Chapter 29 #2
His hands curve around my hips to keep me in place as his rough thrusts reach as deep as my body allows him. His balls slam against my pussy rapidly. Thick arousal drips between my thighs.
Spank after spank, I crave more.
Three times turn to eight.
That sweet sting burns, and I can guarantee he left his handprint on my ass.
He takes what he wants, chasing his release like an addict.
“How about more stimulation?” he says, pressing the vibrator to my clit on the highest intensity.
“How did you—”
“It was in my pocket,” he cuts me off before I finish my question, already knowing what it would be.
The feel of him and the vibrations are too much for me, as a wave of pleasure ripples through me. I come hard, and he continues to thrust into me with care and precision until he releases inside me.
Once he’s done, he pulls away from me, helping my wobbly knees back up before he tucks his semi-hard cock back into his pants. Reeve’s blue eyes are soft, shimmering with admiration as he looks at me and backs me up against the library again.
“So adorable.” He kisses my forehead, nose, cheeks, and gives me a lingering kiss on the lips, leaving me mesmerized. His hands glide along my sides, tender and eager. “Get ready for our date.”
The glass door to the balcony is open. Music plays from the gramophone inside. Reeve and I lie on a blanket he spread on the floor, holding hands and gazing at the stars.
The red dress I picked is tied around my neck, the fabric snug against my breasts, hugging my curves, and falling above my knees. Reeve looks sinfully handsome in his dark, tailored suit.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your childhood and what you’ve been through after you ran away from the circus?” I ask.
“It was part of my contract. I couldn’t tell you, but it was also easy to keep it hidden because I didn’t want you to carry my past with you.”
“Do you wish you had done things differently?”
“Every day.”
“Do you regret me?”
“Absolutely not. That’s the best thing I’ve ever done. Thank God I stood up to your grandma about that.” He chuckles adorably. “She hated me for it, but I didn’t care.”
“She may have hated the way you play her games so well, but she loves you,” I say because I know she does. I saw it in her eyes.
“I know.”
“She even shed a few tears during our fake wedding.”
“Those weren’t paid actors? Pfft, shocking.” Reeve finishes, and a hearty laugh escapes me. “Your laugh is contagious. You smile, too.”
My laughter slowly fades, and I swallow hard as a thought surfaces. “I know we will never get married for real, but I want you to know that you’re mine, and I know your real name. I’ll carry it with me wherever we go.”
He squeezes my hand tightly in response as I glance at him with a grin.
I love him so much.
“Truth or dare?” he starts.
“Truth, because I’m so stuffed I can’t move.” I pat my belly to send the message. He shakes his head, an amused smile decorating his face.
“I made you wet from the first day we met.”
I roll onto my side and playfully slap his chest.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says, catching my hand and pressing my knuckles to his lips. “But seriously, who can blame you?” he continues to joke.
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m irresistible.”
“True.”
“You see, at least one of us is telling the truth.”
I open my mouth wide as I straddle his lap. “You’re so sassy today, Reeve Hardy,” I tease.
“I’m happy. I can’t stop wiggling my toes like you do when you’re happy. I understand it now for the first time in my life.”
“You’re adorable. Is that why you’re growing hard against me?”
“I’m so happy.” His goofy smile breaks free, hand digging into my hips. “You look stunning, but I fantasized about tearing your dress off the whole dinner.”
“I have a fantasy,” I say softly, my heart rate peaks.
“Do tell.”
“I want you to do a handstand over my body.”
“Uh...” he utters, pointing to the ground. “How else am I supposed to give you what you want, Baby?”
I fucking melt every time he calls me Baby.
I don’t wait a second longer and throw myself onto my back like Titan does when he wants belly rubs. I’m giggling uncontrollably and wiggling my toes while waiting patiently for him.
Reeve removes his jacket and tosses it onto the couch before rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows, revealing his veiny forearms that extend to his long fingers.
He quickly places his hands on either side of my head, kicks himself off the floor, and balances like a mighty pole above me.
Feeling giddy, I giggle as a tingling sensation spreads through my body.
He bends his elbows to give me a kiss, and I steal another one and another as he does pushups, upside down.
So fucking impressive.
I would definitely kill for this man. If anyone ever dares to hurt him again, they will face my wrath.
He shifts from one hand to the other with expert ease, side to side, demonstrating the strength he’s built up over the years.
With his hands still pressed to the floor, he lowers his legs above my body, keeping them suspended in the air.
His corded muscles bulge with immaculate control, and I suppress the urge to sink my teeth into them.
I don’t dare to interrupt him.
He is my private show.
“Are you satisfied?” He looks into my eyes, panting.
“Not quite.”
“Why is that?”
“You just sparked my appetite.”
“Well, I can always shove my cock into your mouth and give you a full meal,” he winks, content with himself.
I cup his clean-shaven face, letting my finger brush the various earrings in his ear as I hold his loving gaze. “Truth or dare?”
“I just did your dare, so truth.” He adjusts his hands above my shoulders while still holding his legs in the air.
“Did you put garlic in the sauce because it makes me gassy?”
“Oh, shit.”
“Indeed.”
“I wanted to try some of the herbs I’ve been growing in the garden, but I might have gone too far, and your stomach is so sensitive,” he thinks aloud.
“You might want to inhale through your mouth,” I say before I burst into laughter as I watch the colors drain from his face.
“Oh my god, Winona, I tried to be romantic and you farted on me.”
“That’s a fart of love to keep you warm. I blew you a kiss backward.” I laugh my ass off on the floor as he hoists himself back up and chugs the glass of water from the table. “I just mark my territory, okay?”
“Stinky Little Demon, we need to build a bonfire and cleanse the tower,” he teases.
“That’s an excuse to extend our date. You can just say you’re having the time of your life with me.” I smirk and get up as well.
“I will if I don’t die first.”
“That’s your fault. You knew this from the first day you shoved garlic bread in my mouth when we hung out. I like it, but my body doesn’t.” I peel myself off the floor and stand up. “You did promise to take me for a walk through the forest, though.”
“You weren’t a good girl.” He pins me down with one savage look that knocks all the air out of my lungs, but I don’t let it show.
I give him my most adorable smile, squeezing my hands together over my stomach and rocking my leg from side to side. “You never break your promises.”
“Oh, Baby.” He starts striding my way, closing the gap in seconds. “How right you are, and then…” his hand comes up to grip my throat—my hair tie hangs around his wrists—his ringed fingers wrapping around my neck one after the other, “so fucking wrong.”
“No fucking,” I warn.
He nods. “I won’t fuck you, but my fingers might.”
I shake my head before he grips my jaw firmly with his forefinger and thumb, forcing me to look up at him.
“You didn’t tell me what your new favorite song is.” I try to stall.
“Nice try.”
“Come on, Reeve. I want to know everything I missed,” I beg, keeping my innocent voice.
“All you need to know is that for three years, you were my favorite song, my favorite movie, my favorite food, and my favorite everything. Now, get on your fucking knees.”
“No…”
“You won’t let me use that pretty little mouth?”
“Please,” the word sounds like a plea, but I’m uncertain about what I truly want. I keep watching his dark expression through my lashes. My heart hammers against my ribcage as adrenaline rushes through my body.
I’m addicted to every molecule that comprises this man. The extent of the damage I’m in is astronomical.
I’m ruined for life.
“Please, what?” he questions, biting his lower lip seductively. “Use your safe word.”
“Reeve…”
“Winona…”
I pout. “Moth.”
He chuckles darkly. “Good girl.”
“Do you think we will get to live normal lives?” I ask, settling onto a crate Reeve placed around the fire pit behind the tower.
He clears his throat. “Most people choose one lane, but some of us are meant to walk the fine line between them.”
Big, radiant eyes that can hold the stars find mine.
“So, is that a no?” I chuckle as Reeve places my legs across his thighs and drapes his arm around my shoulders.
“It’s a maybe.” He pauses for a moment. “I don’t know what a normal life is. I never had one, so I don’t know.”
“Do you think he’s down there?” I watch as the flames dance around the bonfire, licking the darkness. “Grandma told me to find him and get answers, but he didn’t kill you. So who is he?”
“A parasite.”
His short answers show his disinterest. “You don’t want to talk about it, I get it.”
“I just want to enjoy this date with my beautiful wife, who’s deadly in ways that might surprise our enemies.”
“Hey,” I playfully slap his chest. “Do you remember our first date?”
“Of course, I taught you how to ride a motorcycle, and you twisted the throttle so hard that I fell off the bike while you raced ahead, panicking, and I had to run down the street to catch up to you.” A smile spreads across his face as he reminisces. “Best first date ever.”
“Then we went to get ice cream and buy books from a local shop. I told you we should pick one together and read it.”