“Yeah, okay,” he nods, his gaze lingering on mine for a few more seconds before he continues. “I’d like that. I’ll come looking for the two of you when the sun goes down.”
“We’ll be here.”
And just like that, I guess we’re done fighting. I sigh, going back to my notes as Isla follows her dad out of the room, chirping about s’mores and stargazing and everything else that’s on her adorable little mind.
The two of them are so alike in so many ways. I can’t imagine leaving and cutting both of them out of my life, but I also can’t imagine staying unless something changes between Keir and me.
That’s up to him, though. I’m willing to compromise on a lot of things, but he’ll have to meet me halfway. I can’t make him do it, though. I can’t make him want a relationship with me.
And as much as I might try to convince Isla otherwise, it’s not always easy to stop thinking about the things that we can’t control.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
KEIRAN
I turn off the overhead lights in my bedroom, unbuttoning the top button of my expensive silk blend shirt. A thought crosses my mind to turn on the bedside lamp. But I lie down on my bed, sinking into the cool comforter, and that thought slides away. After a day of nonstop movement, it feels good to just lay here for a minute.
I let my eyes drift closed and think of nothing. In fact, I start the slow fade into sleep, still fully dressed as I am.
“Keir?”
My eyes snap open at the sounds of Ella’s soft voice. I clear my throat and push my upper body way from the mattress, turning to look at the doorway.
Ella is shyly hanging just outside the door, clinging to the frame. I can only see a little of her face in the dim light, but I beckon her closer.
“Yeah. Come in.” I roll onto my back, sitting up.
She enters the room slowly, her every move cautious.
“I’m not waking you, am I? Or keeping you awake?”
I flash a sleepy smirk at her. “It wouldn't be the first time I had lost some sleep thinking about you, darling. Now come sit down and talk to me.”
I pat the bed beside me. She twists her mouth to the side and scurries forward, looking nervous. I narrow my eyes and frown at her.
What does she have to be nervous about?
“I just thought…” She climbs onto my bed, gulping. “I thought maybe you would like some company tonight.”
My eyebrows rise. “Some company?”
Even though it is dark in the room, I can still see her cheeks blush a deep rosy hue. She looks down at her hands, inhaling.
I reach out to her, brushing my fingers over her shoulder, flicking her hair away to smooth my fingers over dewy bare skin.
“Did you come in here because you’re lonely, little girl?”
Ella turns those big eyes up to my face, fidgeting. Her voice comes out in barely a whisper. “You could say that.”
“That’s very good, sweetheart. You came to me because I can give you just what you need.”
I lean over to her, using one finger to turn her face toward me. Kissing her is as natural as breathing. She lays one timid hand on my chest and releases the most breathy moan into my mouth.
I needed to touch her, though I didn’t realize it until just now. The hollowness I was feeling can only be filled by kissing and touching Ella.
She’s still wearing clothes for some unfathomable reason and I start undressing her, tugging her shirt up over her head. I unbutton my shirt, pulling at the buttons, ripping them off in my haste. I take my shirt off and toss it aside, lying down.
She’s wearing a skirt that rides up just a little around her hips as she kisses me, which gives me an idea.
“Get your panties off,” I growl. “I want you to ride me, right fucking now.”
She looks at me with those wide, innocent eyes and starts to unzip her skirt. “Okay…”
“No. Leave it on,” I tell her. “Just take your panties off and climb on my lap, sweetheart.” Impatient, I reach out and grab a handful of her ass through her skirt. “Faster than that, darling.”
I unzip my own pants as she shimmies her panties down her legs, kicking them off with her shoes. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs, shoving them and my pants down to the middle of my thighs.
My cock springs free, long and thick, the tip of it already slick with precum. Ella’s hand is on my cock instantly, her fist closing around it. My eyes sink closed and I buck against her touch.
“Fuck!” I hiss. “It feels so good. I love when you touch me, sweetheart.”
She gives me a few experimental strokes, testing the waters. My eyes open a slit and I see her lean her head down to my cock. I love the feel of her hot little mouth, but it can’t give me the carnal closeness that I need right this second.
“No, not now,” I grit out, guiding her face up to mine. “I don’t want to blow my load in your mouth. I want your pussy right now. I want to watch your face as you sink down onto my big cock.”
Ella blushes, but she gives me a quick smile as she straddles me, breathing a little bit faster. I force her head down and kiss her, even as I lift my hips up. My cock touches her warm inner thigh. I close my eyes for the briefest moment, distracting myself. But there is no point, really.
Ella is perfection, a pure fantasy. And the anticipation of burying my cock in her wet little pussy curls my toes. I kiss her, pressing her ass down so that her knees widen.
“You’re going to have to ride slow, sweetheart,” I warn. “I’m so fucking hot for you right now, I can barely see straight.”
She gives me a wicked grin and reaches down between us to stroke my cock. I growl and thrust against her hand.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” she asks, her tone playful.
“God, I love when you’re a cocktease,” I grit out.
She laughs. I grunt, pressing her down again. I use my free hand to stand my cock straight up, groaning as the blunt tip touches her pussy lips. They are already dripping with moisture and I groan as I probe her folds with my cock.
Fuck. Fuck! This girl is so hot. I can’t even look at her directly so I half-close my eyes.
Ella takes control for a second, using her hand to position my cock just how she wants it. She sinks down on my dick, her expression enraptured. Her pussy is hot and wet, and so tight that I clench my eyes and bare my teeth. I feel so goddamn close to her right now, on the precipice of losing myself.
I have to close my eyes fully and count to three before I can think straight.
“Keir? Say something, baby,” she murmurs.
I open my eyes again and she’s looking down at me like a fucking angel. I thrust again, maintaining eye contact.
“Fuck!” I mutter. “God damn, you’re so tight. So wet. So perfect.”
When she finally takes all of my cock, I pull her down for a long, slow kiss.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?” she asks, already breathless. “Maybe it will help if I move too.”
To answer her question, I thrust my hips upward. She cries out, but she just thrusts back, continuing the motion, keeping it fluid. Her pussy grips my cock as she rides me, the feeling rocking me to my core.