Chapter 42
Forty-Two
REESE
Why am I so turned on right now?
My body is in a state of chaos, yet the only thing I can focus on is the way Malaki’s tongue just slipped out of his mouth to wet his lip.
“Take your anger out on me, Reese,” he chokes out. “I beg you.”
Just hearing his voice sends tingles to the quiet parts of my body. My breasts ache so much that I reach behind me and unclasp my bra without thought.
Malaki wastes no time gliding his palm against my skin until he slips beneath the cup to feel my hard nipple.
Our eyes stay locked as he touches each breast, his breathing fast and swift.
I arch my back and press myself closer to his hand.
My head tips back with the faint skim of his fingers against my nipple.
“Don’t hold back,” he presses. “Take what you need.”
Doing exactly as he says, I unbutton my jeans and take his hand from beneath my shirt. I slowly guide it down the front of my body and push his fingers there.
With his other hand, he grips the back of my head with tender force and brings my face to his. I’m sent to a completely new high when he kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth like he wants to memorize it.
He breaks away. “I like you angry,” he murmurs against my lips. “You’re so wet and needy.”
I gasp when he pushes a finger inside of me.
“Yes,” I moan. “Right there.”
I’m out of control with need. The day melts away as each of my emotions comes together as one.
My hips rock back and forth as I chase the high. Malaki’s fingers work their magic as his other hand roams my body. “Look at you letting go,” he groans. “I fucking love it.”
I drop my forehead to his shoulder and curve my hips to meet more of his hand. “Malaki.” His name hardly makes it out of my mouth before I’m tumbling into an abyss. Heat covers me from head to toe, a line of fireworks shooting down to my toes.
“Just like that.” His hot breath coats my neck. “You soaked my hand just like you needed to.”
My body ignites into a full-on fire, and suddenly, I want more.
I quickly climb off Malaki’s lap, and he immediately adjusts himself, pressing hard on his dick. He follows my every move with a hazy look, his gaze trailing my movements as I shimmy out of my jeans, kicking them off to the side.
“Goddamn,” he murmurs. “You’re perfect, Dimples. You know that?”
I glance away until his hands grip my hips again. He tugs me in between his legs. “Do we need a mirror again so I can show you all the parts of your body that are perfect? Cause I’ll take you in the bathroom if you need me to.”
Feeling bolder than ever, I shake my head. “I want you to take me right here.”
His pupils dilate. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”
Malaki lifts up, pulls his pants down, and sits me on top of his lap within record time.
A rushed gasp floats from my lips when he pulls my panties to the side and angles himself.
The tip of his dick nearly slides in on its own, but he stops for a quick second.
I stare down at him, ready to sit, but he shakes his head and pulls on my thin cotton panties quickly, tearing them from my body.
My jaw drops, and he grins.
Then he pushes into me at once.
“Spread wide,” he demands. “I’m not even close to being done with you.”
He grunts when he pushes in deeper. A shattered breath escapes my lungs, and Malaki catches it with his mouth. His hand goes around my neck as his tongue flicks against mine. He kisses me until I’m seeing stars, and my skin prickles with heat.
“Fuck, Reese,” he rasps. “This body. It was made for me.”
I think he may be right.
I moan, and the bundle of pleasure starts to untie.
“You like that?” he mutters. “You like knowing you were made for me?”
“Malaki.”
“My name falling from your lips…” he groans. “Say it again.”
“Malaki–” I can’t hold back any longer. An orgasm shatters through me, ripping me apart from the inside out. Malaki’s hand covers my mouth to quiet my moans while pressing up into me with a long pause.
“F-fuck,” he hisses. “Come here.”
Suddenly, Malaki is on his back, and I’m lying on top of him. I tremble, my body still riding the high of what we just did.
“Shh,” he whispers into my ear, rubbing his hand down my spine softly. “Coach Jones.”
My body stills.
Malaki’s mouth hovers over my ear. “Don’t worry, Dimples. I’d rather die than let anyone see that pretty, orgasmic glow on your face. That’s for me and only me.”
My heart moves, like it’s trying to make space for him.
“You’re my fiancée.” He pushes my hair away from my ear, giving him more access to whisper. “That means you’re mine to protect. Always.”
For the first time since we entered this facade, I don’t correct him.
“Zoe!” I shout up the stairs. “Are you ready? I don’t want to miss warm-ups.”
Charleigh wiggles in my arms, her blue bow poking me in the eye. “Ow.” I grab my eye and plop her onto the ground. She quickly crawls for the stairs, as if I’m not going to be right behind to redirect her elsewhere—apparently, with only one eye.
I squint through the burn and swoop Charleigh up to place her farther down the hall. “No way, missy! You’re not old enough for stairs yet.”
“Da!”
I put a hand on my hip. “Malaki isn’t here to save you from mean ol’ Mommy,” I tease.
Charleigh sits on her butt and stares up at me. “DA!” she repeats, only this time louder.
“He’s corrupted you,” I mutter through a smile.
She smiles at me, her freshly cut tooth peeking through the swollen gum. I sigh. “Don’t worry, baby…he’s corrupted me too.”
I call up the stairs again. “Zoe! I’m leaving without you.”
Her voice echoes, “I’m coming! I’m coming! Jeez!”
My only response is the jingling of my keys.
Charleigh has made her way over to the banister to pull herself up. I quickly bend to snap a photo of her in the little Blue Devils jersey I found in her room this morning, courtesy of Malaki.
Young is printed on the back, the number 5 the size of her entire torso. It fits her like a dress, so I paired it with a cute pair of bloomers I found at Goodwill months ago. I sewed ruffles on the butt to give it some more life, along with her socks so she matched.
I fire the photo off to Malaki, letting him know we’re running late, and as if Charleigh somehow knows, she yells, “Da!”
“He’s at the rink, baby.” I angle my chin up the stairs and raise my voice. “Which is where we should be!”
Zoe’s head appears over the top of the banister, her voluminous dark waves hanging low. “I’m coming!”
“Wow,” I say. “Look at you. Hair done and everything?”
She pretends to be bashful. “Oh, stop it, you.” Then she disappears again.
I snort and glance back at Charleigh. My stomach drops when she isn’t in the same spot she was in a second ago. I spin around in a circle until my sights lock onto her tiny jersey.
“Charleigh!” I shriek.
I’m halfway to her when a blur of blue whooshes forward, heading toward the hard floor from the third stair.
I dive, but her thud comes before mine.
My shoulder bangs against the wall, and Charleigh’s head hits the last stair.
“What was that–” Zoe gasps.
“Charleigh!” Ignoring the pain in my shoulder, I scoop her up into my arms.
Her cry is delayed, which is how I know it’s bad.
As if she ran out of air, she pauses and then screams.
“Oh shit, Reese.” Zoe is behind me. “Do not panic.”
I pull Charleigh from my chest and freeze.
Blood pours from her forehead, mixing in with her tears as she cries harder.
Zoe presses a towel to the gaping cut, and then we make eye contact.
“Hospital,” I choke out.
“I’ll get the car.”