All Chapters of Training the Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Keegan POV:The next several days were some of the best in my life. I knew it was cliche to think like that, but it couldn’t be helped. My girls had me whipped. I would do anything for them. We established a routine that worked for us early on. Early mornings were spent doing cardio with Vianne. After that, we had to deal with a crabby Claire and have breakfast before dropping her off at school. When Vianne and I returned to the house, we would swim several laps and I added a bit of weight training. I was skilled on back massages, so I worked on stretching Vianne’s back muscles, even though I knew it would hurt like a bitch. But she had been experiencing so much pain, likely because of the blows she had taken from that bastard husband of hers. Vianne and I reserved our nights after putting Claire to bed in each other’s arms. She was incredible and I would never have enough of her. The three of us had spent that particular Friday celeb

Keegan POV:My eyes widened and I snapped, “Which room?”“Relax, he won’t try anything with her,” Jarred reassured me as he pointed at the room across from us. I strode toward the door and walked into the dimly lit room. Ricki was leaning against a wall, looking toward the corner. Behind the fabric-covered screen, I could see Vianne’s silhouette. I glared at the punk. “Get out.”He turned to look at me with a smug grin, his grin widening when he faced me. He pushed himself off the wall before brushing past me. “She has a nice ass,” he murmured. I turned with clenched fists, reading to beat the crap out of him. “He didn’t see anything, Keegan,” Vianne said, walking out from behind the screen. “He is an idiot, thinking he needed to be in the room with me.” She shook her head as she picked up her robe. “No, he doesn’t think that. He

Keegan POV:I carried an emotionally drained Vianne to her bedroom after her episode in the gym. I hated that I had done something to trigger memories of a horrific ordeal. I knew training her would be difficult, not only because of who she was but because it would scare her.When Edwin and I trained Tess to protect herself, it had taken over a week before she would even allow us to remain in a room alone with her. Her eyes had always darted around. Looking for escape routes, always alert. She had trembled with fear whenever Edwin or I had come within ten feet of her. We had our work cut out for us, but in the long run, we had taught her to fight back. Afterward, she never let anyone belittle or hurt her in any way without giving that person a piece of her mind—sometimes a black eye or two. But with Vianne, it was different because I had allowed myself to become more emotionally involved with my trainee. I couldn’t find it in me to tell her to suck

Keegan POV:I growled playfully before tickling until she cried in her giggles. “We need to finish,” I said lightly breathless from laughing with her. Since her hair was baby fine, combing through it was relatively easy despite the curls. The task should have felt strange, but instead, I felt nostalgic. When I was a child, I remember watching my mother get ready, sitting at her vanity to comb her hair.Claire preened in the mirror, checking out my work after I helped her slip on a headband. She turned her face from side to side, deeming herself ready after dabbing a bit of body spray on her wrists. A little adult, indeed. It was both alarming and so damned cute. “Ready!”“Let’s go, then,” I said, rising to my feet. She scrambled onto her feet on the chair, despite my protests. “Turn around, please,” she insisted. “I want a piggyback ride.” When I shook my head, thinking that Vianne

[WARNING: Explicit content up ahead! Read at your own risk. Bring out some holy water and tissues just in case.] Keegan POV: She stood near the foot of the bed, cocking her pretty head and fisting her hands on her hips. It was an enticing picture that had me groaning out loud and so aroused. The moment I leaped off the bed, she took off toward the other side of the room. I regretted needing a big room. My bedroom had originally been two rooms and I had renovated it for my needs. I took some time, but I finally cornered her against the bed. Our breaths were coming in pants as a sheen of sweat coated our skin. She was beautiful all flushed and aroused and mine. I was so ready to touch and kiss every inch of her body. She smirked evilly, and then she turned, bending over the side of the bed. I groaned deeply at the sight of her bare ass on display for me. I had taken her once in the morning, and I still wanted her. I would never have enough. She looked over her shoulder at me.