13. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Reed
After Leon leaves, we sit in silence until Ali excuses herself. Max turns toward me. “What is our first move?” His voice is strained, and I relate to his anger and the urge to burn the world down that I see in his eyes. I feel it as well.
“Time to find out everything we can about this Dennis guy,” I say, looking toward Jessie, Gabe, and Nick. “You know the drill, leave no stone unturned. I want everything on this fucker.” They all nod before standing up and leaving through the front door. I turned toward Max. “I’m not going to ask how deep you are in the Ricci family because I don’t care unless it becomes a problem for Ali and the boys. However, do you think there is anyone who could help us out?”
“You care for her, don’t you?” Max leans forward, resting his elbow on the table.
“I do,” I say, mimicking his posture and never looking anywhere but his eyes. I’m not going to back down from anyone. Never have. Never going to.
“I might have someone that can help us. What do we need?”
“I need someone who can track down this Demon guy. We are good, but we aren’t that good.” I’m not arrogant enough to not admit when we need more help. We can track down anyone, and I know just enough to use the dark web, but by the sound of this guy means that my skills won’t be enough.
“I’ll make a few phone calls,” Max says, standing up. Ali comes back into the room and freezes when she sees him walking toward the front door.
“Caleb, where are you going? I thought we could talk,” she whispers.
He turns around immediately and heads toward her. I should leave them alone to have a moment, but I can’t. I don’t really trust him or his involvement with the family that caused my girl harm. “We will have plenty of time to talk. I’m just stepping out to make a call. I’ll be right back, Sarah.” He bends down to kiss her cheek.
Once he is outside, I get up and cross the room to pull her into me. She buries her head in my chest and starts to cry. I pick her up, and my body heats when she wraps herself around me. There will be time to indulge in my needs later. Right now, I need to be there for whatever she needs as her world shatters again. “I’m here,” I whisper as I head up the stairs and into the master bedroom.
“I can’t believe this is all happening. My brother is alive and working for the family that tried to kill him. I’m being stalked by the guy who abused me for years. And I’m in the arms of my fucking teacher. Who I slept with last night,” Ali says, her cries becoming louder. I gently lay her on the bed and crawl up over her body. Her eyes are closed, and her face is scrunched up in pain. I know it’s not physical pain but mental pain. I want to take it away, but there is nothing I can do about it. Not right now, but soon, I will eliminate everything that dares to harm her.
“It will all be okay. No one is going to hurt you or the boys. Never again. Not as long as I have a say in the matter. I promise.” That promise is the easiest thing I have ever said in my entire life. Slowly, Ali’s tears run dry, and her sobs subside. “Can I ask you a question?” I’m still hovering over her, with her thighs on either side of me. Of course, my dick is hard because the fucker is addicted to her, but I choose to ignore it.
“I guess,” Ali says, running her hands up my arms.
“What name do you want me to call you?” Her gray eyes bounce between mine with a hint of confusion in them. “Sarah, Kate, or Ali?”
“Ali,” she sighs. “Sarah is gone. I stopped being her the minute they loaded me in the ambulance, and I watched four caskets get wheeled down the church aisle on a laptop. Kate died the moment Dennis didn’t listen to my pleas to stop. I’m Ali. She is strong and independent, and I like her.”
“So do I. Can I kiss you?” Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, and all I want is to lower myself down on top of her. I want to make her forget, even for a moment, all she has gone through today.
“Please,” she whispers. I don’t wait another second. I close the space between us and slant my lips across hers. She kisses me back with so much fire that I’m not sure how the bed hasn’t caught a flame. Her nails dig into my back, and her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me snugly against her.
My hands move to the bottom of her shirt, and I pull back away from her pillowy, soft lips. “I need your consent,” I say in a growl. Ali nods her head and tries to pull my mouth back to hers, but I don’t let her. “I need words.”
“Fucking kiss me, Reed. Take my clothes off and do things to my body that no one has done before,” she demands.
I groan but give her what we both want. I pull her shirt off, and my mouth waters at every inch of her skin that I unveil. Reaching around her, I unbuckle her bra and toss it somewhere behind me. My mouth latches onto one of her nipples that have pebbled in the cool air around us. I flick my tongue over it, and she bows her back, pushing me closer. My fingers pinch and play with her other nipple. I thrust into her and groan at the friction of my jeans. With a loud pop, I switch breasts, licking and nibbling at the other. Ali’s hands are threaded through my hair, keeping me in place.
“I need more,” she begs.
“Where do you want me?” I ask against her skin.
“In… inside me.” Ali moans, the sound going straight to my already hard dick. As quickly as possible, I strip out of my clothes as Ali watches with lust-filled eyes. This is the first time she has seen me naked, and I love the way her gaze feels. When I push my pants down, releasing my cock she gasps. I might not have the length of others, but I make up for it in girth. “Shit,” she says, and I watch her throat as she swallows loudly.
“Take your pants off and show me what’s mine,” I demand, wrapping a hand around my shaft and squeezing hard to hold off the orgasm that is quickly building in me. I will not come until I’m deep in her. I hesitate for a moment, thinking she won’t listen, but her hands go to her pants, and she pushes them down. After she kicks them off, she wastes no time spreading her legs, giving me the perfect view of her pink, glistening pussy.
I walk over to my bedside table and pull out a condom, tossing it on the bed beside her. Ali’s eyes follow my every move. I crawl on the bed and back in between her legs. A moan falls from both of us when my dick slides against her. “At any point, if you want to stop, all you have to say is stop. Had I known your past last night, we wouldn’t have had sex,” I say, using my fingers to grip her chin, making sure she is looking right at me.
“Don’t do that. Don’t regret or look back on last night as anything less than what it was.”
“What was it?” I raise an eyebrow and cock my head to the side.
“Perfect. Now shut up and fuck me, Professor Black.” I growl at her use of my name like that, and Ali smiles like she knows exactly what it does to me.
“I don’t think I will,” I say with a smirk of my own. Ali’s eyes widen, and her cheeks start turning a lovely pink shade. I know she thinks that I’m about to put a stop to this, but nothing but the word stop out of her mouth could keep me from being inside her again. Instead, I wrap my hands around her waist and flip us over. Now I’m on my back, and she is splayed out on top of me. “You are going to fuck me, Little One.”
Using my chest, Ali pushes herself up and brings her legs up, so they are resting next to my thighs. Her wet pussy rubs against me, and I groan, closing my eyes. Her hands run down my chest, nails leaving little scratches behind, and I pray she brings blood. I want her to scar me, mark me as her own because soon I plan on marking her so everyone knows who the fuck she belongs to. My taste in sexual activities runs dark, but I will show her that side slowly. When she gets to my waist, she snatches the condom off the bed with one hand and shifts back so she is sitting on my thighs and using the other hand to stroke me. My hips jerk up off the bed at the feel of her warm hand wrapped around me.
“Fuck Little One. If you keep that up, this is going to be over before we start,” I moan.
Ali smiles, and I love seeing her like this. Her blonde hair is down, I don’t know when that happened, but for the first time today, there is no hint of sadness, fear, or anger in her eyes. All I see is pure lust, and my chest expands with pride because I put that there. I replaced everything wrong with something amazing. She rips the condom open, sheaths my length with it, and then starts to lower herself down.
“Shit, I love the way you stretch me,” Ali says, looking down to see how good she looks around me. “I’ve never felt like this before. What are you doing to me?”
My hands grip her thighs as I watch her sink down, loving the way she squeezes me tightly. “The same thing you’re doing to me.”
We both moan when I’m fully inside her. The way her walls are fluttering around me, I can tell she is so close to coming, and so am I. I pride myself on my stamina, but something about her makes me lose my mind. “Little One, we both need and want you to move. Take whatever you need from me. You have all the control. I’m under your mercy,” I say, reminding her of her position.
Hearing how she has complete control over this moment spurs Ali to move. She rises off me and sinks back down slowly as if to test herself. I don’t care what speed she moves or how she moves. I’m going to make sure she enjoys this because I sure as fuck am. “Is that okay?” she asks as she swirls her hips.
My hands tighten on her hips. “Goddamn, yes. Everything you do is perfect,” I say, ending on an animalist moan. Ali starts to gain confidence and begins to ride me harder. I try to contain the urge to thrust up from under her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ali moans. Her thighs start to shake, and her walls tighten around me as she chases her release. “Reed, I need—”
I remove my right hand and snake it between our bodies. My fingers find her pulsing clit and using the wetness that is pouring from my girl, I push hard against that little bundle of nerves. Ali throws her head back and screams my name. “I’m going to take over from here. Is that okay?” I ask, my voice strained because of how tight she has become and the need to fucking come.
“Yes,” she moans, head still thrown back in ecstasy. Planting my feet on the bed, I thrust up into her hard. She groans and claws at my chest as her head falls forward. Her blonde hair tickles my abs as her body bounces with each hard thrust. My balls draw up tight, and fire licks up my spine as I moan Ali’s name and empty into the condom.
Ali collapses on me, and I wrap her up in my arms. I stroke her back as my heart rate starts to slow. We should move so I can take care of the condom, but I’m content right where I am. But I need to make sure she is okay. “Are you okay?” I ask, gathering her hair and moving it over her shoulder to see her blissed-out face. She has a bright, big smile, and her eyes are closed.
“Better than okay. Reed,” she says, opening her eyes and pushing herself off of me. She lands on the bed right beside me, lying on her side so she is looking at me. I reach down and pull off the condom, tie the end, and throw it in the trashcan by the bed. Turning over, I wrap my arms around her. “I’m not broken. Well, not anymore. Besides a new identity, Demon offered to pay for therapy, and I took it. I’ve worked through all the trauma surrounding my rape. I’m not scared of you. So you don’t have to treat me like I’m going to break. I might not have a lot of sexual experience, but I’m not scared to be with a man.”
I listen to her words and read her expressions to see if she’s lying, but I find nothing but the truth. “Okay,” I say, leaning forward to kiss her gently. “I’ll be right back. Why don’t you check in on the boys?” I head into the bathroom with a smirk on my face because I feel her eyes on my ass. I clean myself up and take the rag back to the bedroom. Ali is sitting up in bed, smiling at her phone. Reaching up, I grab her ankles and pull her down. I push open her thighs and clean her up before tossing the rag in the corner.
“That was a bit unnecessary but thank you. The boys are enjoying themselves with Grandmama,” she says, turning her phone around so I can see a picture of Caleb and Jacob playing in the sand at the park. Ali puts her phone down and lays back against the pillows. “So what now?”
“Now I go to work finding this Dennis fucker, and you greet the movers with yours and the boys’ stuff,” I say, heading toward my closet to get some clean clothes. I look over my shoulder to find Ali staring at my ass again. I flex my muscles and love the sound of her laugh. “Keep ogling me like that and neither of us will be doing anything today. I’m trying to be good here, but you are making me want to be all kinds of bad.”
“Okay,” she says. Once dressed, I find Ali sitting on the bed in one of my T-shirts and her jeans. God, I love the sight of her in my clothes.
“You’re not going to fight me on this?” I ask, leaning against the door frame.
“Nope. I haven’t felt like this in years.”
“Like what?” I ask.
Ali stands up and walks toward me. I watch her hips sway side to side and wish I could stay home to fuck her the way I’m dying to do. She wraps her arms around my waist and lays her head against my chest. I pull her closer as she says, “Safe, cared for, and protected. I don’t care that we might not know each other. We have all the time in the world for that, but I’m done. I want to be here. You want me here, and I’m pretty damn sure my boys already love you.”
“Music to my fucking ears, Little One,” I say.