Chapter 22
Evan
Ineeded someone to pinch me, because there was no way this was my real life. I had to be dreaming.
That was the most logical explanation for the fact that Reid was sitting beside me in my car right now, as we drove through the clan lands towards his house. So he could pick up supplies to stay with me. For an undetermined period of time.
In my home.
Seriously, how was this happening?
“Do you think it’s going to snow?” Reid said, face practically pressed to the window. “Those clouds look snowy.”
I was thankful for my fast reflexes. It meant I could keep stealing glances at his handsome profile without putting him at risk. “Do ye know what kind of clouds cause snow?”
“Nimbostratus, mostly. Those are the ones we have right now. See up there? Above the tree line? It looks almost like a grey blanket. Definitely nimbostratus.”
“I see them.” A lie. I didn’t. I hadn’t looked away from Reid. There was something about him when he was sharing his knowledge. Like he was lit up from within, unable to keep still.
It was fascinating. Beautiful.
He tapped his fingers on the dash thoughtfully, still watching the sky. “Cumulonimbus can too, but you see them more often during thunderstorms. Have you heard of thundersnow?”
“I can’t say I have.” I waved at Brodie as we drove past the final checkpoint before leaving clan lands. He gave an exaggerated wriggle of his eyebrows, probably in reference to Reid being beside me.
No doubt both he and Hamish would have a lot to say about this latest development. I had that joy to look forward to. “What happens with thundersnow?”
As Reid launched into an explicit description of what thundersnow was and the perfect conditions needed for it to occur, I gave him my full attention. I asked follow-up questions, delighting in how engaged he was. How enthusiastic.
In the back of my mind, I had to wonder how often Reid had this. I knew without a doubt that he would’ve had to hide this side of himself as a child. His father had even reprimanded him for ‘talking my ears off.’
God, I was glad he was dead.
I knew he wouldn’t have been able to be himself as a kid, but could he now as an adult? I suspected Chester wouldn’t mind him going off on these tangents, but what about his friends? Was he this comfortable with them?
I desperately hoped so.
“Sorry,” Reid said as I pulled into the space next to his car. “I talked the whole way here. You should’ve told me to shut up.”
“Don’t be daft.” I turned the key before facing him. I didn’t like the flush on his cheeks. I’d rather it was there because he was flustered or turned on, not because of embarrassment. “I like hearing you talk, Reid. I learn more from you than anyone else.”
He studied me for a few seconds before a small smile appeared. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
“Aye, sweetheart, I do.” I opened my door before dashing around to his side. Thanks to my supe speed, I was there before he even touched the handle. “Here, let me help you.”
“Such a gentleman,” Reid murmured as he stepped out into the chilly air.
“See? You’re learning things about me already.”
Reid laughed as we made our way up the path. “Aye, but having spent a few hours with your ma, I’m not surprised about that. I suspect she’d have your hide if she thought you were anything but a gentleman.”
“You’re not wrong there.”
Despite knowing the wards had been reinforced overnight, my wolf was on full alert. I swept our surroundings with my gaze as we walked, my body tense, ready to throw myself on Reid at a split second’s notice.
We made it to the front door without incident. It didn’t matter though. After last night, I suspected it’d be a long time before I could relax my guard around Reid when not on the main clan lands.
Reid began his usual pat down for his keys. “Oh fuck, where are they?”
“Here.” I fished them out of my own pocket. “I didn’t want them to go through the washing machine and tumble dryer. Sorry, totally forgot to give them back.”
“Thank you again for washing my clothes.” He narrowed his eyes over his shoulder at me. “Unless this is where you tell me your ma did it?”
“Fuck no,” I said as he opened the door and stepped inside. “I may have a room there, but I’ve been doing my own washing for a few decades now.”
“Good to know you’re not a manchild.” Reid chuckled, toeing his shoes off. He looked at where I was stood on the doorstep and frowned. “Are ye not coming in?”
I shoved my hands into my pockets. “I didn’t want to assume. I can wait here if ye like.”
Reid rolled his eyes. “Don’t be an eejit. Get in. I’m not paying to heat the street.”
I grinned as I stepped in and closed the door behind me. “Just how much time did you spend with Ma?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re turning into her,” I said with mock seriousness. “That line is right out of her playbook.”
Reid smirked. “Oh dear, do we need to call Freud? Because if you’re attracted to someone who you think is like your mother…”
“God.” I winced, putting a hand to my stomach. “Please don’t ever put ‘attraction’ and ‘mother’ together in a sentence again unless you’d like to see the remnants of my last meal.”
Reid blushed. “Sorry. I probably shouldn’t assume you’re attracted to me either. I know you’ve offered me ‘stress relief,’ but that’s not the same thing.”
I backed him up so fast that his shoulders hit the wall. His hands came up to grip my shirt as I slid my thigh between his legs. My forearms boxed him in as I surrounded him completely.
Breathy gasps filled the few inches between our lips. Reid’s pupils were blown as his eyes fixed on my mouth.
“I think it’s safe to say I’m attracted to ye,” I said huskily. “Or did ye forget the night on the sofa? When I made you come before covering you in my own release?”
“Maybe I’ve forgotten,” Reid whispered, his mouth drifting closer to mine.
I smirked, nipping at his jaw lightly. “Do I need to remind ye? Just say the word, Reid, and I’ll happily go to my knees for ye.”
Reid’s eyes were full of indecision as they flicked between my own. “We shouldn’t. It’s not a good idea.”
I’d have believed that if his hands hadn’t been sliding down the front of my shirt. If his fingers hadn’t circled one nipple and then the other. “Or it’s the best idea I’ve ever had.”
His pulse kicked up as his hands drifted further south. “Wouldn’t it complicate things?”
“Only if we let it.” It couldn’t get more complicated for me, not where Reid was concerned. “Look at it this way—you’ve had a stressful few weeks. Would a blow job make you feel better?”
His pink tongue moistened his lips. “When you put it that way…”
My mouth descended hungrily, crashing against his. Both of Reid’s arms came up around my neck as he whimpered. I pushed him harder against the wall as he ground against my thigh. When he tried to climb higher, my hands went behind his knees and lifted.
We’d been here before. The next time it happened, it’d be with my cock stretching him wide.
When Reid was thoroughly breathless, I tore my lips away. I didn’t want him to come like this. I needed to taste it. To taste him.
As I gently lowered him to the floor, Reid grabbed at my neck suddenly. “Are ye sure you won’t regret this after?”
I rested my forehead against his. “I could never regret anything that gives you happiness or pleasure, sweetheart. The real question is, will ye regret it?”
I held my breath as I waited for his answer. If it was in the affirmative, then this was all going to stop. There was no way we’d continue if it was going to cause him stress further down the line.
Reid gave me the sweetest smile and my shoulders relaxed. “No. I think the only regret I’d have is if we didn’t do this. That, and a major case of blue balls.”
I smirked, running a finger along one of his delicate cheekbones. “Well, we can’t have that, now can we?”
His eyes didn’t leave mine as I sank to my knees. As I flicked open the button on his jeans and freed his erection.
I was the one who broke away, completely distracted by the sight before me.
I’d memorised every one of Reid’s six inches the last time.
He was uncut like me. There was a small patch of dark hair at the base of his straight erection.
My mouth watered as I imagined burying my face in it. Of drinking in that scent.
I remembered all of it, but somehow, the memory paled in comparison to the reality. This, right here, was everything.
Wrapping my hand around the base of him, I drew back his foreskin. The shining head of his cock was revealed, a delicious drop of precum waiting for me to scoop it up.
I leaned forward and did just that.
“Fuck, Ev,” Reid whimpered. “You’re going to make me blow before we even start.”
I winked up at him. “Don’t worry. If that happens, we can just test how good your refractory period is.”
I probably should’ve waited for him to respond, but I was too impatient. My dreams had been haunted by the taste of him for too long. I was beyond ready to make them a reality once more.
That didn’t mean I was going to rush though.
Lifting his cock, I lowered my lips to his balls. Frustration zipped through me. I couldn’t quite get the angle right. I shoved at the back of his thigh with a growl. Thankfully, Reid took the hint and put his leg over my shoulder. This new position spread him wide for me.
It was perfection. Exactly what I wanted. Needed.
Reid moaned as I sucked one ball into my mouth, laving it with my tongue. After giving it my full attention, I switched to the other. There’d be no blue balls for Reid. Not on my watch.
His hands were in my hair now, the roots pulling taut under his grip. There was no pain, just unending satisfaction.
Reid had been drowning in sadness for months. So had I. Right now, we were both surfacing. Gasping for the air we both desperately needed to survive.