Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
After days of discussions, arguments, tears, and a few reconciliatory hugs, we had made our escape out of the city. This was how it was going to be, Keegan dividing his time between his work in the city and his work in the country. I had teased him that he was like two different people, and he had pounced on me and told me that that was rich, coming from Effie Hancock. We had spent the week looking at the various buildings on the property and making plans to renovate one in particular – a small cabin with a sea view – so Keegan could stay there, and let Chris have his last few years before retirement in the farmstead in peace.
As for me, the job offers kept coming. Beatrix wanted me to head up the new Dynasty Games projects, but I had Taylor in mind for that. Keegan wanted me at Clover House for his social enterprise apps, but I argued that I made it a rule to never fuck the boss, so he changed his mind. No, I had to stick to the plans that I had made for myself before this all started. And so in between feeding horses and walking along the rocky coast, I was making travel plans.
The plan was to fly to Italy. Then I would be traveling by train into France and Spain before flying to Ireland. Keegan would join me there, and we would have a few weeks together before coming back home in time to welcome the newest member of the family. I had promised Beatrix I would be there for the birth of her baby girl, and after that, who knew? I had spent so much time in recent weeks thinking and overthinking every move I made, that it felt so good to just let go of what I should and shouldn’t be doing, and go with the flow for a while.
“What are you thinking about?” Keegan asked, taking my hand.
He guided me gently out of the field, closing the gate and pushing me back up against it, kissing me tenderly.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Just happy to be here, now, with you.”
“Corny,” he said, kissing me again. “You were thinking about Italy, and the French Alps and drinking wine in a Spanish vineyard with a young flamenco guitarist called Pedro!”
“Diego, actually. You got me,” I laughed. “And meeting you in Ireland and showing you just how much I missed you when I was hanging out with Diego.”
“How much do you think that will be?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with quiet laughter.
“Well,” I said, tapping my chin as I thought about it. “It’s hard to put into words…”
“Ah,” he nodded. “I see where this is going.”
“I could show you?” I suggested, looking around. “But where?”
He took my hand and let me to the stable, both of us laughing.
“Here?” he asked, casting his arm around as though it were a palace. “Cleaned out yesterday…”
“Hmmm,” I looked around. “I am not lying down here.”
“Agreed,” he said, lifting me up against one of the stalls and setting me on the ledge, conveniently at his waist height.
He was fumbling between us as I laughed, expecting him to set me down and take me into the house where we would have to be quiet in case Chris was around. But suddenly, he was holding me with one arm, pressing me hard against the door and pulling my jeans down. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him hard, and then I was in his arms and he was holding me between him and the door and impaling me on his cock. That morning he had made love to me gently as we woke up, but this was rough, urgent sex, and I instantly felt something inside me tighten and begin to pulse around him. He looked up at me.
“Already?” he asked, surprised and smiling.
I threw my head back and was lost in those heady, delicious waves of pleasure as he emptied himself into me.
Epilogue
FREYA
– One year later –
“COME TO AUNTIE Freya!” I called, and Charley crawled her way towards me, an enormous grin on her face. She was intercepted by Keegan, who scooped her up just in time before she toppled over. She squealed with delight, and he zoomed her around the room in his arms.
“He is so good with her,” smiled Mom, sipping her glass of wine before adding. “This place is amazing!”
“Isn’t it?” agreed Beatrix, lowering her voice to a whisper. “But who’s the older lady?”
“That’s Beverly,” I laughed. “She’s Keegan’s best friend.”
They looked at me in amazement, and then back to Beverly who was sitting with Dad and Stan, telling them a dramatic story about how she had narrowly missed being struck by lightning while looking after sheep when she was a child. They were completely enthralled.