Chapter 22
Reese
“D evon Remington,” I said in an exasperated voice the following Saturday as we relaxed in the hot tub after our workout and swim. “If you don’t stop buying me things, I’m going to run out of space to put those things in this house.”
Every single day, he’d brought home more things for me, and every single day, those gifts became a little more outrageous.
Jewelry. Very expensive jewelry that he thought a guy should give to his woman.
Expensive cooking items I’d mentioned at one time or another during our relationship.
A whole new wardrobe that had filled the entire second walk-in in his master bedroom because he’d heard me say weeks ago that I hadn’t brought a lot of clothing with me to Crystal Fork. That wardrobe hadn’t left out a single item of clothing, and all of those items were very pricey designer brands. He’d given me the option of returning any of the things I didn’t like for something else, but surprisingly, everything he’d chosen was something I would have bought myself if I was the type of woman who spent that much on clothing.
I’d gotten electronics.
He’d purchased every scent available of the fragrance mists that I loved, and they had a lot of scents.
Last night, he’d brought home a mountain bike because I’d mentioned that trying the sport with Hannah might be fun.
A few moments ago, he’d asked me what my dream car was, but I’d put a stop to that purchase by telling him I’d have to kill him if he bought me a new vehicle.
His thoughtfulness was overwhelmingly sweet, but it was getting to be absolute lunacy.
Surely no woman expected all of that, not even from a billionaire boyfriend.
I’d tried to put my foot down before, but he’d just kept on giving me more gifts.
Now, enough was enough.
He had to stop.
He grinned at me. “Impossible. This is a very large home.”
“Devon,” I said as I shot him a warning look. “You’ve given me a lifetime worth of gifts in a matter of days.”
“You’re worth a hell of a lot more than a few gifts,” he said crankily.
My heart melted.
I loved his thoughtfulness and his generous nature, but the gifts had to stop. It was way too much for any woman to handle. Especially one who didn’t remember getting very many gifts from past boyfriends.
I hadn’t fallen for him because he was a wealthy billionaire.
I had fallen for him because he was an incredible guy.
I moved closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I don’t need gifts. I already have what I want. I have you.”
His arms wrapped around my waist tightly and possessively.
“That doesn’t sound like a great deal to me,” he said drily. “I think gifts are definitely necessary.”
Most of the time, Devon didn’t seem to recognize just how important he was in my life, or how much he’d already done for me just by being supportive.
Spending the day with the girls in Billings last Sunday had been one of the most freeing experiences I’d had in a long time.
It had felt so good just to do normal things with my friends for the day.
To feel normal again meant everything to me.
I know that it had killed Devon not to protest, but he hadn’t said a word that morning as Hannah was altering my appearance or when we’d left.
He’d simply kissed me and told me to have fun and to be careful.
We’d definitely had fun, and I hadn’t needed to be that careful because I knew I looked different enough to fool anyone who wasn’t close to me.
We’d done the massages, had a picnic lunch in the park, shopped like crazy, and had stopped on the way home for cookies, which Devon had highly appreciated and devoured within a day.
He treated all of my fears like they were perfectly normal given my circumstances and history, and he listened to me, even when he didn’t have all of the answers.
Just having this man in my life was a miracle to me, and I didn’t need any of the gifts he insisted on giving me.
However, I didn’t want to hurt him, either, by flatly refusing something he’d gone to the trouble to get me, but I was at the point where I just couldn’t handle another gift.
He’d already given me so much even before he’d started buying me the material things.
Devon was also a very unselfish lover who made my pleasure his priority.
I insisted on doing the same, but he usually didn’t want to find his release when I gave him oral sex.
He always told me that he’d rather get off deep inside of me .
I had to say that the man had been right about multiple orgasm. Turns out that I was capable of having them with a man like him.
I was still discovering parts of my sexuality that I’d never known had existed before him.
“Have I ever told you how lucky I feel that you’re my guy?” I asked as I straddled him and nuzzled my face into his neck. “Not because of the material things you give me but because you treat me with the respect a partner deserves.”
“I doubt you felt that way when I was bossing you around in bed last night,” he said hoarsely.
Now that had been incredibly hot for me. “It was pretty sexy,” I told him playfully. “You can boss me around in bed any time you want.”
I’d quickly discovered that Devon sometimes wanted to be in complete control in the bedroom, and I was all for that.
The bossy, demanding side of him did it for me sexually.
We were currently naked in the hot tub, and he squeezed my ass approvingly.
Because I was literally on top of him, I could feel that he was impossibly hard even though we’d just had wild sex as part of our workout.
It felt like we could never get enough of each other.
I’d thought that we’d cool off somewhat after the initial lust had calmed down a little.
I’d thought wrong.
The more we’d gotten to know each other’s bodies, the hotter that part of our relationship had become.
I was impossibly addicted to being this intimate and this close to Devon.
He grasped a lock of my hair and pulled my head back so he could see my face.
Our eyes met, and heat rushed between my thighs as I saw the hungry look in his eyes.
My heart stuttered because I’d probably never get used to the way he looked at me like I was the only woman in the world that he’d ever wanted.
“Devon,” I said weakly. “We need to talk about this gift giving thing. It’s out of control.”
He put his hand on the nape of my neck, and without a word, he pulled my lips to his.
He’d ignored my comment, but as soon as the erotic embrace began, all thoughts about the gifts flew out of my head.
Devon consumed me, and I didn’t give a shit about anything else on the planet.
He slipped his hand between the two of us, and he caressed my clit while he devoured my mouth.
Once my brain was completely muddled by his possessive kiss, he released my lips and put his mouth on my breasts.
I’d completely forgotten about how much I hated the scar on my chest because Devon seemed to enjoy tormenting my breasts—scar, or no scar.
In moments, he had me moaning and moving my hips against his fingers, silently pleading for release.
“Fuck this!” Devon growled as he picked me up and laid me down on a plush rug next to the tub. “It’s too damn hot in here, and having sex in a hot tub is overrated.”
I smiled as he got out of the spa with an impatient, wild look in his eyes.
He was next to me in a heartbeat, taking up where he’d left off in the hot tub.
He kissed me again and his fingers resumed their previous activity of making me crazy.
A fresh rush of juices flooded my pussy. “Devon,” I crooned when he finally released my lips, my body tight with need.
“I want you hot and wet when you take my cock,” he rasped against my ear.
He thrust his fingers into my sheath as though he was testing whether or not I was wet enough for his liking.
“I’m ready,” I said insistently. “I need you inside me.”
I didn’t want or need any more foreplay or teasing.
I just wanted…him.
He moved to his back and pulled me on top of him. “Then ride me,” he demanded. “Show me exactly what you want.”
I didn’t hesitate. I grasped his enormous, hard cock and slowly lowered myself down until the entire length of him was embedded inside me.
I let out a huge sigh as he stretched me to my limits.
He went deep this way, but there was only a stretching sensation while my body accepted him.
“Fuck!” he cursed in a sexy, husky voice as he grasped my ass. “Do you have any idea what it’s like for me to watch you do that? You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
I actually felt sexy.
I felt alive.
I felt…adored.
“Take what you need, Reese,” he commanded.
I ground my hips down, trying to get impossibly deeper and to give my clit the pressure it was begging for right now.
Then I lifted and sank down again.
Devon grasped my ass a little harder, and I could tell he was forcing himself not to take control.
He was letting me set the pace.
Letting me satisfy myself.
This wasn’t a position we’d done a lot because I wasn’t used to it, but he was obviously determined to make me love it.
I put my hands on his broad shoulders and watched his face as I sped up the pace.
His eyes darkened, and I could tell that he liked it, so I kept moving faster.
“Christ!” he cursed as his hands moved to my hips and started to guide me. “You make me completely insane.”
I sat up as he pulled me up and down, his hips rising to meet every thrust.
I savored it when Devon lost control.
I marveled that I could actually make that happen.
“Touch those gorgeous tits,” he insisted. “Feel every bit of pleasure you can get. Be greedy. Your pussy strangling my cock feels so fucking good that I’m not going to last long.”
I’d never done that before, but nothing I ever did with Devon felt wrong to me.
I cupped my breast and pinched my nipples. The sensation went straight to the place that the two of us were joined.
It was such a pleasurable sensation that I did it over and over again as Devon thrust his hips up to keep slamming inside of me.
“Devon,” I cried out as I threw my head back and let out a very loud and uncontrolled moan.
I could feel my climax rising up to meet me, and when Devon moved one of his hands to stimulate my clit, I imploded.
“That’s it, baby,” he said harshly. “Milk my cock.”
I didn’t have any choice in the matter. My climax was fierce, and my core clenched around his massive cock in powerful spasms.
He found his own release with a groan that sounded like a combination of intense pleasure and relief.
I leaned down and kissed him, an embrace that was both sensual and soothing.
I had to bite my lip to keep from telling him how much I loved him.
How much he’d changed my entire life just by being in it.
Those words had almost tumbled from my lips spontaneously because I’d desperately needed to say them.
My heart ached to let those emotions out, but it was probably too soon to be talking about love.
I knew exactly how I felt, but I’d be crushed if he didn’t or couldn’t say those words to me.
I can wait.
I’d waited thirty-two years to find a man like Devon. I could force myself not to say those words and screw up what we had at the moment.
He held me tight as I buried my face in his neck and caught my breath.
I had him.
He was my guy.
We had right now.
We were crazy about each other.
For now, that would have to be enough.