36. Reid
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
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E ven though we’d been out exploring all day, neither of us were tired when we got back to the cabin that night.
Isa flopped down on the plush couch in the living room, right in front of the fireplace, which served as decoration more than anything this time of year.
I lifted her legs so I could sit then I let them fall back over my lap, her feet barely over the edge of my outside thigh.
“Mmm, that feels good.” She groaned as I took one socked foot and started massaging it, rubbing deep into the muscles tight from our hike earlier that afternoon.
I kept going, pressing my thumb into the middle part of her foot, trying my best to ignore the noises she was making. The ones causing my dick to twitch in my pants. I switched to the other foot, giving it the same attention and garnering the same response.
“You’re really good at that, you know?” Isa laughed as I finished, giving the top of her right foot a pat as I let it rest back on me. “Give many foot massages in the past? ”
I playfully rolled my eyes at her teasing and responded, “No, can’t say I have.”
“Well, now you have a career for after you retire from being a cowboy.”
“I’m not that old, Short Stack. That’s not something I want to think about right now.” I chuckled.
Isa swung her legs back onto the ground before standing. “I’m getting ice cream. I think I deserve it after that hike.” She giggled to herself. “Do you want anything?”
“I’m good, thanks.” I smiled and watched her as she walked over to the freezer and pulled out the pint of huckleberry ice cream we bought at a grocery store right before arriving. It was a Montana staple, especially in these parts where there was huckleberry everything . Huckleberry jam, huckleberry ice cream, huckleberry-flavored coffee, even huckleberry-flavored vodka.
She grabbed two spoons, like she knew from experience on our road trip here that I would probably end up wanting to steal a bite from her anyway, and handed me mine. She sat down, scooting close to me so our legs were touching, making me hyper-aware of our proximity, electricity seeming to teem inside me from the simple contact.
She piled more ice cream into her mouth, and I watched as it melted on her tongue, a tiny bit dripping out the corner of her mouth.
“You’ve got something,” I murmured, lifting my thumb to wipe the ice cream off the corner of her lip.
Her eyes met mine, wide as saucers. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head and smoke coming out of her ears as she thought of what to say.
“Th-thanks.” A rosy tint crept into her cheeks.
She was so cute when she was flustered. I peered deep into her chocolate-brown eyes, flicking my gaze down to her full, pink lips and back up, past the constellations of freckles dotting the bridge of her nose.
She seemed to be doing the same, studying my face, but always meeting my eyes.
I couldn’t resist the urge to feel her lips against mine. Taking the ice cream carton out of her hand, I placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch, coasters be damned, and grabbed her face with both of my hands, my palms grazing the base of her cheeks.
“I want to kiss you, Is.”
“Then what’s stopping you?” were the last words she said before I crashed my lips onto hers, huckleberry ice cream invading my taste buds.
She sighed, giving me the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss, my tongue slipping inside her mouth, dancing with hers. Isa grasped the back of my head, her fingers lacing through my hair, tugging on the strands ever so slightly.
I involuntarily let out a groan, and I felt her smile.
“What are we doing?” she whispered against my mouth. “Is this real?”
“It’s always been real. We can do whatever you want,” I murmured back. “I want you to feel comfortable.” My dick had an idea of what it wanted. I could feel it swelling, likely leaving nothing to the imagination. But I needed to hear it from her.
“What if I mess this up?” she whispered.
“Mess what up?”
She pointed between us. “ This . Whatever we have.”
“There’s no way you’ll mess it up, Isa.” I ran my thumb along the apple of her cheek. “Nothing you do will make you lose me. ”
“How do you know, though? What if it doesn’t work or it’s too hard? I know you said we’ve never been just friends, but what if you change your mind and I can’t be just friends with you after all this?” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Isa, I’ve wanted this—us—since that night in Houston. And now that I have it, I don’t want to ever let you go. You’re it for me.”
“But that night you said we were just friends.”
“I was a fucking idiot. I never should have said that. But when you agreed, I decided if me being your friend was what you needed, that’s what I would be. It didn’t matter what I was to you, as long as I still had you in my life.” I pulled her closer to my chest. “After that day, I was afraid and in denial. But now I see how I was wrong. I’ll never get that time back, but I have as much time as you’ll give me to make it up to you.” Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, I gazed into her eyes. “I want you, Isa. Tell me you want me too.” I probably sounded desperate, but I didn’t care.
She hesitated for a moment but then nodded. “I want you. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
I kissed her again, desire rising in my veins.
She repositioned herself so she was straddling me, her hands sliding up my chest until she looped her arms around my neck. Grinding her hips into me, she let out a quiet gasp.
Fuck. I wanted her. I’d wanted her for the past year and a half, but was always too scared to do anything about it.
“Bedroom,” I managed to mutter out as I slid my hands under her hips, lifting her off the couch with ease. Her legs wrapped around my middle as I carried her into the room. I set her near the top of the bed, lowering myself onto her, albeit a bit clumsily.
Immediately, she reached down to undo the buttons on my jeans, eliciting a laugh out of me.
“What?” Her eyes shot up to mine.
“Patience. We’ll get there.” I moved her hands away, despite her protests. “I’m in no rush.” We have all the time in the world if I have any say in it , was what I wanted to say, but I kept it inside. I got off the bed, earning myself a puzzled glance from Isa.
“Wait, do you not—” she started to ask before I stopped her.
“No, I do. But I want to do this right, take my time with you.”
She still looked confused, so I continued. “Take off your pants.” She obeyed, sliding her shorts down her lean legs until she kicked them off at me.
I caught them, throwing them on the ground next to me.
“Now what?” She crossed her arms, giving me a smartass look.
“Patience.” I smirked.
She rolled her eyes as she threw a pillow at me, attempting to hit me, but failed miserably.
“All right, that’s fine, we can stop.” I turned around as though I was going to leave the room.
“Wait, no!” Isa protested. “I want you. I’ll be patient.”
That was all I needed to hear from her, and I practically tore off my pants and shirt, wanting to taste her as soon as humanly possible.
I crawled up the bed to her, immediately grasping the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. She had a tattoo by her ribs, a small cluster of stars, and I smiled to myself as I gently ran my finger over it.
I unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts and allowing them to spill out. Her body, everything about her, was perfect. I lowered my mouth, catching a nipple between my teeth and sucking, while one hand massaged her other breast. My free hand reached down her body, slipping under the hem of her underwear to tease her slit.
“Fuck, you’re soaking wet.”
“I need you,” she pleaded on a moan.
In response, I slid a finger inside her, her walls clenching around me as I started moving. After few thrusts I added another one, her wetness coating my skin. But I had to know if she tasted as sweet as her personality. I removed my fingers, not missing the sigh leaving her lips from their absence, and hooked the hem of her underwear, pulling them off and tossing them away.
I lowered myself down to her, making one long lap up her entrance, her arousal coating my tongue. She tasted like heaven, even better than I anticipated, and I both applauded and kicked myself for waiting this long for her.
Her hands snaked through my hair, holding me close to her as I continued devouring her.
“Reid, I’m going to—” She gasped before she threw her head back, her orgasm taking over her body. Once she had come down from her high, she sat up, looking almost shy as she moved toward me.
“Uh-uh.” I stopped her before she could reach my boxers. “I need to be inside you right now.” All I could think about was if she was that tight around my fingers, how tight would she be around my cock?
Even though she protested with a pout, she backed up, leaning her body against the pillows as I found my bag and dug through it, pulling out a roll of condoms. I came back to the bed, discarding my underwear as I went, freeing my erection.
Isa bit her lip as I stood before the bed. She had pulled the comforter back and was lying on the sheets.
I crawled up the bed so I was above her, and she grabbed onto my cock, guiding me toward her entrance. When I pushed myself in, she gasped, but it quickly turned into a moan.
“Is this okay?” I kissed her forehead.
“Yeah, perfect.” She nodded, wrapping her legs around me to pull me closer, my cock inching itself even deeper inside her. She clenched around me as I slowly thrusted in and out.
“Oh, please. Harder,” she gasped, her fingers fisting the sheets below us so hard her knuckles turned white.
From this view, she looked angelic, her blonde waves circling around her head like a halo. But there was nothing angelic about the desperate, almost primal way she was letting me fuck her.
The pressure in my balls built until I didn’t think I could take it anymore.
“Is, I’m close.” I gritted my teeth, willing myself not to finish before she did. A few more thrusts, and she started to unravel. Her face did this adorable thing where it flushed until it was the shade of a tomato, and I knew she was close to her orgasm.
“I’m gonna come,” she rasped, her voice breathy and quiet.
“That’s it. Come on my cock.”
She pulsed around me, and it was all it took for me to reach my release. After I came, I collapsed, holding myself up best I could with my palms on each side of her body. My chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath and kissed her on the lips.
“That was…” She looked away from me, but I could see the way she was blushing. “I don’t even know. I don’t think I knew what to expect.”
“I know what you mean,” I said from above her. I had the same thoughts, having imagined what it would be like for a while.
I pulled out of her, closing my eyes and sighing from the sensation, and she moved to get up. “Stay,” I told her as I disappeared around the corner into the master bathroom. I discarded the condom, quickly taking care of myself, then grabbed a washcloth from a basket on the counter, wetting it under warm water for her.
When I got back, she was lying there, still naked and absolutely stunning.
“What’s that for?” she asked, reaching for the towel. “For me?”
I nodded as I pulled it out of her reach. “Yes, but let me,” I said as I cleaned her up with the warm cloth. She closed her eyes as I wiped the towel along the soft pink flesh between her legs and sucked in a breath as though the action itself was enough to make her come again.
After I was finished, I put the towel aside and climbed into bed with her.
“I’ve thought about that—being with you—for so long,” she murmured, her eyes meeting mine.
“I have too. You have no idea for how long.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. About my feelings for you.” Isa looked away, but I cupped her face with my hand, moving it back so she was facing me again.
“I’m a patient man, Honeybee. I would have waited for you for as long as it took. ”
“Even if it had taken years?” Humor glinted in her gaze as she challenged me.
“I would have waited for you until I was old and gray if that’s what you needed.”
She laughed before kissing me. “I’m glad it didn’t take that long. I don’t know if I’m that patient.”
“I’m glad it didn’t take that long, too. You’re beautiful, you know?” I whispered in her ear as I interlaced her fingers with mine and kissed her forehead.
“Mm-hmm.” A sleepy murmur slipped from her lips as she cuddled up to me, never moving from her position on my chest the whole night.