Fool Me Once

“Whoa, calm down,” Keegan says with a smile. “I’m clean too.”

His words help calm my nerves, and I take a few deep breaths. “I don’t know what got into me. I’ve never attacked anyone like that before.”

Keegan smirks. “You’re more than welcome to attack me anytime.” When he pulls me close to him, I feel his dick, still hard.

“Wow, aren’t you quite the overachiever. Ready to go again?” I joke.

He laughs softly. “Umm… I…” He traps his bottom lip between his teeth then drags it out slowly.

“You what?” I prompt.

“I didn’t finish.”

Well, damn, we can’t have that now, can we? After the orgasm I just had, I can’t go leaving him hanging. Plus, it would mean getting more of him, and maybe even another orgasm.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I bring my lips to the corner of his jaw and kiss along his stubbled jawline. “What do you say we go up to your room”—I kiss the corner of his mouth—“and finish what we started?” I run my tongue along his lower lip, then his upper lip before I press a soft kiss to his mouth.

“I would say you’ve had too much to drink and I’m not about to take advantage of you.”

“I’m barely even drunk.” I pout. “Plus, I’m pretty sure I’m the one who took advantage of you.”

Keegan laughs. “How about we go up to my room, order some snacks, and see where things go?”

“I like the way you think.”

When we get out of the pool, we don’t see Holly or Mitch anywhere, but Keegan says the three of them are sharing a room, so they’re probably up there. Keegan wraps a towel around me, and I grab my beach bag. I consider sending a text to Sierra to let her know I won’t be coming back to the room, but stop myself. She doesn’t care where I am or what I’m doing, and texting her will only give her another reason to remind me of that.

When we get up to Keegan’s room, I notice it’s not just a room, but a suite. There’s a kitchen and living room. Off to one side, there’s a door, but it’s closed, and on the other side is another door, which is open. Keegan guides me toward the open door.

“Order us some food,” he says. “I’m just going to make sure Mitch and Holly are back.” He gives the tip of my nose a kiss then heads over to their room.

After I order us some chocolate cake and brownies with vanilla ice cream—because every girl craves sweets after her body has been rocked to the core—I go inside the bathroom and turn the shower on so I can rinse off. Between the salt water and chlorine, my skin feels like sandpaper.

I leave the door open, hoping Keegan will take it as an invitation to join, then strip out of my bathing suit and slip into the shower. I’m no longer drunk, back to tipsy, but I’m still horny as hell. I’ve always been a horny drunk, though. Sierra, she’s a mean drunk. A couple drinks in her and she’ll be starting fights with everyone in sight.

“Hey, Jailbird, the food is here,” Keegan yells. I roll my eyes at his nickname for me.

When I don’t answer, he appears in the doorway. “J.B., you hear me?”

Oh, so now we’re shortening it? Fabulous.

“My name is Blakely,” I call out, and Keegan laughs. Then I add, “Come join me.” When he doesn’t respond, I peek out of the shower curtain to find him standing in place. “I’m not drunk.” I shoot him a wink. “Not much anyway.”

He inhales deeply then lets out a harsh exhale, obviously warring with himself.

“C’mon, you said you need to rinse off. If you’re worried about me attacking you again, just leave your shorts on.”

“Oh, like that would stop you.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m pretty damn sure my shorts were on in the pool.”

“Okay then, suit yourself.” I shrug nonchalantly. “It’s not like I need you to get myself off. The shower head will work just fine.” I slam the curtain closed. “I was just hoping to get you off!” I yell through a giggle.

A few seconds later, the curtain is flying open, and a naked Keegan is entering the shower. “I’m not joining you in the hope of getting off,” he states matter-of-factly.

“Oh, yeah?” I smirk playfully. “Then why are you joining me?”

Pulling me by the curves of my hips, he brings me so close, our bodies are flush. My breasts are pressed against his solid chest, and his hard dick is nestled between my thighs. “I’m joining you because I’ll be fucking damned if I don’t either contribute to, or at least get to watch you get off.” He pushes my wet hair off my neck, and leaning down, sucks on my pulse point. “You using my dick to get off in the pool was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”