Chapter 9 #2
“’Preciate that,” I offered, not even bothering to dispute his claim about me hanging around.
Melvina delivered a slice of cake to Reece’s plate and sat across from us. “So how are things going out there?”
“Good, actually. We got the barn door fixed and made it to Phoxes to get my tree yesterday.”
“Mhm, that’s good but that’s not what I’m asking.”
“Well that’s all you’re getting,” Reece warned. I chuckled and she narrowed her eyes on me, so I decided to mind my business and try the cake that had my stomach growling. As soon as the first bite met my tongue, I knew I was in trouble.
“Shit, this is good.”
“Of course it is. It’s my special recipe.” Melvina smiled proudly while I forced the follow up forkful into my mouth.
“Tastes like a gingerbread cookie,” I mumbled, wiping my mouth.
“That’s exactly what it is. Well, gingerbread cake to be exact,” Reece confirmed, taking her first bite. “I’ve been in love with this cake since I was a kid.”
“I see why. It’s good as hell.”
“Thank you. Maybe you can get Reece to make you one.”
My gaze shifted to Reece who rolled her eyes and worked on finishing the slice on her plate.
We stayed for about another hour, sitting out on the glass enclosed porch at the back of the house. Melvina made sure to introduce me to all the guests between having me doing odd jobs like fixing a string of falling lights or bringing in wood from the shed.
She worked me however she could but I didn’t really mind because Melvina was a sweetheart. She was also nosy as hell, because every time she sent me away, she was grinning and whispering with Reece, which made me believe the manual labor was intentional.
We made it back to the ranch just before sunset and about an hour ahead of the snow, so I showered and got comfortable for the night before joining Reece at her house to keep her company while she made dinner. We ate and were now settled in a spare room, with me watching Reece make jewelry.
She was cute as fuck focused on the task of hammering a piece of copper about the size of a straw around a metal cylinder.
The way she had her lip tucked between her teeth, brows slanted in, and eyes locked in on what she was working, had me thinking I could sit here for hours and watch this woman lost in her world.
She loved this and it showed in the work she created.
The site where she posted her designs did very little to display how dope they were.
I wanted the buckle she promised but I also wanted her to design one without my input to see if she could create something that fit my vibe.
I was eager to absorb every fucking detail about Reece because I needed all she had to offer locked into a space that belonged just to me.
“You have to trust the process.” The amusement in her voice had me exposing a grin.
“I do?”
“No, you don’t. I can see that suspect look on your face. You’re not convinced.” She didn’t bother looking at me because she now had a small welding tool in hand, holding it over a honeycomb welding plate.
“I trust the process, just not you using that spot welder in here. Trying to make sure you don’t burn this damn house down.”
She smiled big as hell and glanced at me. “I’m a pro. I know what I’m doing. I won’t burn the house down.”
“I’m gonna have to trust you on that.”
“Yep, you do.” She turned off the welder and held up what I now knew was a bracelet. “See, I’m done and the house is still standing.”
I tossed my chin. “What’s next?”
“I have to polish this one and all of those.” She pointed to the table next to her where there were stacks of the same bracelet she held in her hand.
They were made from different metals and still in their raw state.
There were also other pieces that needed the same attention, which had me slightly annoyed because I had other plans.
“You have another one of those?” I pointed to the handheld rotary tool she used to polish them.
“Yes, why?”
“I’m going to help.”
“No you’re not. You don’t know how.”
“You can teach me. I’m pretty damn resourceful, Reece. I’m sure I can handle buffing bracelets.”
She frowned again. “I’m sure you can but these are for orders I need to have ready for Jubilee. Maybe you can try something else.”
I grinned because she was in panic mode.
This was her baby—her art, her brand—and she didn’t trust me.
Reece didn’t want me fucking up her pieces and she also had a problem with relinquishing control.
All of which I understood and wasn’t the least bit offended by, but right now, I wanted her time.
In order for me to have it, I needed to make sure she didn’t fall behind with her priorities. That meant putting in work.
I stood and crossed the room, taking the bracelet from her hand before I lifted the rotary tool and began the process of buffing the metal. It didn’t take long for me to get one side finished and she watched, like she was going to jump out of the chair and stop me at any moment if I messed up.
“Like I said, I can figure it out. You can teach me the technique to get it done more efficiently later, but right now…”
I placed both items down and turned her chair so she faced me. I kneeled between her legs and spread her thighs, working my way between. “I want your body and your time.”
“I’m busy,” she said when her eyes dropped to mine while she allowed me to hook my fingers into the sides of her flannel pajama pants.
“And I’m selfish.” I tugged, and she lifted when I tugged again, signaling that I wanted her out of them.
I moved back enough to get them off once she lifted, then sat on the floor, extending my legs under the chair beneath her. My head was at the perfect height to accomplish my goal. “Come here.”
“Ro…”
“Your pussy is already in my face, so unless you’re about to tell me how much you approve of me using my mouth to make you cum, don’t be calling my name until I make that shit happen.”
She accepted the plan and scooted forward. “Lift your legs.”
When she did, I worked my arms under Reece’s thighs and brought her to me, smiling against her when my tongue made contact and she moaned.
“I approve…” she said in a low rasp that had me chuckling lightly before I sucked her clit.
“I’m sure you do. You start. I want to watch for a minute.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Reece.”
Her thighs tensed but she lifted a hand and moved it between her legs. As soon as she touched herself, my dick jumped. She moved two fingers, outlining it, rubbing back and forth before she focused on her clit again.
“How’s that feel?” I asked, then kissed the inside of her thigh.
“Good but it would feel better if it was you.”
“Keep going, I got you.”
She eased the same two fingers past her folds and let them dip inside.
They glided out slowly before returning a little deeper.
When she circled them and moaned, I had to join.
I covered her hand with mine and let my fingers ease between hers.
She tried to pull her hand away, ready for me to take over, but I shut that down.
“Don’t stop.”
When I lifted my eyes, she licked her lips and did as I asked, driving her fingers deeper, at a steadier pace. I added one of mine and she jerked, rocking her hips.
“You think she’s ready for me?”
“Yes, fuck yes.” She pushed her fingers in deep and held them there, trying to tighten her thighs around her hand but I held them open.
“Nah, she ain’t ready,” I said lowly, pushing her hand away and burying my face.
My lips wrapped around her clit and I sucked and teased it with my tongue.
My teeth were next. I bit down gently before I sucked it between my lips again.
Her hips jerked hard before she circled them, grinding against me.
“Oh my fucking goodness,” she mumbled through a moan.
I hooked my arms under her thighs again and brought her closer, devouring her pussy like food was no longer an option and she was all I had.
And she would be my only meal…indefinitely.
I was gonna eat this shit up. I need her to come on my tongue and on my dick.
“How’s that feel, Reece?”
“Good, so damn good.”
Every few minutes I lifted my eyes, taking in the shifts in her expression.
Each time I sucked her clit, let my tongue dive in that pussy, or licked her from north to south, she gave me something different.
I felt her breaking and I needed that. I pulled one of my arms from under her thigh and pushed two fingers in as deep as they could go.
“Ride my hand, Reece. You want me to work, you better act like you deserve it.”
“I do…” she rushed out and circled her hips, grinding harder against my face.
I smirked and stepped my game up. I opened my mouth wide and sucked her entire pussy, replacing my fingers with my tongue.
I alternated between a deep dive and circling her clit until she was trembling and tensing through her orgasm.
While she struggled to level her breathing, I shoved a hand in my pocket and removed a condom, not at all concerned that she’d know I planned on the night ending this way. After I ripped it open, removed my throbbing dick, and covered myself, I reached up and guided her down on me.
She hissed and her lids fluttered when my dick filled her. I brought her into my chest and delivered a trail of kisses down her neck. “You need a minute?”
“No.” She rocked forward and circled her hips so I brought my hands down and slipped them beneath her to guide her motions. Each time I lifted Reece and brought her to me, allowing her pussy to swallow my dick, I gritted my teeth because she felt so damn good.
I removed one of my hands, grabbed her face, and shoved my tongue into her mouth. The kiss was rough, making her moan into my mouth while she slowly ground on my dick.
“You better fuck me, Reece,” I demanded and she smiled lazily.