His home was exactly as I remembered. I tried to harden my heart, but when he led me immediately into his bedroom, his unique scent lingering in the air turned my belly to quivering jelly. Within a few seconds, panic set in. I put my hands out in front of me after he placed my bag on the floor.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I can do this. It hurts too much, Killian."

He didn't move closer. "Talk to me, love."

My voice rose slightly. "How can I? I shouldn't have come. I really can't handle you or your need to win. I'm not cut out to be part of your life."

He spoke so softly. "I've changed."

A burst of deriding laughter slipped past my lips. "No, you haven't, Killian. Winning to you is all-inclusive. You call it focus and I call it insanity. You play a game and the 'powers that be' pay you a lot of money. I get that. But- when it's all said and done, it's a game. Boys out on a field, pounding each other into the mud. A game."

Killian's eyes went dark. "It's more than a game, Rebecca."

Why had I come here and put myself through this? Yes, I was horny and lonely, but most of all weak. "It's a game."

His fingers ran through his hair and he turned away.

I managed to take a slow, calming breath. I could do this.

"Sit down, please," he said when he turned back.

"In here?"

"Yes, in here."

"You know you can temporarily change my mind with sex. You've done it before, but a relationship is more than sex. It's caring for each other at our weakest moments, holding the other tight when we're sad or in your case devastated. You shut me out, destroyed me. When you needed me most you fucking threw me away. No, Killian, I won't have this conversation here in your fuck room."

I walked out and realized I'd said everything I could say. I headed to the front door.

Killian grabbed my hand.

"I can walk away from football, Rebecca, but I can't let you walk away from me."

My broken heart ripped a little further.

"I'm sorry I came here today. I know you're hurting and I really don't want you to suffer any more. I want to stop suffering, too."

"Then stay with me." His voice was ragged.

I was such a complete and utter fool and so tired of fighting my needs. "Just fuck me, Killian. Make my body tingle and give me orgasms that rock my world. I really miss fucking you."

For just a moment, and based on the look on his face, I didn't think he would take me up on my offer. I turned to the door, but one of Killian's hands went into my hair while the other pulled me back by my arm.

He was angry, but so was I. He ripped my shirt and I made sure he'd have furrows on his arms and back for a week to come. We ended up with me on my hands and knees, on the floor, on top of our clothing. He practically pulled my hair out by the roots as he held me in place. His other arm braced beneath my stomach after he roughly spread my legs wider.

I was wet, but the sudden force of his cock driving into me hurt. His fullness pushed inside me until he could go no farther. My fingers sank into the clothes beneath my hands. He pulled out and slammed back in. The cries coming from my throat begged him for more.

"Fuck me, Killian. Don't stop."

He didn't say a word, just kept pounding in and out.

There was nothing loving about our coupling. Killian MacGregor fucked me just like I asked. Every nerve ending I had led to my pussy. The ache didn't build slowly, it exploded outward, over much too fast. I screamed, but Killian wasn't through with me. The sting of his teeth in my shoulder caused pressure to build again. He used his cock without mercy. I don't know if my first orgasm ever stopped. Killian's cry was a loud animal sound and his teeth found another spot. He pulled back, bringing me with him so I was sitting with my back to his chest, his cock buried deep.

"I'll fuck you all weekend if that's all you'll take from me, Rebecca." His hot breath blew into my ear.

"Yes." I gave another low moan.

He slipped from my body, stood and picked me up. With purposeful strides, he carried me into the bedroom where he tossed me on the bed. Unbelievably, his cock was hard and I couldn't help staring.

Killian followed the direction of my eyes and smiled. "This is what you do to me. I'm going to fuck you again, but slower this time."

"Slow's not fucking," I choked out.

"You won't have any doubt that's what it is when I'm through. Spread your legs."

"Killian."

"Spread your fucking legs, Rebecca. If this is all I can have then I'm taking every last bit you'll give me."

The burn between my thighs was back and it wasn't caused by the rough sex we'd just had. I lay back and spread my legs.

His finger went to my pussy and he moved far enough up my body so he could comfortably suck my nipples. He started with slow, shallow strokes of his finger while he licked and pinched my breasts. When he'd pinch particularly hard, his finger went in farther before slowly pulling out.

"Please, Killian," I begged without shame, my pelvis lifting to meet his palm.

"I could do this for hours and keep you right on the edge."

"No." I groaned and opened my eyes.

Killian glanced at me, my nipple between his lips. He pulled his lips back so his teeth held my skin. He applied biting pressure and added another finger until I cried out. The rhythm between my legs slowed and his tongue twirled delicately around my areola. He moved his head to my other breast and started again. I bucked my hips and sank my hands into his hair.

"I can't take any more, Killian." I couldn't get enough air and felt light-headed.

He moved on top of me and slid his cock slowly inside. I still had my fingers in his hair and pulled him to my lips. He kept a slow, steady thrust between my legs and mimicked the movement of his tongue with his cock.

I wanted hard again, but he wouldn't go faster. My orgasm stayed right on the brink; I wanted more pelvic pressure and a faster glide, but Killian refused. I had no idea where he got his stamina. My entire body quivered. Finally, the orgasm rolled over me in one endless wave and I cried out my release. As the last ripples faded, Killian shoved into me hard and held his body still.

"All day and all night, Rebecca. I'll make you scream each and every time."

If she's a screamer, she's a keeper. I remembered the sign.

Killian was turning me into a keeper.