Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dakota
What am I doing?
As Reid leads me out of the bar, his arm wrapped around my waist, my heart pounds crazily.
It’s a familiar sensation, but this time it’s different. Faster, sharper, like I’ve just stepped off the edge of a cliff and I’m falling without a parachute.
The cool night hits me like a splash of cold water, and I think about turning back, about keeping my feet planted firmly on the ground.
But then Reid’s laugh breaks through my racing thoughts, and I glance up at him. He’s smiling, genuine, playful, and suddenly, the fear doesn’t seem so loud anymore.
It’s drowned out by the excitement, by the way his hand feels around my waist, pulling me closer to him with every step.
“Where are we going?” I ask, a little breathless, but I can’t quite hide the grin tugging at my lips.
“Somewhere fun,” he says with a wink, as if that explains everything.
It doesn’t, of course, but it’s enough to keep me moving forward.
We step out into the parking lot, the sound of our shoes against the gravel mixing with the soft murmur of the town in the distance. I can hear the laughter from the bar, but it feels miles away now, part of some other life.
It’s just me and him, and I have no idea where this is headed.
I feel tipsy, but it’s not just the alcohol. It’s him. The way he’s looking at me, like I’m the only person in the world. And that’s enough to make me forget all the rules I’ve spent so long following.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I ask, a little teasing, but also uncertain.
Tonight has not gone the way I planned, and I don’t know if I should just… throw caution to the wind in this way.
Reid just shrugs, his grin widening. “When’s the last time you did something spontaneous? Live a little, Dakota.”
His words float between us, and I let them hang there before something inside me clicks. Maybe it’s the whiskey still buzzing in my veins, or maybe it’s just the way he’s looking at me like he’s waiting for me to jump.
Either way, I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head as I reach for his hand.
“Alright. Lead the way,” I say, my heart doing that thing again. Fluttering in my chest, trying to escape.
Reid’s eyes light up, and without another word, he tugs me toward the truck. I follow willingly, my mind a swirl of questions and excitement, but all I can focus on right now is the way he makes me feel.
Alive, untethered, and like anything is possible.
When we reach the truck, Reid turns to me with that grin again, only this time there’s something more in his gaze that feels heavier, but in the best way.
“Well?” he says, taking a step closer, his breath warm against my ear. “What do you say, Fletcher? Ready for a little fun?”
I swallow, my pulse racing. The night stretches out in front of me, full of unknowns, and I’m just… living.
I lean in, my lips brushing his ear as I whisper, “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Reid chuckles, the sound low and full of promise, and before I know it, his lips are on mine, claiming me.
I pull him closer, deepening the kiss, feeling his hand slide up my back, his touch warm and sure. The world fades out, and there’s nothing but us. Kissing and laughing, our lips never quite leaving each other’s as we stumble away from the truck, still caught in the heat of the moment.
“You’re trouble, too, Fletcher,” Reid says playfully between kisses.
I pull away just enough to look at him, grinning. “You have no idea.”
I’m dizzy with the heat of it, the thrill of the moment.
“Your truck’s looking pretty good right now,” I say with a laugh, thick with the alcohol and the heat of the moment.
Reid’s gaze flickers down to my lips, and his thumb brushes across them, tantalizingly slow.
“Guess we can’t waste any more time, then,” he murmurs before pulling me inside his truck, the door slamming behind us.
Inside, the space feels too small, too hot. Reid is everywhere, his hands sliding to the back of my neck, tilting my head so he can kiss me again, deeper this time, as his other hand moves to the hem of my shirt.
The cool leather of the seat contrasts with the warmth spreading through me as I kiss him back with the same urgency.
I can barely catch my breath, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the way he makes me feel. Like I’m the only thing in the world. I’m wanted.
It’s wild and reckless, but I can’t seem to care about anything else.
Reid’s lips trail down my neck, his hands sliding under my shirt, sending waves of heat through my body. I gasp, a shudder running through me.
He lifts his head, eyes full of fire, and I know that whatever we’re doing right now, we both want it just as badly.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, thick with desire.
I nod, barely able to form words, the heat in the car becoming almost unbearable. All I can do is kiss him again, pulling him closer.
“I want you, Dakota,” he breathes, his hands moving lower, his fingertips brushing against the waistband of my jeans. “Now.”
Every thought in my head goes blank. All that matters is him. His touch. His kiss. His body against mine.
I tug at his jeans, desperate to feel him, to have him, to lose myself in this reckless, electrifying moment. I slide onto his lap, straddling him, and he lets out a groan at the friction, his hands gripping my hips to pull me closer.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, full of need.
I move my hips against him, feeling the evidence of how much he wants exactly that. Reid’s hands grip tighter, pulling me to him as if he can’t get enough, his lips finding mine again, hot and needy.
“More than anything,” he mutters against my lips, rough and raw. His hands roam over my body like he’s starving for me.
The way he touches me, it’s like he knows exactly where to press, how to pull, how to make me ache. His fingers trail across my skin with a hunger that makes my breath hitch in my throat.
I can feel the heat of him against me, his body a furnace, and every brush of his fingertips is electricity zipping through me.
The air inside the truck is overwhelming with the smell of leather and sweat, the faint scent of whiskey still lingering on our skin. My head spins as he pulls me closer, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, his breath warm against my skin.
The heat between us is unbearable, suffocating. My skin is hypersensitive to his every touch, the way his hands slide under my clothes, brushing against the softness of my skin, like he can’t get enough of me.
I can feel every movement of his body against mine, the tension building like a coil winding tighter and tighter.
His lips crash against mine again, this time deeper, more urgent. He kisses me like he’s starving, devouring me with a ferocity that sends a thrill racing down my spine.
His hands slide down my back, grasping my ass with a firm, possessive grip. He pulls me flush against him, his body pressed against mine with an intensity that makes my pulse race.
I shift, feeling the hardness of him pressing into me, and it makes my knees weak. His groan vibrates through my chest, low and desperate, and I’m drowning in the sound of it. I want more.
I move against him again, grinding down slowly, teasing him, and his grip tightens on my hips, pulling me harder against him.
His lips find my ear, hot and wet as he whispers, “Do you like that? You like feeling me against you?”
My body responds, a shiver running through me as I nod, my breath coming in gasps. “Yes, Reid. I need more.”
His hands slide up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my thighs as he guides me, positioning me exactly where he wants me. Every touch is powerful, calculated, and it’s driving me crazy.
He leans back, his eyes dark with desire, taking in every inch of me as if I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted. His gaze is possessive, and I love it. Love the way he looks at me, like I’m his.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mutters.
His hands slide lower, his fingers teasing the waistband of my jeans, dipping just below the fabric, making my breath catch. He doesn’t move them further, just teases me, making me squirm against him in frustration.
“Reid,” I breathe, the desperation clear. “Stop teasing.”
He smirks, that wicked, arrogant smile that makes my insides flutter. “You want it, don’t you? You want me to take you, to make you feel every inch of me?”
I can’t form words, just a low, guttural moan as I nod. The tension in my body is unbearable, like I’m strung out on the edge, waiting to fall.
“We need to get rid of these first,” he says, tugging at my jeans again.
His fingers make quick work of buttons and zippers between us, and I help him, pushing the denim down as far as it’ll go in the cramped space.
Finally, I feel the press of his cock beneath me as he pulls me down against him. His hands roam up to my chest, pinching my nipples through the fabric of my shirt.
I gasp, my body arching into his touch. The sensation is electric, and I can’t stop the way my hips grind down against him in response.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Dakota,” he growls, his hands sliding lower, tracing the curve of my hips. Every brush of his fingers is a spark, igniting every inch of my skin. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I breathe desperately. “Take me, Reid. I need you to fuck me.”
Every inch of him is fire against my skin, and when he slides inside me, I can’t help the gasp that escapes me.
He moves slowly, letting me feel every inch of him as he fills me completely, and the sensation is overwhelming. I’m drowning in him.
I gasp at every thrust, every push, every time he hits a spot inside me that makes my legs shake, and my breath catch. He’s relentless, fucking me harder with each movement, his hands gripping me, marking me as his.
“You feel so fucking good, Dakota. So fucking tight.”
My body responds, my hips moving against him instinctively, craving more, deeper, faster. I feel the tension in my core building, swelling until I can’t hold back any longer.
“Reid, I’m—” I can’t finish the sentence, my words lost in a moan as a wave of pleasure crashes over me, making me shudder against him.
My body spasms, and I grip onto him for support, needing to feel every inch of him as I come undone.
Reid follows quickly, his grip tightening on my hips as he thrusts into me one last time, deep and hard, before he groans, his release spilling inside me. I can feel him pulsing, his body stiffening beneath me as he comes, and I’m lost in the sensation of it all.
When it’s over, we’re both breathless, our bodies tangled, slick with sweat. The world outside the truck feels a million miles away.
Reid pulls me to his chest, kissing my forehead softly, his fingers tracing circles on my back as we both try to catch our breath. But even as the heat of the moment fades, I know this feeling, the raw, primal connection between us, will linger long after tonight.