Irresistible: A Small Town Single Dad Romance (Cloverleigh Farms Series Book 1)

I can’t get out of those bedrooms fast enough. All I could picture was splaying Keegan out on that bed, tying her wrists and ankles to those four posts, and devouring every inch of her naked body. The desire was so strong I nearly forgot I had a baby in my arms. I nearly forgot that everything about this woman is off-limits to me. I could smell her hair and her skin, the humidity amplifying both, and the soft curves of her cleavage were messing with my head.

I hit the bottom step and blow out a breath.

“You’re going to have to keep me in line, mate. Because if she were any other woman and this were any other situation?” I shake my head. “Just do me a favor and smack some sense into me when I need it.”

He makes an impatient noise as he squirms, scissoring his little legs back and forth. I kiss his head and set him down in the kitchen away from the stairs. There’s nothing here that I can safely block the stairs with, so I grab a dining room chair and place it on the bottom two steps upside down.

Small places don’t bother me. They’re actually comforting, and I’ve never lived or stayed anywhere much bigger than this house. But I lived there alone. Now I’m living here with Keegan, who will be a room over from me. I’m trying to remind myself why this was such a brilliant idea, but she’s the only person I’ve ever had to hold myself back from.

I’ve never not gone after something I wanted.

“First time for everything, right, Fen?”

He glances up at me when I say his name, his gray eyes curious.

“Dada,” he replies, but I know that Dada. He’s hungry.

“I’m working on it, lad. Just hang in there a few minutes before you decide to melt down completely. We’ll give you supper and then a bath and put you to bed.”

I find an Alexa in the corner and cue up Tinsley’s music since he loves it. That should appease Fen, who is crawling all over as he explores. Thankfully it’s one open room, and other than the stairs, everything seems pretty safe.

As promised, the fridge and pantry are stocked with just about everything. Fen is singing along in his baby way, and I join him as I take out pasta, a jar of sauce, and some ground beef. I start the water for the pasta and get going on a very quick meat sauce along with an easy salad since it’s already late and I’m famished.

As I go through the mindless task of making dinner, I force myself to relax. If being around her proves to be too much, I can leave whenever I want. We’re bound by nothing. During our days, Fen and I will stick to each other and faff about the island, and at night we’ll sleep separately. I can do this. I have to do this.

I have too much at stake to fuck around or to fuck Keegan Fritz.

I may be used to taking what I want when I want it, but I’m also stubborn to a fault, and I will stubborn my arse out of whatever this newfound… infatuation with her is.

“Easy-peasy,” I say aloud, throwing Fen an eye as I dump the pasta from the box into the boiling pot of water. The kitchen is a good size, and all of the appliances seem relatively new and high-end. There’s even a wine refrigerator, and though I likely shouldn’t, it’s been quite possibly the longest couple of days of my life next to when I got arrested and sentenced to two months in prison or when I got a call saying there was a baby on Mum’s doorstep and it was mine, which is saying a lot.

Using a wooden spoon, I stir the meat sauce and go searching for a corkscrew to open a bottle of red wine. I have no doubt Keegan will want some. I pour us each a glass, drain the pasta, and toss it in with the sauce.

“Keegan!” I call out as I set Fen in the highchair—these people really thought of everything for him—and break up the pasta into small pieces and set them on the tray.

“Coming!” she calls down. Her soft, melodic voice tickles my ears and making the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. Along with something much lower. I glare balefully down at my eager appendage. “Not happening, mate. The only good wank you’re getting is from my hand.”

Only when she comes flittering down the stairs, maneuvering around the chair I have positioned to block Fen, my breath stalls in my chest. She’s changed. Her long, red hair is up in a messy bun with strands framing her face, and she’s wearing soft cotton shorts and a thin-as-all-good-fuck tank top that hugs every supple curve I’m trying not to stare at or drool over.

“Looks good,” she comments with a smile, and I can’t help but think, it sure does.

“Have a seat, I’ll⁠—”

“Nope. You cooked. I’ll serve and clean up. You continue to feed Fen.” She smirks, her eyes on his now empty tray. I break up more pasta for him and give him a couple of spoonfuls of the meat sauce, which he devours as fast as I can give it to him. The boy eats like it’s his sport, and I wonder if he’ll grow to be as tall as I am.

“Poor baby, he must be so hungry.”

“I know how he feels,” comes out before I can stop it, but worse than that, my voice was low and sultry without even bothering to hide the blatant suggestion. What the bloody fuck am I doing? It just has to be the long day of travel. The insane amount of stress. The general lack of sleep over the last, well, few months, if I’m being honest. The lack of women in my bed too. That’s all this is. It has to be.

“Same,” she groans, completely missing it, thank God. “I’m starved. Here.” She fixes me a plate of pasta and salad and sets it before me at the table before doing the same for herself. We sit with food and wine and sag into quiet exhaustion. Tomorrow will be easier for all of us. I know it.

With silent, tiptoed steps, I shut the door to Fen’s room. It took him a bit longer to go down than usual, and he didn’t want me to leave him, which I had trouble doing anyway. I debated sleeping on the small bed in there, but whenever I’ve slept in a room with him, he must sense me or something because he’s restless and rouses several times throughout the night, which isn’t good for either of us.

I hold my breath, listening for him, and when the air remains still and quiet, the breath tumbles from my lungs, and I sag against the wall. Shower. Bed. Those are my only thoughts as I turn and go directly for the loo. Keegan’s door is closed, and her light is already off.

We did the dishes together—a minor argument between us, but we negotiated in the end—and after we were done, we all came up and went our separate ways. Both of us were too knackered to attempt anything like staying up or more conversation.

The washroom is a good size, and I strip out of my clothes, brush my teeth, and turn on the shower tap to scalding hot. Steam fills the room, and I step under the stream, groaning as I do. My forehead meets my forearms, which are pressed into the tiled wall, and for a moment, I simply stand here, enjoying the sensation of my muscles relaxing.

That is until one muscle down below decides to get enormously hard.

I’m in no mood for this.

I mean, I am, but not for where my dick is trying to lead me.

He smacks my abs as if to say, come on, we need a good wank.

I grip the base of my cock in a tight fist. The faster I do this and get it done with, the better, and then I can wake up tomorrow a new man. A man who does not lust over the woman with crimson hair and pale skin and forest-green eyes who is trying to help me.

“You could think about someone else. A blonde, perhaps? Or a fit brunette? It doesn’t even have to be someone we’ve met. It could be totally fictitious and random.”

My dick jerks in my hand, letting me know it’s not interested in that offer.

“You realize we have to live with her, right?”

Another jerk that tells me he doesn’t care and is running this show, and I can either get on board and get the release we both need, or I can fight it and suffer accordingly.

Maybe a good wank will get it—and her—out of our system.

“Fine. But just this once.”

And because I’m allowing myself this once, I let my mind drift and don’t hold back when it decides to get fucking dirty. Red hair, alabaster skin, large, full tits, sweet cunt rubbing all over my face. I wonder if her skin and pussy taste like the vanilla and cherries I always smell on her. Christ, I haven’t fucked in so long, and I can’t remember the last time I fucked good.

My fingers glide through the wet strands of her red hair as I coax her mouth with mine. She’s eager, more than a little excited, as I press her against the shower wall. Her large tits meet my chest, her tight nipples hard peaks that demand attention. My hand runs along the mountainous curve of her side until I capture and lift her breast in my hand. The action has her rubbing her pussy along my hip as she hoists a leg up and grinds against my aching cock.

“Please,” she begs. “Please, Loomis. Please touch me.”

“Where, darling?”

“Here,” she whispers, her fingers dragging along the slopes of her chest down to her pussy where she splits her lips and shows me her pulsing clit, just fucking begging for me to give it relief. She taps it. “I need it here. I need you.”

Reflexively my hand starts to jerk my cock, starting at the base and twisting in an upward motion over the crown, making sure I hit the sweet spot underneath. My balls are already tight, and as much as I’d love to prolong this and the fantasy I’m having, I don’t think my body will abide that.

My mouth devours hers in a searing kiss as I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist. “No condom,” I tell her, which nearly gives me pause. I’ve never asked nor demanded that of any lover, but this isn’t real, and the thought of simply fucking straight into Keegan with nothing between us is too good to be denied.

“Give it to me. I need you inside of me. I need you to fill me up.”

I plow into her, my fist gripping my shaft as tightly as her cunt would, and a groan slips past my lips. “Fuck, is that good? Christ, Keegan.”noveldrama

“More,” she cries, and I start to pound into her, fucking her and my hand in earnest. I don’t get far, and thankfully, this isn’t real because, embarrassingly, I come all over the shower wall before she comes in my fantasy. Jets of white spurt from me while another low growl and some incoherent words slur past my lips.

I’m hardly able to catch my breath as I keep my eyes closed and my forehead tucked in my arms. Bloody hell. That was better than it’s been in some time.

Blowing out a breath, I pull away from the wall and wash up. My mind is clearer than it’s been all day, and as much as I feel a bit like a, well, wanker for what I just did, it seems to have helped. I shut off the tap and wrap a towel around my waist as I step out and into the hallway only to run almost directly into Keegan.

I stumble back a step, catching the towel before it slips off. She jolts back, too, as if she hadn’t expected me, and how long had she been standing outside the door? Did she hear me? Was she listening? And did… fuck, I think I did say her name.

“Hi,” she squeaks, her eyes wide and her cheeks and chest visibly flushed, even in the dark hallway. “Sorry, I was going down to get a bottle of water.”

“Not a problem,” I manage. She’s wearing what she was before, the same tank top and shorts, only now she’s not wearing a bra, and her nipples are poking through the thin material.

My cock gives a jerk as if he didn’t just come less than five minutes ago. It doesn’t help that she’s visibly drinking me in, taking in the lines of my wet arms, chest, and abs. She doesn’t move to get her water, and I don’t step around her as I should.

Say goodnight, go into your room, shut the door, and go to sleep.

Except I can’t make my feet move because I can’t take my eyes off her. Not off her face or heavy breasts or soft, round belly, or the curve of her hips that lead… fuck. I need to stop this now. I’ve always liked curvier women, and Keegan has a body that doesn’t know how to quit.

I want to know if she heard me, but I can’t ask that. If she says yes, that’ll be it because I’ll kiss her, and I can’t kiss her. “I’ll let you get your water then.”

“Yes. I should let you get dressed. Your nipples are hard, so you must be cold.”

A chuckle bursts from my lips.

Her jaw drops and her eyes bulge out of her head before her face meets her hands. “Oh my god. I can’t believe I just said that. I’m going to go, and you can pretend that didn’t happen.”

“You mean like how we’re going to pretend you weren’t listening outside the loo door?”

She sputters out a noise that’s somewhere between a squeak and an embarrassed laugh. “I… I, no, I mean, I wasn’t.”

“Uh-huh. Sweet dreams, Keegan. But you know I’ve already had mine.” I wink and step around her, heading straight for my bedroom. I shouldn’t have said that, but the temptation was too good to resist. So much for making things easier tomorrow.