Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
The feel of Reid’s fingers twitching around my breast woke me. I slowly opened up my eyes to see his loft lit up by soft morning light. It felt early. I wouldn’t know for sure until I checked my phone.
Reid mumbled something in his sleep behind me and his hand on my breast twitched again. One of his legs shifted, making me realize it was between mine, and his pelvis nestled closer to my backside. We were both naked. So there wasn’t any hiding how hard he was pressed to my tailbone.
I couldn’t stop my smile. I wouldn’t mind waking up like this for the rest of my life. With him clinging to me or my cheek pressed to Roe’s chest or to sweet kisses along my skin from Wyatt.
I ran my nails lightly over Reid’s hand on my breast. I outlined a little heart he had tattooed above his thumb that was similar to the one below Wyatt’s hip. Seeing his tattoos reminded me of the big guardian angel on his back.
“What are you thinking about?” he said with that deep, relaxed voice you get after just waking up.
“I think, instead of having a guardian angel, I was sent you three.”
He kissed the back of my shoulder.
I laced my fingers with his. “Thank you for taking me to Bram—for getting me out of that house.” I smiled. “Thank you for being an asshole.”
He didn’t move for a moment before he pushed himself up onto his elbow and pulled his hand from mine to grasp my chin.
He gently turned my face so we could meet each other’s eyes.
We didn’t mask what we were thinking or feeling.
We stared, letting each other see completely unguarded.
His expression was soft and through his whiskey eyes I could see how much I meant to him.
In that moment, I felt important to him.
He leaned down, kissing me. It wasn’t rushed.
Neither was his hand as he lifted my leg and slid himself between my thighs, rocking his cock along my pussy with slow torturous strokes until neither of us could take it anymore.
He pushed himself inside me, making me moan into his mouth.
In and out he moved while continuing to kiss me.
It was like he was trying to show me something without saying it.
Even though he was different and he felt different, the feeling I got from him in that moment was like what I felt when Roe made love to me.
He abruptly stopped. Every inch of him as still as a statue.
I reached up and touched the side of his face. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not wearing a condom,” he said.
Oh. “I’m clean.”
“Not what I was worried about.”
“Can’t you just pull out—?”
He cursed. “Are you ready to have my baby? Because that’s what we’re risking if we use that method.”
My mouth dropped open slightly as the words my baby rang on repeat in my head. The possessiveness sewn into that question made my brain short-circuit for a second. “I meant can you pull out and put one on. And no, I’m not ready to have your baby. Or Roe’s. Or Wyatt’s.”
He pulled out of me. “I’m not ready, either.”
As he reached into his nightstand, I rolled onto my stomach. “Is that what you see in the future? Having a family with me?”
He rolled the condom on and climbed above me on all fours. I felt him press his mouth between my shoulder blades as he straddled the backs of my thighs. “I told you that I don’t let people who are temporary into my space.”
I smiled happily into the pillow so he wouldn’t see.
His hands grabbed me by the hips, lifting slightly as he pushed back inside me. I moaned while he grunted out a curse. “You’re even tighter like this.”
Moving inside me, he leaned over me with his hand resting on the bed by my head. He kissed and nipped along my shoulder and neck. He took me like that until I was moaning loudly into the pillow as I came.
His thrusts became shorter, deeper, harder as I squeezed around him. I watched his hand fist the pillow as he got close to his own climax. With one last deep slam into me, he grunted. He held himself buried all the way inside me, the tip of him kissing my cervix, as he came into the condom.
Reid stayed like that for a moment as he caught his breath. It was all that could be heard in the loft until a very familiar voice said, “What would you rate this compared to last time, Roe?”
Reid let out an annoyed sigh. “I clearly made a mistake giving you two keys to my place.” Then he pulled out. Before he climbed off me, he grabbed the sheet on his bed and covered me up.
As I rolled over and sat up, I covered myself up to my breasts as if my other two boyfriends hadn’t already seen me naked before. Roe and Wyatt were standing at the foot of the bed like they had the last time I’d slept over here.
“What do you think is going to happen when we move in together?” Wyatt asked.
Reid didn’t respond as he removed the condom, got up, and walked to the bathroom naked.
I pulled my knees to my chest as I met Roe’s stare. He had yet to say anything and I wanted to gauge what he was thinking.
I didn’t know what he saw on my face, but he came over and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. He kissed me. “Are you hungry?”
I nodded, and as I stared at him, I realized something. “What about school?”
Wyatt plopped down on the bed on my other side. “We’re skipping today.”
“And what are we going to do all day?” I asked.
Reid returned with a towel wrapped around his waist and made his way over to his dresser.
Wyatt smirked as he looked from Reid to me. “I have some suggestions, but I don’t think Reid is ready to share just yet.”
I couldn’t stop my eyes from going wide as I looked to Roe, who took in my shocked expression with a smile.
Reid pulled out a shirt and threw it, hitting Wyatt in the face. Reid glanced at me. “You can wear that, if you want.”
Wyatt pulled the shirt off his face and held it out to me.
I let the sheet drop, revealing my breasts. I could feel three sets of eyes watching me, or more specifically my breasts, as I put the shirt on. “What made you decide to skip today?”
“Well, school started a half hour ago and Brandon’s back today,” Roe said. “I don’t think you should have to deal with bullshit two days in a row.”
“We brought breakfast and a shit-ton of snacks,” Wyatt said. “Let’s have a chill day and then we’ll take you home when Bram gets off work.”
They knew I wanted to talk to Bram. I had called them last night before falling asleep and told them I was with Reid and why.
I had also sent a text last night to Bram informing him I was staying over at Reid’s.
He had responded with a simple okay, which was sort of upsetting.
I had yet to text him this morning. I’d do that in a minute. “What did you bring for breakfast?”
Pretty much the whole day was the four of us eating and watching movies back-to-back.
I sat between Roe and Wyatt on the couch and Reid sat in his chair.
We laughed. I cuddled with each of them.
Not long after breakfast, Roe brought out a joint that we passed around.
Once we finished it, I understood the reason for the shit-ton of snacks.
The day was nearly the perfect lazy day that I hoped we’d have many of in the future.
Then five o’clock came and it was time for me to go home. Roe and Wyatt drove me and dropped me off. I was wearing yesterday’s jeans and the shirt Reid had lent me.
As I walked up the driveway, I noticed Bram in the garage tinkering with his bike. I headed in that direction, unable to wait any longer. He watched as I walked right up to him. Immediately, I got hit with the urge to cry and my eyes flooded.
“You don’t get to do that,” I said to him. “I needed you here and you took off.”
His shoulders slumped, but he didn’t look surprised by my reaction. He set down his tools and stood. “I’m sorry. I needed to cool off and clear my head.”
Tears rolled down my cheeks. “She deserved it. What you did—she deserved all of it and more. But you scared me and I needed you here. I needed to talk to you so I could see you past what you did. I needed to be reminded that you’re you.
After Donnie, you made sure I was okay. With Clay, you made sure I was okay. Yesterday, you told me to go home.”
He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me.
“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, kid. I knew I scared you.
I’ve never raised my hand to a woman before.
” He sighed. “When I saw her, I fucking lost it. She hurt you so much. She hurt my kid and she was trying to hurt you again. Seeing you on the ground, the rage that hit me…I wanted to make her pay. I don’t know how I reeled myself in.
But the damage had been done, and I could see your shock. Your fear. I’m sorry.”
My arms tightened around him. “Will I sound childish if I say all you needed to do was hug me and I would have felt better?”
“No,” he said quickly. “You’ll never be too old to get a hug from me. I’m your dad and I love you, kid.”
Hearing that made more tears fall from my eyes. For so long I’d ached for a parent like everyone else had. And here it was—here he was. A parent who loved me.
“Thank you,” I cried against his chest.
“For what?” he asked.
“For loving me.”
His arms tightened around me a little. “You don’t have to thank me for that.”
We hugged each other for a while until he finally spoke again. “Why don’t we go out to eat, just the two of us?”
I pulled away. “I was planning on running to the craft store. I need things to draw my final.”
“We can go after,” he said.
“All right.” I headed for the door that led into the house. “Let me change.”
“You might want to shower, too,” he said.
I spun around and stared at him questioningly.
“You smell like you’ve been smoking pot all day.” He gave me a disapproving look.
I didn’t respond, but I didn’t have to.
“Go shower and then we’ll leave,” he ordered.
Just before I went inside, I glanced back at him. “Hey, Bram?”
“Yeah, kid?”
“I love you, too,” I said, and as I went inside, I caught sight of the smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth.
That night I worked on my drawing of love.