Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains of the guest house, casting a soft glow over the rumpled sheets. I woke slowly in Keifer's embrace, my body humming with the sweet soreness of last night's frenzy—muscles tender from his grips, my pussy still sensitive from the way he'd pounded into me, claiming every inch. Dried cum flaked along my thighs and back, a sticky badge of his possession after Noel's idiotic advance.
His morning erection nudged against my ass, thick and warm, stirring a quiet heat in me. But instead of diving back into passion, I felt a pull toward something gentler, a moment to savor the calm before the family's chaos.
Keifer stirred as I turned in his arms, his eyes opening to meet mine with that lazy, satisfied smile. 'Morning, beautiful,' he murmured, voice gravelly from sleep. His hand traced lazy circles on my hip, not demanding, just present.
'Let's clean up together,' I suggested softly
, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
'Before they drag us out there.' He nodded, no argument, and we slipped from the bed, bodies brushing in the quiet intimacy of the room.
The guest house bathroom was small but inviting—a deep clawfoot tub tucked in the corner, steam already rising as I twisted the faucet. Warm water cascaded in, filling the air with a soothing hush
I stepped in first, sinking into the heat that enveloped my skin like a lover's sigh. Keifer followed, settling behind me, his legs framing mine. He pulled me back against his chest, his cock resting heavy but soft against my lower back, not thrusting, just there—a comforting weight. 'You okay?' he asked, lips brushing my ear as his hands dipped into the water, lathering soap between his palms.
Mm, more than,' I replied, tilting my head to expose my neck. His fingers worked gently, sliding over my shoulders, down my arms, washing away the night's evidence with slow, deliberate strokes. I leaned into him, the water lapping softly as he cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened under his touch—not rough, but tender, drawing a quiet moan from my throat. 'That feels good.'
I turned in the tub, water sloshing gently, and took the soap from him. My hands roamed his broad chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, down to his cock. I stroked it slowly, feeling it twitch and harden just a bit under my palm, but I kept the rhythm calm, washing him with affection rather than fire. He groaned softly, head falling back against the tub's edge, eyes half-lidded as I worked. 'Jay...'
'Just relaxing you,' I whispered, leaning in to kiss him—soft, lingering, tongues meeting without the frenzy of before. We stayed like that, bodies intertwined in the warm water, breaths syncing in the peaceful steam. No words needed; it was us, grounded and close, the possessiveness from last night softened into something deeper.
Eventually, the water cooled, and we rose, toweling off with shared touches—him drying my hair, me patting his back. I slipped into my dress, the fabric cool against my clean skin, nipples still perked from his earlier attention. Keifer dressed too, his gaze lingering on me with quiet hunger. 'Ready for the inquisition?'
'With you? Always.' We stepped out hand in hand, the morning air crisp on our damp skin, heading toward the patio where voices already hummed with laughter.
The table was alive with the scent of pancakes and bacon, Adrian and Celestine holding court amid our parents and the extended family. Heads turned as we approached—my hair still tousled but fresher, lips soft from our bath kisses, a subtle glow that wasn't just from the sun.
Adrian's eyes lit up first, his grin predatory. 'Well, look who finally emerged. Guest house get a workout last night? We heard the symphony from here.' Celestine swatted his arm but couldn't hide her smirk. 'Jay, you look... refreshed. Rough night?'
A flush crept up my neck, but it warmed me inside too, memories of Keifer's hands in the tub mingling with the night's heat. I took my seat, Keifer's arm draping casually over my shoulders, his fingers tracing my collarbone. 'Refreshed is right,' I said, voice light. 'Keifer took care of me.'
Laughter rippled around the table. Mom winked over her coffee. 'We could tell. Those moans carried. Noel's been sulking in the corner—probably regretting his life choices.' Noel hunched at the end, staring into his mug, the awkwardness radiating off him like a bad cologne. His unwanted kiss and grope had lit the fuse, but now, in this light, it felt distant, overshadowed by Keifer's claim.
Celestine fanned herself dramatically. 'You two are killing the vibe—and making it hotter. Adrian, take notes.' The group howled, plates clinking as more food passed around. I laughed with them, swatting Keifer playfully, but my body hummed, already plotting a return to that tub later for something less calm.
As the teasing flowed, families woven tight in their uninhibited joy, Keifer leaned close, his whisper hot against my ear: 'All mine.' And in that moment, amid the spice and calm we'd shared, I knew our story was just unfolding.
Next was keiran
Keiran frowned. "Why do you both look so tired?"
Keigan burst out laughing.
"Oh buddy… you don't want the answer to that."
"Answer to what?" Keiran asked.
Everyone immediately started talking over each other.
"Nothing!"
"Sleep problem!"
"Late movie night!"
Keiran blinked suspiciously.
"You guys are weird."
Before he could ask more questions, Celestine clapped her hands.
"Anyway! Important announcement."
Everyone looked at her.
"We need to plan the bachelor and bachelorette parties."
The room immediately exploded with opinions.
"Club," Keigan said.
"Dinner," I said.
"No embarrassing games," Adrian warned.
"That ruins everything," I replied.
Keifer leaned beside me at the table.
"You're planning something evil, aren't you?"
"Maybe," I said sweetly.
The house was finally quiet.
After all the wedding chaos, teasing, and planning, everyone had gone to bed. The hallway lights were dim, and the night felt calm.
Too calm.
I was almost asleep when I felt Keifer move beside me.
At first it was small.
Just a shift.
Then another.
His breathing became uneven, like he was running from something.
My eyes slowly opened.
"Keifer…?" I whispered.
He didn't answer.
His brows were furrowed, his hand gripping the sheet tightly. A quiet sound escaped his throat, like he was fighting something in his sleep.
My heart dropped.
Another nightmare.
I gently sat up and touched his shoulder.
"Keifer," I said softly. "Wake up."
He didn't wake up immediately. His breathing only got heavier.
I leaned closer, brushing his hair back from his forehead.
"Hey… it's okay," I whispered. "You're safe."
Finally his eyes opened.
For a moment they looked lost… distant… like he was still trapped inside the dream.
Then he saw me.
And slowly the panic faded.
He exhaled shakily and ran a hand over his face.
"Sorry," he muttered.
My heart squeezed.
"You don't have to apologize," I said gently.
He sat there quietly for a moment before whispering,
"It's stupid."
"What is?"
"The dreams."
I shook my head softly.
"They're not stupid if they scare you."
He looked away, jaw tight.
"I keep dreaming that you leave," he admitted quietly.
The words hurt more than I expected.
"That everyone leaves."
I shifted closer to him and gently took his hand.
"Come here."
He looked confused for a second but leaned closer.
I sat against the headboard and gently pulled him down until his head rested in my lap.
He didn't argue.
For once, Keifer didn't try to act strong.
He just let himself be tired.
My fingers moved slowly through his hair, brushing it back gently.
"You see me here?" I whispered.
He nodded slightly.
"I'm not going anywhere."
His shoulders slowly relaxed beneath my touch.
"You don't have to fight those nightmares alone anymore," I murmured softly.
I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss into his hair.
"We'll face them together."
For a moment he didn't say anything.
Then his hand lightly held my wrist, like he needed to make sure I was really there.
"Stay," he whispered.
"I'm right here," I said.
I kept running my fingers through his hair slowly, gently, until his breathing became steady again.
Within minutes, he had fallen asleep.
This time peacefully.
I smiled softly, brushing another kiss against his hair.
"Sleep," I whispered.
And as the quiet night wrapped around us again, I knew something had changed.
The nightmares might still come.
But now…
He wouldn't face them alone