21. Willa
Chapter 21
Willa
S O IT TURNS out that I am a horn dog.
Horn. Dog.
That’s the only way I can accurately be described at this point. At the end of the day, it’s Reid’s fault. The man is a walking fantasy with his skin and his muscles and his beard and his eyes and dimples and mouth. He’s orgasmed me into a state of I don’t even know what, but I’m so happy about it that I can’t be bothered to care about his inevitable departure. I know he’s leaving, but my body is so addicted to his that it’s overriding all logic. I spend all day thinking of him, and I blame all the orgasms for the things that go through my mind.
Things like, will he let me use his cuffs? Probably not. And that’s why I’ve gotten a pair off Amazon and they’re in my bedside drawer.
Mom and Goldie don’t help matters, because they won’t shut up about me and Reid, despite me and Dad begging them to stop.
“Maybe you’ll go to Miami.” Mom pours Tom and Jerry more coffee.
“That girl’s not going anywhere,” Tom says.
“That girl can do what she wants, Tom,” Jerry shoots back .
“That girl is right here, guys,” I call through the window. It’s slow, so I’m tidying up the area where we garnish all the plates. “And I’ve said it a million times: I am not going anywhere.”
“But you could be so much bigger if you left,” Mom wheedles. “You need to leave. Explore. Discover the world. Discover yourself.”
“Barbara, leave her alone,” Dad says. “You act like you don’t want her around.”
I shoot him a grateful look as Mom sniffs, “I just think this town is too small for our Willa.”
“I like it here,” I insist.
“Because Reid is here?” Tom waggles his eyes.
I glare at him. “Not you, too.”
“Everyone can see how moony-eyed you get when he comes in,” Jerry points out.
I roll my eyes. “I give up. All of you can think what you want. I’m staying here. I’m not following Reid—or anyone— anywhere.”
“If you say so,” Mom singsongs.
I ignore her. There’s no talking her out of anything when she gets something in her head, and she’s convinced herself that Reid and I are going to live happily ever after in Miami. Then again, she’s been trying to push me out of town from the moment I graduated from high school, so I shouldn’t be surprised.
I go home after my shift, knowing full well that Reid’s waiting in his backyard for me, like most days. But I have plans for him, plans that I’m not sure I’ll even have the bravery to pull off, but I want to try anyway. So I ignore him and walk into my house, deliberately leaving the door unlocked and dropping a trail of clothes in my wake as I head to the shower.
I half expect him to join me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he’s waiting on the edge of my bed again, scowling, and it sends my heart rate soaring. I smirk to cover my nervousness. “You’re awfully cute when you’re mad, Reid.”
He’s unmoved. “Willa, you have got to lock your door. ”
I sigh and let my towel drop. His eyes go right to my breasts. “I knew you were coming,” I say, closing the distance between us and stepping between his legs, hoping the move will keep my own from shaking. “Otherwise, I assure you I would have.”
His hands skim up the backs of my legs, over my rear, and make their way to my waist. He pulls me close and presses his lips to my stomach. “Promise?” he asks, not breaking the contact.
Relaxing and reminding myself that he’s damn near perfect and will not, in fact, make fun of me, I thread my nails across his scalp the way I know he likes it. “Promise.” I reach to pull his shirt off. He lets me, then he lets me take his shorts and boxer briefs off as well. His dick is already half-hard. “You’re being awfully compliant, Officer Reid,” I tease.
He smiles, seeming to have pushed whatever was bothering him to the side. “I kind of like it when you take control.”
I bite my lip and breathe deeply through my nose. I can do this. “What do you think about letting me do something?”
He raises a brow, intrigued. “Like what?”
I crawl up the bed, hoping I don’t look like an absolute fool, and reach into the bedside drawer. Now or never, Willa. Be brave. I pull the cuffs out and brandish them. “Let me cuff you?”
He chuckles indulgently. “This from the woman who I had to force to say ‘cock’ the first time we had sex.”
My cheeks redden as I smile, trying hard to fight the shyness that threatens to overtake me. “This is all your fault, Reid. What do you think?”
He slides up to meet me at the head of the mattress, then cups my cheek and kisses me. “For you, Willa—anything.”
I grin and open them, leaning over his chest to cuff one wrist to the bedpost I never knew I’d be so delighted to have.
He raises and captures my nipple in his mouth, and I hiss in surprised pleasure, then let myself sink into it.
“That feels good,” I moan .
He hums and continues his work, threading his leg through mine and pulling me onto him.
But I won’t be deterred. With far more willpower than I knew I had, I lift myself off and grab his other wrist, pulling it toward his other and forcing him into an angle on the bed.
When I close the second cuff around him, he winces.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” he says, “But put the key on the bedside table for me. I need to see you do it.”
I grin. “Willing to let me control you…within reason. You got it, Officer MacKinnon.”
Just as I knew it would, the phrase lights him up. I place the keys where he asked, then rise to consider the gorgeous man below me. Then I descend, kissing him with abandon and letting my hands roam over his flawless body. I still avoid the gunshot wound; I can’t quite bring myself to get near it, despite it being entirely healed.
Reid’s kisses are drugging, controlling me even when I’m the one in control. The way his tongue glides against mine, the promise of more to come, it’s intoxicating. I manage to wrench my lips from his, kissing a trail down his neck to his powerful chest and skimming my teeth against one nipple, then the next, exactly how he likes it. He inhales sharply above me as I start to descend lower, spending time on his flat, firm stomach. He’s not sporting a six-pack, but it’s toned and sexy as hell, with a delightful line of dark hair leading down.
“You have the prettiest dick, Reid,” I tell him as I settle between his thighs.
He chuckles. “If you say so, gorgeous.”
I lean down and bite the inside of his thigh, eliciting a hiss that quickly turns into a groan. “I say so.” Then, because I want to know what it feels like, I use the words he did with me the first time. “Eyes on me, Reid.”
He locks onto me, his pupils blown with desire .
I smile, then lick him from root to tip, taking immense pleasure in the way his eyes roll back into his head before snapping back to mine. Then I swirl my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty precum and moaning. Reid groans in response.
“Tell me something, Officer.” My heart is beating far too fast. “Do you like it when I lick you?” I lick him up and down slowly. “Or when I suck you?” I pull him into my throat, angling my body up so I can get as much of him into my mouth as possible. I’m nowhere near that whole “swallowing the tip” thing and never will be, but that’s why I have hands.
Reid groans unintelligibly above me, his hips bucking into me as I suck. I release him with a pop and grin up at him. “Which is it?”
He growls. “Suck me, Willa.”
I lick my lips, a bolt of desire streaking through me. “God, that’s hot.”
“You have no fucking idea,” he answers, then moans as I take him into my mouth again.
I give him exactly what he wants, and even though I’m the one on my knees, it’s the most powerful I’ve ever felt. Because I’m the one with his balls in my hand. I’m the one controlling his pleasure. I’m the one who’s taking him to the edge and pulling back. I’m the one who’s reduced him to a quivering mess below me.
“Fuck, Willa—I’m gonna come,” he growls.
I pop off him and pull my hands away.
“Fuck!” His eyes are wild with lust. “You’re going to pay for this, Willa.”
I preen. “I thought you said you liked being edged.”
He heaves a shuddering sigh and grits out, “I did.”
“Then what are you going to do to me, Officer?”
He narrows his eyes, his breath coming in pants. “Guess you’ll find out.”
“Is that a promise?” I crawl up his body, then lower myself so that his dick is almost touching my pussy. “Do you want to fuck me, Reid? ”
He nods. “I do.”
“Do you want to come first?”
He shakes his head.
“Too bad.” And with that, I move down and suck him again, moaning against him as he yells above me.
When he tenses for what might be the fifth time, I keep going. Then I pop off and pump him, letting the ropes of his release fly onto his stomach, my eyes locked on his as he comes. When he finishes, he goes limp and closes his eyes. “Fuck me, Willa,” he murmurs. “You’re a fucking beast.”
I grin, more than a little satisfied with myself. “Stay there.”
“Kind of can’t move, sweetheart.”
“Oh yeah,” I giggle, then hop off the bed to get him a warm washcloth. Returning, I clean him and barely have the cuffs off before he snaps, tossing me onto the mattress and pinning me down.
I suck in a startled breath.
“I told you you’d pay for that, sweet Willa,” he growls, and his voice is full of sinful promise. “Did you not believe me?”
I shake my head. “I believed you.”
“Good. Now, find something to hold onto, because I’m going to make you scream.”
Fuck.
He lowers himself to between my legs and thrusts his fingers inside me without warning.
“Fuck!” I scream. Literally scream .
“That’s right, Willa,” he says, then licks the sensitive bundle of nerves as he pumps his fingers in and out. “You’re going to come fast and hard.” Then he sucks at me, snaking his other hand up to pinch my nipple. The pain is sharp and intense, but the pleasure from his mouth and fingers overrides the sensation. I buck against his face, and in moments, he’s wrung an orgasm out of me, quick, hot, and bright.
“One.” His voice is low and dangerous .
I blow out a breath. “This isn’t the punishment you think it is.”
He doesn’t answer, just flips me over and smacks one of my butt cheeks. Hard .
“Ow!” I squeal. “Jesus!”
“That’s not my name, Willa.” He smacks the other side.
“Reid!” I hustle to say, then repeat it. “Fuck,” I moan, because now he’s yanked my hips up and is licking me from behind, the sting of the spanks already forgotten. I circle my hips, and he pulls away, planting another smack on my ass, then soothing it with slow, gentle circles of his palm.
“I told you that you’d pay for teasing me, Willa.” His voice is deep, animalistic. He licks me. “Did you think I was kidding?”
He rises. Another smack, followed by another warm palm rubbing at the sting. My heart races, and sweat beads on my brow. I think I like this.
Behind me, I hear the tearing of a foil. How is he hard again already? In seconds, the tip of him enters me.
I groan and push back against him, desperate to have him seated in me.
He pulls out, then pushes a finger inside instead. He leans his chest against my back, his breath hot against my neck.
“You want my cock, Willa?”
I whimper.
“You can’t have it. You’re not even close to getting it.”
I moan. “I’m sorry, Reid.” Another smack of his palm against my ass . “I’m sorry, Officer.” Another. I grip the sheets, spiraling into a completely different world. “Officer,” I breathe. “I’m sorry for teasing you, Officer .”
He gives me the tip of his dick again, rubbing it against my clit and sliding it between my folds to tease my opening. “No,” he murmurs darkly. “I think I need a better apology than that.” He pushes between my shoulder blades to force me onto the mattress, then hops off the bed. He grabs the cuffs and dangles them in front of me. “Your turn.” My arms are pinned behind my back and secured at the base of my spine before I can even take a full breath.
“Fuck.” My voice hitches, and I try to calm my racing heart.
He leans down and gently turns my chin so our eyes meet. “Are they too tight?”
“N-no,” I stammer.
“Good. You remember your safe word?”
I blink. “Safe word?”
He grins sweetly, then kisses my forehead. “Yes, sweet girl. Last time, it was avocado. You choosing that again?”
I don’t appreciate the way my heart squeezes at his thoughtfulness. “Yes,” I whisper.
His eyes darken, and he clenches his teeth. “Good.”
With that, Considerate Reid is gone, replaced once more by the sex god I’ve unwittingly unleashed into the bedroom.
He keeps me on my stomach, nipping and biting at my shoulders, then soothing them with his tongue. He shoves a palm beneath me to grab my breast, squeezing hard.
“I fucking love these tits, Willa,” he growls. “And one day I’m going to fuck them. Come all over them. Paint a goddamn Pollock on them and then make you lick what’s left off my cock.”
Thrills of pleasure shoot through me. “Yes,” I hiss. Because I want it just as badly as he does.
He slides his palm down my belly, then gets to my pussy. He palms it, squeezing. The pressure is both pain and bliss, and I moan.
“In here, this is mine.”
I nod.
He squeezes harder. “Out there, this is mine.”
I nod again, forcing air into my lungs.
“You are mine, Willa. Make no fucking mistake about it. Your pussy. Your sassy little mouth. Your body, fuck me , your body.” He rubs his forehead and face against my back, as if he’s marking me with his scent. “Drive me fucking crazy with this body.”
I writhe beneath him. “Reid,” I breathe. “I need…”
His laugh is dangerous. “I don’t care what you need right now, Willa.” He moves his palm from my pussy and squeezes my hip, then my ass. He spreads my butt cheeks and runs his dick between them. “You ever been fucked here, sweet girl?”
I shake my head.
“This ass is mine, too. And one day, I’ll fuck this ass, and you’ll scream my name as I pound into it. Do you understand?”
Whether I want it or not isn’t a question right now. That much is clear. I nod.
He pushes a thumb against the hole back there, and I clench against him. He smacks my butt with his free hand. “Relax.”
I force myself to do as he commands, and he pulls his thumb away. I heave out a breath, then inhale sharply as he shoves his fingers into my pussy. “Fuuuuuck,” I moan. The sound is guttural. But he pulls his fingers out immediately, and I whine.
He flips me over and takes a breast into his mouth, then the other, his fingers working my clit the entire time.
“I’m—” But I can’t finish, because the orgasm is cresting from nowhere, wracking my body as he sucks on my nipple and works my clit.
“Two.”
He pulls away when I come down, kneeling before me and pumping his dick. I watch hungrily.
“You like watching me fuck my hand, Willa?”
I nod and lick my lips. “I do.” My hips swirl involuntarily, aching with emptiness. “I need it, Reid.”
He smirks. “I know.” Standing, he yanks me to the edge of the mattress and turns me over again. He takes a moment to massage my arms and shoulders, releasing the tension that’s built there from being in cuffs. “I’m going to stand you up now.”
I barely register what he’s doing before I’m up and being walked to the wall. It’s hot as hell, but it feels like one wrong move would have me punished.
“Stay still,” he commands.
I obey. My cheek is pressed against the cool plaster, as is my chest and belly.
“Spread your legs for me, gorgeous.”
I do it.
“Tell me, Willa. Have you ever been fucked standing up?”
I swallow. “No,” I croak.
“Have you ever been fucked wearing cuffs?”
“No.”
“Do you want the cuffs off?”
“I want whatever you want,” I respond.
“Good answer,” he praises. “You’re a fast learner. And for that, you get your reward.”
His hands, warm and calloused, are on mine as he unlocks the cuffs and tosses them on the floor. Without warning, he lines himself up and thrusts in.
“Oh my God, thank you so much,” I moan, writhing against him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“You want all of this cock, Willa?” His mouth is against my ear, sending shivers as he speaks.
“Please,” I whisper.
He pulls back and pushes in again, going deeper this time.
“Yessss,” I hiss, my eyes rolling back in my head with the pleasure of it.
“There we go,” he murmurs, one hand reaching to grab my breast while another goes to my clit and circles it.
“Spread your arms.”
I do as he commands, and then he snaps, pounding into me.
“Yes, yes, yes, Reid, oh please don’t stop, please, please, please,” I chant, unable to do anything but take it as he thrusts into me over and over.
He pulls out and turns me around, and I meet his eyes for the first time in what feels like hours. It’s like coming home. The green depths are unfathomable, swirling with lust and something else. There’s a part of him I can’t reach right now, something dark and feral, but it doesn’t scare me.
“Give it to me, Reid,” I say, finally brave enough to take whatever darkness he has. “I want it.”
His eyes flash. “Jump.”
I do it, wrapping my legs around his hips as he pushes back into me. We groan in unison as he locks us into position, my back against the wall, my heels digging into the top of his ass, as he pounds into me.
It’s not pretty. It’s not romantic. It’s animalistic and angry and brutal and I. Love. Every. Bit. Of. It. “More,” I urge, my breath coming in hot pants. “Give me more.”
He growls, his palms gripping my shoulders for leverage as he thrusts in.
“More, Reid!”
“Fuck!” he yells, turning and dropping me onto the bed. “Turn over. All fours. Now.”
I do it as he lowers himself to his knees. He slides in. “Chest down.”
I obey once again and am rewarded as he yanks my hips to his, his fingers pressing into my flesh so hard that I’m bound to have bruises.
The orgasm builds slowly this time, coming from deep inside me. “Reid,” I groan, my voice something I don’t even recognize. “I need this, need you, don’t stop.”
“Fuck, Willa, you’re everything,” he pants behind me. “So tight. Come for me, baby. I need you to come.”
I feel my walls start to clench, and I give myself over. The pleasure crests as I yell into the mattress, unable to do anything but sob that I’m coming as his grip tightens even further, his own orgasm hitting him right along with mine.
He roars behind me, pounding faster and faster, then stilling as he throbs inside me.
We breathe.
I release my grip on the sheets.
His forehead touches my back, then he kisses my spine as he pulls out. I collapse onto the bed as he disposes of the condom. When he returns, he flops beside me, yanking me blindly to him and squeezing me tight.
Somewhere along the line, it felt like he was fighting some demons I couldn’t see, but it doesn’t matter. Because I have my Reid back now.
I almost stop breathing.
My Reid ?
No. He’s not mine. And never will be.
I swallow the lump in my throat as he rains kisses on my shoulder.