana/Idaho border and sought safety in Avery Falls.
"Uh oh. It looks like one of the campers called the cops," said Jason, a local teenage boy, tending the cash register. "What do you think happened?"
"Don't know."
"Are you going to see what's going on?" Jason joined him at the door, looking at their visitor.
Not answering the kid, he walked out and went straight to his Harley. Quickly, he revved the engine and rode past the RV Park, turning left at the first street and straight to the clubhouse.
Once he was inside the gate, he ran across the field toward the patch of woody area. Knowing none of the locals could see him behind the fence, he pushed himself, sprinting at full speed until he reached the clearing a hundred feet into the trees.
Grace's Jeep was still there. The added assurance calmed him somewhat. If the police were looking for the vehicle, they wouldn't find it unless they suspected one of the Avery Falls Motorcycle Club members was involved in her disappearance.
He'd packed her tent and moved her vehicle the first week he'd brought her back to his house. The risk of someone questioning an abandoned rig was too high for him to leave it at the campsite.
In his need to keep Grace's location a secret, he'd erased Grace's information in the registration book in Hank's motorhome and put a phony name in her place. As far as anyone knew, two women named Lisa and Kelli had rented the campsite for the same duration Grace was supposed to have camped in Avery Falls.
No one needed to tell him what the state police were doing here. He thought he had more time. If they found Grace now, he would not only lose her but would find himself sitting in prison serving a sentence for kidnapping and whatever other charges they could stick on him.
Jogging to the clubhouse, he unlocked the door, pocketing the padlock as he stepped inside. An uneasy calm greeted him. He peered through the darkness, knowing everyone preferred dealing with their newfound pasts without a spotlight on their reactions.
Most of the men stood at the back of the room. He scanned the area looking for Prez. Everyone would need to know law enforcement was in the area, so they all could protect themselves. But, while he'd done the crime, the others had other reasons to worry. It would only take one of them getting out and letting others know about the Alpha Bio Project for an investigation to invade their town.
He joined the group, pushing his way to the center to see what drew their attention, and found Prez standing over a body on the floor. He stepped around Ruger to get a better view and stopped. Steven's still body told him what had happened.
They'd lost another man. An MC brother bonded to all of them by his loyalty to the club.
"Fuck this." Ruger knocked into Keenan's shoulder as he escaped the crowd.
Several others moved away. Keenan approached Prez. Understanding passed between them. Steven had chosen not to deal with his past. His newly returned emotions had made it possible to end the pain by his own hand.
He couldn't fault Steven. The Alpha Bio Project had to have known what the switch would do to them. If anyone was responsible, it was those in charge of the project.