Page 14 of Keegan: The Murphy Family
It was like when we were younger—we were all a family again, and I felt like I finally belonged. This was exactly what I’d been yearning for, all those years in Nashville while I was away from Chicago.
Now, as Keegan ate; I stared at his face. Thankful again that everything had worked out. I knew that wherever my father was, he was watching down on us and was glad that we were together. That I was being well looked after.
“What are you thinking, beautiful?” Keegan asked, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“About how lucky I am,” I told him.
Keegan put the tray aside again and slipped into bed with me.
“I’m the lucky one, if you ask me,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose.
“Well, I’m not asking you, am I?” I retorted and giggled as he started tickling me furiously. Soon enough, Keegan had wedged himself between my legs and was kissing my thighs.
I chewed on my lip, already feeling a wave of desire rise up in me. I couldn’t get enough of this man. It was like the more time passed, the more I wanted him. The surer I was that I could never live without him.
Keegan untied the apron from his waist, but before he flicked it away to the floor; I watched as he pulled a small velvet box out of its pocket.
I stopped giggling immediately when I recognized the box. It contained jewelry…a very particular kind of jewelry. Keegan flipped it open, sitting between my legs and staring into my eyes.
I gasped when I saw the beautiful diamond ring. It glittered in the morning light that was streaming into the room. It had a huge diamond, and a sapphire studded band. I’d never seen a ring as beautiful as this before.
“Keegan…” my voice trailed.
He smiled at me and ran a hand through his hair.
“I’ve always wanted to ask you this question, Fallon, and I don’t think I can wait anymore,” he began. I realized I was holding my breath. “Will you do me the honor of being my wife? I promise I will spend my whole life trying to make you happy. I want to take care of you the way you deserve.”
I was breathing hard. It was a dream come true. Marrying Keegan was all I ever wanted, even though it had always felt unrealistic to me. I nodded my head.
“Yes!” I squealed with a laugh and he laughed too.
I lifted my hand up to him, and Keegan slipped the ring on my finger where it shone. I threw my arms around him and he kissed me deeply.
“I really am the luckiest guy in the whole world. I’m going to marry my best friend,” he said and I kissed him back. How was it that he was always capable of making me feel so treasured? Like I was worth a million dollars.
Keegan sank into me, pushing me down in bed so that I couldn’t move under him.
His hands were everywhere, pulling down my tiny cotton shorts and rolling up the spaghetti top I was wearing in bed.
I thrust my hips up to meet him and he stroked the swollen folds of my pussy.
His mouth was on my neck, his tongue rolled down till he’d found the quivering peaks of my breasts. He flicked my nipples with his tongue and I moaned. With one hand, he squeezed the other nipple while I wriggled under the weight of him. He was strong and I was weak underneath him…exactly how I wanted to feel. I felt safe.
Keegan sucked on my nipples till they felt raw, and then he flipped me around. He was going to take me from behind.
He positioned me exactly the way he wanted me—on all fours. I was facing the bed post, holding on to it with both hands. My butt was stuck out towards him and he slapped them, one by one.
My body shook with the sting of the slap—just the way I liked it. He spanked me again and I moaned.
“Please, Keegan…” I mewled and reached my hand down to my wet throbbing pussy.
I could hear him undoing his pants. I could feel the heat of his cock as he guided himself towards me. Within moments, he’d parted the folds of my pussy and he was inside me. His cock had filled me deep and he was moving.
As I held the bed post, I could see the diamond ring glittering on my finger. I was going to be married to Keegan…I was reminded of that again. I was finally going to have the life I’d always dreamt of.
He thrust his big throbbing cock in me and I felt myself being pushed to the edge of an orgasm. I was going to come very soon. Sooner than I’d expected.
Inch by inch, he pushed deeper into me and I squealed his name with pleasure. The bed shook with the motions of his thrusts. I could hear him growling behind me too.
Then there was an explosion inside me. I rubbed my clit, with my hand wedged between my thighs…helping the orgasm to take over my body. I shook and trembled as I came. Keegan was coming too.
I could feel him shooting his cum inside me and I cried out his name. He grabbed me by my shoulders and rode me wild. His cock in and out of me, pushing me, sliding over me till my orgasm finally began to diminish.
I was panting, covered in sweet sweat. Keegan had emptied himself in me and slowly, he began to pull his cock out.
We both crashed on to the bed together, exhausted and content. We were staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch our breath.
I held up my hand to admire my ring again. I still couldn’t get over how he’d selected the most perfect ring for me. But then again, there was nobody else on Earth who knew me as well as Keegan did.
“When are we telling the family?” I asked, turning to him…still panting as I spoke.
“They know. They’ve seen the ring. They couldn’t wait for me to propose so we could celebrate together,” Keegan replied. I flushed a deep red at the thought of the whole Murphy family waiting eagerly for the wedding day. It was going to be the first wedding in the family.
“Mam finally has some hope that she might be gifted a grandchild,” he continued. I smiled, turning to him so I could look into his deep green eyes. What would our children look like? I couldn’t stop imagining their faces.
He reached for my face, tracing shapes on my cheek with his finger.
“This is the best birthday I could have hoped for,” I told him and Keegan smirked.
“I just want to make you happy, beautiful. We’ve wasted so much time being apart,” he said and I shook my head.
“I’m thankful for everything. For everything we’ve been through. Now, we can finally be happy. We can have our own family and put everything behind us. I just wish that my dad was here to see all this. He would have been so happy,” I answered and tried not to choke up.
Keegan leaned over and kissed my cheek.
“I’m sorry, Fallon. I will always regret not being able to stop it,” he said.
“There was nothing you could have done. You weren’t there, you were only fifteen!” I argued. He nodded his head but I could see that he still wasn’t convinced.
“I love you, Keegan, and we are together now, that is all that matters,” I told him. He smiled at me and caught my hand, bringing it to his lips so he could kiss it.
“Make sure mam doesn’t boss over the wedding. Although, you’re the only one in the family she really listens to,” he said and we laughed.
It was true…from the beginning, even when we were children, it was like Mrs. Murphy had always known I belonged to them. I was the daughter she’d lost.
Keegan and I kissed again and rolled in bed together, till we forced ourselves to get out of bed so we could celebrate. Now it felt like every day was a celebration with him. I’d never known happiness like this before.
THE END
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“You know the rules,” I said. “You made an agreement. And in my world, your word is your bond, Mr. Stephens.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Look, we hit a bit of a snag and I had to dish out a lot of money to get it fixed. I-I-I… I can get you half of it now. All cash, all cleaned, r
eady to go,” he said.
“I didn’t come here for half, Mr. Stephens. I came here for all of it,” I said.
“I promise you, it’s all clean. And I can have the rest of it to you in a couple of weeks, I swear. We’ve got this massive score we’re preparing for, and all I have to do is deliver on my end of the bargain. I get the money, I clean it up, I prepare it for you, and we’re all done.”
“You seem to have this backwards,” I said. “You don’t make the rules. You follow them.”
“Please,” he said. “It’s all I’ve got. I swear on my mother’s grave-”
“How disrespectful of the woman who brought you into this world. I’m not sure my father would be impressed knowing he was doing business with someone who was so… disrespectful of women.”
I cocked my gun and held it out to the guy’s head. I had no intentions of killing the man today, but he needed to be scared. He stopped making his payments two months ago and my father was getting nervous. And when my father got nervous, bodies started washing up on the shoreline. I was the mediator. The one who brought the peace between those who begged and the man who brought wrath down upon their heads.
Sort of like the chosen one.
“Please don’t kill me. I have a family,” Mr. Stephens said.
“I’m not going to kill you today,” I said as I set down my gun. “But some lessons do need to be learned the hard way.”
“Please… don’t…”
I holstered my gun and unbuttoned my cuffs. Getting my hands dirty was part of the job. Sometimes guys caved to the barrel of my gun, but for some reason I didn’t believe this guy had received the message yet. I slowly walked over to him and balled up my fist, then cracked it down against his jaw.
Two black eyes and a dislocated jaw later, I was trying to piece myself back together. My father hated it when I came back from a job disheveled. The Gambani men had pride when it came to their appearance. Clean shaven, styled hair, tailored suits. The way we presented ourselves to the public was a direct reflection on how well we could conceal what we did. My father always said that if I walked around looking like a thug, people would assume I was a thug.
And that stuck with me all my life.
“You will have Mr. Conti’s money by next week. He doesn't take half payments, so I suggest you keep saving up. If I have to come back to see you, Mr. Stephens, I can promise you I will not be as nice.”
The man groaned as my hired muscle dumped him from the chair, and I watched him sputter blood onto the ground.
