Claiming Her (Keeping Her Series) by Kelly Lucille Page A

her breast and neck.  His hand went into
her wildly flying hair and held the back of her head.  Safe from harm, then
with one hand behind her head, and the other clutching her ass, he fucked her
with hard, brutal, banging thrusts.  Miley screamed her next orgasm into his
hair. Then he groaned, sinking his teeth into the mark he seemed determined not
to let fade from her skin.
    They were still
twitching and shuddering in each other’s arms, breathing hard, when the outside
door for the suite opened after a short knock.  “Dad?”
    Isabella’s eyes popped
open just as Lucas lifted his head from her shoulder. He was still licking her
blood from his lips when he met her wide eyes.  He didn’t seem nearly as
bothered by the interruption as she did.  But then, what did he care if his
daughter walked in to the suite while they were in the next room going at it
like wildebeests.  He was such a guy.  Isabella, however, could feel all the
blood in her body rushing to her cheeks.
    “We’ll be out in a
minute, Cleo,” Lucas called through the door.
    Isabella hissed out a
breath and started shoving at his shoulders to get him to release her.
    “Order dinner for three
while we jump in the shower.”  Then he had the audacity to laugh at her gasp of
outrage.
    They heard the distant “Okay,”
and what sounded like bags hitting the floor.
    He smiled full out into
Isabella’s heated face, before brushing a quick kiss over her nose.  “Guess you
get dinner after all.”

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    Isabella pushed and
prodded until they took the quickest shower in the history of the world.  Then
she dressed in her underwear, bra, skirt and one of Lucas’ white button ups
that she left unbuttoned on the bottom half so she could use the tails to tie
at her waist.  She left her shoes off, didn’t bother with make-up, just put a
quick brush through her hair, and left it to dry.  Still, she managed to be
several minutes behind Lucas, who had grabbed her amidst her preparations and
laid a hot and heavy one on her that slowed her down considerably. 
    She watched in a daze
while he headed into the other room dressed in his slacks, and linen button up
that he didn’t bother to button.  He was also barefoot when she watched his
tight ass saunter out of the room.  Then she had to recover her wits and finish
dressing, alternately glaring at the door and licking her lips for more of his
taste.
    Isabella finally shook
herself out of it, took a minute to loosen her neck and breathe out her
tension, then walked through the door.  She heard the voices before she fully
opened the door.  Sounded like more than Cleo and Lucas in there.
    Her eyes drifted over
Eli, then Shawn, until finally landing on Cleo and Lucas who were standing
together.  Cleo was in cargo shorts that showed off her long golden legs and flip-flops. 
Her top was a soft cotton button up in khaki that came to her hips with darts at
the waist so it loosely showed off her curves.  Her long hair glinted golden in
the sun and was bundled up into crisscrossing braids at the nape of her neck.
    She looked long and
curvy and golden all over, beautiful, as usual, and probably had more than one
weapon secreted somewhere on that deceptively fragile body.
    Isabella met Cleo’s icy
blue eyes and smiled full out.  Then she rushed forward and met Cleo half way
where they squealed like real girls and hugged, talking over each other, forgetting
about everyone else in the room.
    “It’s so good to see
you.”  Isabella hugged her tight and then pushed her back to get another good
look.  Her hands went to both sides of that incredibly fine boned face.  “Look
at you, wow, how can you be even more beautiful that when I last saw you?”
    “This is where you
ended up?”  Cleo asked on a laugh at the same time.  “You have no idea how many
times I wanted to break my promise and find you.  It was awful not knowing,
like you