Page 5 of Keegan: The Murphy Family
“Fallon…” he said in a soft voice.
“Yes, Keegan?” I asked, expecting him to say something meaningful…like he wanted to fuck me. That’s what I really wanted to hear. After ten years of craving for him, I felt like this was the least I deserved—one wild romp.
“I am really glad to see you again. I’m sorry for not making that clear at the start,” he said.
I licked my lips in disappointment and nodded my head.
“I know,” I replied and turned from him.
After that, I kept an eye on him as he ate and while I served the other customers. He was keeping an eye on me too. He didn’t want to let me out of his sight, not even for a moment.
The more he watched me like that…the more I wished he wouldn’t treat me like a precious commodity. I didn’t need to just be looked after, we weren’t kids anymore! I needed something else from him!
Eventually, my shift was done.
Keegan had literally spent two hours at the diner, drinking his milkshake to the last drop and then ordering a soda, and another one, and a plate of fries. When I was finally done with work, I removed my apron, changed into a casual denim dress and emerged from the back.
He stood up with a jerk when he saw me approaching.
“You don’t have to order any more food!” I remarked with a laugh and he smiled.
“It wasn’t a problem. I was quite hungry. They don’t exactly feed you loads in prison,” he said.
We were making our way out to the door of the diner, when I stopped in my tracks.
“What did you just say? Did you say you were in prison?” I asked.
Keegan took in a deep breath and pushed open the diner doors.
“Yeah.”
“Keegan! Oh my God! Why were you in prison?” I asked, following him out.
“Because I got in a bar fight with one of the Gallagher pricks. He nearly died, and the cops were looking for a reason to put a Murphy behind bars.”
He was barely looking at me while he spoke. I watched him with heaving shoulders as he walked towards his parked car.
“When?” I called after him and he looked over his shoulder.
“When, what?”
“When did you get out?” I asked, rushing towards him.
Keegan shrugged his shoulders.
“Three hours ago,” he replied.
So, the first thing he did when he got out of prison, was to come find me?
“Keegan!” I said his name harshly, as he pulled the front door of his car open. He looked at me, but there was a calmness in his eyes.
“I…I want…” I was fumbling with the words. I couldn’t say it. I was too embarrassed, too shy…so afraid of being rejected by him.
“You want me to fuck you.”
Keegan said the words like they just rolled off his tongue easily.
My stomach was clenched tight. I couldn’t nod, I couldn’t say a word.
“Get in the car, Fallon. I’ve been waiting to fuck you all my life.”
I followed Keegan into the back of his car, and everything happened so quickly from there that I barely had time to think.
Keegan’s hands were all over me, slipping down my panties, pulling down the zipper on the back of my denim dress.
We were squeezed into the back of the car, and our breaths were fogging up the glass. I reached for the buttons on his shirt, pulling them apart till I could see the rugged surface of his muscular torso. Tattoos covered his chest and his arms. Tattoos I wasn’t familiar with. He didn’t have any of these when we were kids.
When I placed a hand on his chest, we stopped moving for a second. I was on top of him, he was stretched out on the backseat, his hands working away at rolling off my dress.
I stared into his eyes.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Fallon?” he asked.
I gulped. My throat had gone dry, but I managed to nod my head.
He leaned forward, hooking a finger under my chin. This was going to be our first kiss. I’d known him since I was three years old, I’d wanted him since I was twelve…and this was the first time our lips were going to touch.
When the kiss happened, I felt like I’d been completely engulfed by a kind of fire. His tongue was in my mouth, sliding down my throat and I moved over him.
I was undoing his belt as he kissed me. He kissed me hard, ferociously. His fingers were in my hair, undoing my braid…making my hair come apart and fall like a halo around my face, covering him.
My dress was off, so were my panties. I pulled his jeans down to his knees. Now I was sitting on him, astride, with my swollen wet pussy rubbing against the roughness of his rock-hard belly.
We continued to kiss…it felt like this was the first time I was kissing anyone. I was shy and self-conscious, while he kissed me like a wild animal. I’d never wanted anything like I wanted him.
His hands were on my back, stroking the sensitive soft skin between my shoulder blades. I moved over him, rubbing my pussy against him roughly till I realized I was already working myself up to an orgasm.
I reached for his cock, to steady myself. It was tenting his boxers. I squeezed him gently, stroking him, and he groaned…pulling his mouth away from me. He was clutching my hair tightly.
“Fuck, Fallon! What are you doing to me!” he growled, and I saw the fire in his eyes. Did he really mean it when he said he’d always wanted to do this? I found that hard to believe…if he did, he’d hidden it well.
I kept stroking his cock, while his mouth found my neck. He nibbled my skin and started licking me, running his tongue down the length of my neck, down my front, till he tugged at my bra with his teeth.
I rolled my hips over him, and I could feel my sticky juices leaving a trail on his stomach. He groaned and moaned as he tasted me, pulling my bra till finally my left breast popped out.
His hands were on my waist, holding me pinned down to himself. With his mouth, he claimed my nipple. I moaned with pleasure, throwing my head back when his tongue lapped against my nipple. I wrapped my arms around his neck, forgetting his cock now. He was sucking on my nipple, and it was the most sexual I had ever felt…with any man.
I still couldn’t believe it was Keegan’s mouth on my breast, suckling my nipple…thi
s guy I used to play with as a kid. The guy I used to fantasize about in my bed at night. The one I always wanted to marry.
He was finally mine…in a way. At least for this moment. He held on to me, wrapping his strong muscular arms around me while we rocked together. When he finally pulled his mouth away from my nipple, he looked up at me.
I was breathing hard, barely breathing. I didn’t want him to stop. Why did he stop? Had he changed his mind? I wanted him inside me. There was so much more I wanted from him.
I looked at him with my heart racing in my chest. Waiting for an explanation.
“Not like this. Not here. If I’m going to have you, Fallon, I want to do it right.”
I was confused. I was still staring at him with my brows crossed. My whole body was on fire. I didn’t think I could wait another moment. I wanted him now!
“What do you mean?” I managed to mumble and Keegan drew in a sharp breath.
“I mean, I want to take you home. I want you in my bed.”
Slowly, he unwrapped himself from me. He handed me my panties and my dress and just as slowly, I started putting them on. I was still afraid he’d changed his mind. I could taste him in my mouth. I could feel the roughness of his body against my pussy.
Keegan pulled up his jeans and put on his shirt, then got in the front seat of his car.
“You okay, Fal?” he asked. Nobody had called me that in ten years. I nodded my head vigorously at him. I was more than okay. I felt like I was flying high.
“Okay, sit tight. I’m going to take you home,” he said and started the car.
I sank back in the backseat, watching him in the rearview mirror as he drove. From time to time, Keegan caught my eyes in the mirror and we stared at each other. It was like we were still in complete disbelief that this was actually happening. That we’d seen each other naked.
7
Keegan
I brought Fallon back to my apartment. I hadn’t been back here in two years and I pushed open the door, half-expecting it to be a complete mess. I wouldn’t have put it past my brother or friends to be partying here while I was in prison. Their way of respecting my absence.
