Chapter 18 Reed
reed
I hadn’t gotten a good look, but I saw enough to assume it was Lina’s stalker.
The piece of shit. The figure wore black clothing, the whites of his eyes flashing in the dark above a thick beard.
I hadn’t known how long he was standing there, but he’d seen enough to make me want to gouge his fucking eyeballs out of his skull.
My body was wound up tight, the hair on the back of my neck raised, and I felt this overwhelming protective need to wipe out every memory and vision that man now possessed of Lina.
She wasn’t his to look at.
I wanted to end him for what he saw, for any familiarity he thought he had in the feel of her body now that I knew exactly how it felt to lose myself in hers.
With no sign of him, I returned to the trailer, desperate to get back to her.
God, that woman had me by the throat. The sounds she made when I spanked her with my belt, the feel of her walls constricting around my cock, the rock of her hips responding to my thrusts, greedily chasing her release.
I didn’t want her to hold back. I wanted her to take everything she needed.
And I wanted to give it all to her. Not just the pleasure, but my heart, too.
She said she was in love with me the moment she saw me in the Saddle Room all those months ago.
That was well before she knew I had a daughter.
She still didn’t really know about my past, other than the baggage with my ex-wife.
For better or for worse, it was all a part of me.
Penn and I were a package deal. Would she want to be a part of our lives?
Would she want me after she knew what I was?
I wouldn’t be satisfied just fucking her. Not anymore.
I wanted more from her. Did she want that, too?
I tried the handle to the trailer door. She locked it just as I told her to. Good. At least for once, she decided to listen.
“Lina, it’s me,” I said softly, trying not to freak her out more than she probably already was. I lightly rapped on the door with my knuckles.
The lock clicked before Lina opened it wide enough to let me through.
The trailer was brightly lit. She’d closed the blinds and turned on every light, as if she hoped it would scare away the shadows.
My heart clenched, knowing I’d left her alone while I went after him.
Her beautiful face was pale, her eyes wide with fear.
Fuck, I wanted to go back out there and hunt the bastard down just for making my fearless girl scared.
She was mine. I was hell-bent on making her mine as soon as my mouth marked her beneath the temporary tattoo that first night in Joseph, 414 days ago.
“Was he out there?” She looked worried, wringing her hands while she stood in the light now in her panties and sleep shirt.
I closed the door behind me and stepped into her, wrapping my fingers around hers, steadying them.
As soon as I touched her, desire and need for her surged back with the pulse of my blood.
She stilled, her big, honey-brown eyes, turning up to me.
Her lips pursed as she was considering saying something more.
Her throat bobbed on a swallow, and I couldn’t resist putting both my hands on her, tracing the column of her neck.
“He’s gone,” I told her, attempting to reassure her while I let my hands roam so that my thumb could brush along her pulse. It kicked up a notch. My eyes traveled up her throat to her lips, still swollen from our kisses.
Whatever she saw in my eyes caused her to suck in a breath, her cute little nose pinching briefly before flaring.
My cock twitched. My chest tightened.
“Reed.” Her voice sounded desperate as her eyes searched mine, the light reflecting specks of amber in her gaze like a brewing fire.
I licked my lips, taking a step closer until our chests bumped. I could feel how stiff her nipples were through her shirt.
I’d gladly let her fire burn me. Over and over again.
I was desperate for her.
I made my decision then. I wanted us—just us. I set my cowboy hat on the table, running a hand through my hair. “I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.”
Not waiting for a response, I toed off my boots and ripped off my shirt, hoisting her up into my arms. Her breath hitched, and she let out a little squeal when I pulled her to me, her arms locked behind my head while her legs wrapped around my waist. My palms encompassed her ass, holding her to me while I walked us to the bed in the front. I felt her hips roll, seeking friction.
Her lips were inches from mine, her breath coasting across my mouth. I could almost taste her in the air between us.
“Fuck, Lina,” I breathed.
I couldn’t wait to cross the distance to the bed and pushed her up against the wall. My lips ghosted across hers, lightly teasing the bow of her lip. My tongue darted out, tracing the seam of her mouth, urging her to open for me.
“Reed,” she said again, this time pleadingly. It was just enough for me to deepen our kiss, my tongue stroking the length of hers until I could run it across the roof of her mouth.
“God, you can kiss. That fucking tongue.” She moaned, my own following hers.
She rocked her hips again as I pressed her harder against the wall. My hands tightly gripped her ass, wanting to leave my mark all over her while I helped her rub against me.
“Fuck, baby.” My cock throbbed painfully. I was so fucking hard, I’d be surprised if I didn’t come in my pants with the friction she was building.
“Thank you,” she murmured softly against my mouth.
“For what?”
“Those piercings. They’re the best apology you could’ve ever given me.”
I couldn’t help but smile, holding back a chuckle as I kissed her, relief coursing through me.
“Are you going to be a good little slut for this cock?” I asked, my voice thick with want.
Lina groaned, her head tipping back to hit the wall. “I feel so fucking empty. I need you to fill me.”
Fuck. I could already feel myself leaking with another brush of her pussy against me.
“Please,” she whined.
“Baby, you don’t need to beg. Not with me.” My hands traveled up her sides, burying into her locks, bringing her head back up so I could kiss her again.
I peeled us off the wall and walked to the bed, letting us fall onto the mattress.
Staring down at her, she looked so gorgeous beneath me. Her hair splayed on the pillow, her eyes glistening with a twinkle, and I wondered what she was thinking. She was so quiet. Unnervingly quiet.
“What is it?” I prompted. “Do you need something, sweetheart?” I asked her, suddenly feeling concerned and a little self-conscious. “Is this too much?”
She shook her head, her teeth dragging across her full bottom lip, momentarily distracting me before she spoke. “It’s not enough. I want to feel you, Reed. All of you. When I said I need you to fill me, I meant I want you to fucking fill me.”
My eyes shot to hers at that, my heartbeat kicking up a notch at what I thought she insinuated. “You want me to fuck you bare?”
“I want to feel you slick on my thighs, even long after you leave me. I want you to fuck me sore so tomorrow I can feel the echo of your cock inside me.”
Jesus Christ, this woman was going to be my undoing. “Oh, fuck, baby.” I was in pain hearing her words. My chest heaved. My muscles tightened, attempting to hold myself back, because she stirred this primal urge deep within me, something that I’d never experienced before.
“Please, I want you to leave marks all over me so when I look in the mirror, it’s a map of where you’ve been.”
I exhaled an exaggerated sigh, my arms now starting to shake while I held myself above her to keep from crushing her.
She ran her palms over my shoulders, down my chest, my ribs, my abs.
Her fingers brushed strokes down the ridges of every muscle before landing on my jeans.
She didn’t waste time unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, her hand diving into my boxer briefs, finding me already swollen and ready for her.
Her thumb slid against the tip, spreading my precum and making me shudder.
“Are you sure?” I asked calmly, though internally, I was raging and ready to get my hands all over her soft, silky skin.
“Please, Reed,” she urged. “I’m clean. I get checked regularly. I’m on birth control—”
I cut her off. “I said you didn’t need to beg. I’ll give you anything you want, baby. Anything you ask for. I haven’t been with anyone else since we met, and I’m clean, too.” I wanted to feel all of her. Every flutter and stroke while my cock pulled in and out of her.
“Good, then fuck me.”
I growled like a fucking beast, something primal awakening deep within me at her request. Not wasting time, I peeled off her shirt, leaving her in her sexy, black lace.
I traced the curves and swells of her breasts, my fingertips dancing lightly over her stomach, tenderly caressing the soft skin inside her thighs.
She was mesmerizing, responding to every stroke.
Her body arched and writhed. The sweetest sounds of pleasure slipped from her throat, and truthfully, it made my blood run hot, my cock throb, and my own groans rumble deep in my chest.
“This gorgeous body deserves to be worshipped. It deserves to be given everything it craves.”
“I’m fucking parched,” she whimpered.
“Then let’s fix that, baby. Should I let my cum fill that smart-ass mouth?”
She moaned. “Please, Reed. I want to gag on your cock.”
My cock twitched on cue, painfully restrained by my boxer briefs. I needed to get these fucking pants off. I pushed off the bed and dragged her to the edge of the mattress.
Quickly stepping out of my pants and boxers, I let my cock spring free. The cool air sent tingles over my heated skin.