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His admission is mutual. I want to claw myself all over him, mark him as my territory. If I didn’t have to pack for Omaha today and make sure Bellini is ready for her trek to where “the children of the corn live,” then I would spend the day worshipping Reese’s body.
My back rubs up and down the wall, my sweat-soaked skin making it easier to glide up and down. Reese’s thrusts are overpowering, and all I can do is raise my arms above my head, palms to the wall, chest pressed out, and revel in the feel of Reese’s thick cock devouring every last inch of my pussy.
“Yes,” I scream, unable to hold back anymore. Poor Mrs. Kalieapea. I just hope she’s not in her bathroom. “God, yes. Fuck me harder, Reese.”
He grunts, grabs hold of one of my nipples with his teeth and bites down, eliciting another scream from me. Every nerve in my body ignites as if on fire, sending my body into an erotic frenzy. The throbbing in my clit takes over, my mind goes blank, and I’m transported into a world full of pleasure.
My eyes close, shutting out the rest of the world surrounding us, leaving me with only the feel of Reese pushing my body to its limits. A deep burn coils within me, centering in the depths of my core, enflaming my body with desire for the man buried inside me.
His mouth releases my nipple as his head falls back. I open my eyes to see the veins in his neck pop, his control wavering. Every sinew in his body is working, making him a statuesque piece of muscular perfection.
Thrust after thrust, I’m thrown into an endless oblivion of all-consuming bliss. Right when I feel I can’t take anymore, he drops my position so I’m at eye level, positioning my hips at a different angle. That’s all it takes. Bursts of pleasure skyrocket through me, sending me spiraling out of control.
Through my erratic breathing, I scream, “I’m coming.”
Reese is right there with me, grunting out his pleasure, picking up his pace, burning me—branding me—leaving me spent and useless, unable to move any limb in my body.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes out, lowering me to the ground. His lips fine mine, and I have just enough strength to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back.
Cock still hard, he picks me up off the ground and takes me to my bed where he lays us both down, our lips never parting. He straddles my body and positions himself on top of me, letting some of his weight fall heavily on me. I welcome the warmth of his body.
His arms straddle my head as his hands run through my hair, and his lips continue to seek mine. His frantic kisses turn into light ones, occasionally slipping his tongue in my mouth, letting me know that even though he’s being sweet, he’s still very much naughty.
The position we are in is intimate, tender, almost loving. It makes me want things I’ve never had before. It makes my stomach flip in excitement. Knowing something is blossoming between us, at this very moment, is all I need to continue down this road paved with lies and deceit.
***
“You don’t get any kind of alcohol until you tell me what the hell last night was all about,” Jonathan says, setting a beer down in front of me but not letting me have a sip.
After a long day of thinking about Reese, his gorgeous eyes and throbbing cock, and helping Bellini pack—which was a total nightmare thanks to her inability to decide what to bring for the short trip—I’m keen to guzzle the beer down in one gulp.
Playing everything off as casual, I kick my feet up on the coffee table and shrug my shoulders. “What about last night? Did you get laid?”
“Of course I got laid. Should that even be a question? It’s a guarantee where I’m concerned.”
“Wow.” I look around the room. “When did the douche nozzle walk in the room?”
“Stop deflecting.” He laughs. “What would possess you to come into the living room last night and let my date know she was making you horny? In case you didn’t notice, that was high on the creepy scale.”
Yeah, I didn’t feel good saying it last night, but it was the first thing that came to mind.
I thought about the conversation all day, and I couldn’t come up with a good excuse to protect my secret with Reese. Anything I said, Jonathan was probably not going to believe so I decided not to tell him anything.
“Honestly, I don’t know. I think the sun got to me. I’m sorry if I made things awkward for you.”
He eyes me suspiciously. “It wasn’t awkward; she was quite excited after her conversation with you.”
“See, and here I thought I was doing you a disservice.” I reach for the beer, but he stops me.
“Funny thing though, when I came into your room this morning, I saw a man’s hooded jacket on your floor and a pair of shorts. Care to explain those?”
Shit, shit, SHIT!
I force myself to stay calm, to not freak out and have diarrhea of the mouth where I tell him everything just so he can yell at me for failing once again.
“Borrowed them from you.” I nod my head, loving my reasoning. Quick thinker, that’s what I am.
“I don’t own a red hoodie,” Jonathan states, cutting my victory dance in half.
