Chapter 14 — Under The Blanket #5
We walked slowly because rushing would have looked suspicious and because Reese seemed to like the feeling of her hand in mine under the open sky. The lake was a dark hush beyond the houses. Porch lights glowed. Somewhere, late laughter drifted over from another deck.
Reese leaned into my arm.
"You're quiet."
"Processing."
"Do you need a diagram?"
"I think I lived the diagram."
She laughed softly, then pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "I can still feel you."
My stride faltered.
She looked delighted with herself.
"Reese."
"What? You can. I can. It's a factual statement."
"You're trying to kill me before we get to the front door."
"No." Her hand slid lower, fingers brushing the back pocket of my jeans. "I'm trying to make sure you understand I'm not done with you."
The last twenty feet to my porch felt longer than the walk from her house.
Inside, my house was quiet.
Not empty. Not anymore. There were signs everywhere if a man knew how to read them.
A pair of Kiki's sandals by the mudroom.
A cardigan Shay had left on the chair. Penny's coffee mug in the sink.
Tatum's towel over the back of a stool because asking Tatum to use hooks was apparently a long-term project.
Reese saw all of it and smiled like she had walked into proof.
"I like it here," she whispered.
"Good."
"I like that we're everywhere."
"Also good."
She turned in the entryway and pulled her tank over her head.
There was no warning. No slow transition. One second she was standing in my hallway talking about belonging, the next she was bare from the waist up with her hair falling around her shoulders and her eyes fixed on mine.
"Bedroom," she said.
"I thought you were tired."
"I'm exhausted." She pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them, naked in my front hall like she had every right in the world to be. "I'm also full of you and still thinking about your bed. These facts can coexist."
I locked the door.
Then I picked her up.
Reese wrapped around me instantly, laughing against my mouth as I carried her upstairs.
The laugh turned into a moan when my hand gripped her ass.
By the time we reached my bedroom, she was kissing me like the walk across the circle had been foreplay and the entire night had only sharpened her appetite.
I got us onto the bed.
This bed didn't squeak.
Reese noticed.
"Quiet," she said, approving.
"That matters now?"
"Different fantasy."
"Of course."
She pushed me onto my back and climbed over me, naked and glowing in the low light, one knee on each side of my hips. My cock was already hard again because apparently my body had accepted Reese Madden as a medical emergency.
She wrapped her hand around me and guided me to her.
"Still sure?" I asked, because I was me and because loving her meant asking even when she looked at me like the question was absurd.
Her smile softened.
"Forever sure."
She sank down on me.
We both groaned.
It was different this time. Less frantic at first. More intimate because there was no family below us, no headboard to manage, no lie waiting outside the door. Just Reese taking me into her body in my bed, her hands braced on my chest, her breasts moving as she started to ride.
She was still slick from before.
Still messy with what I had left in her.
The feel of sliding back into that heat, into the evidence of us, almost ended me immediately.
Reese felt it too. Her head tipped back, hair spilling down her spine, throat exposed. She rocked slowly, then faster, chasing the angle she wanted with the focused confidence of a woman learning my body and refusing to be shy about the lesson.
"There," she whispered. "God, right there."
I held her hips and watched her take me.
She was beautiful in a way that made my chest hurt.
Not polished. Not posed. Flushed and naked and ruined from the first time, already reaching for more.
Her body moved over mine with greedy little rolls, her thighs trembling, her pussy gripping me each time she came down.
I slid one hand up to her breast, thumb circling her nipple, and she gasped.
"I love you," she said.
No buildup. No warning. Just the truth falling out of her while my cock was buried inside her.
"I love you too."
Her eyes closed.
Then she rode me harder.
The second round didn’t take long because it wasn’t trying to prove anything. It was claiming the aftermath. Turning danger into home. Letting Reese have me in the bed where she wanted to end the night, with no blanket, no cover, no need to hide the sounds she made.
She made plenty of them.
I sat up and pulled her against me, changing the angle, fucking up into her while she clung to my shoulders. Her mouth found mine. Her body moved with mine. The rhythm turned deep and messy and hot enough to burn thought down to touch.
"Come inside me again," she whispered against my lips.
My hands tightened on her ass.
"Again?"
"Again. I want to sleep with you still in me."
That was all it took.
I drove up into her, hard enough that she cried out, and she came around me with her face in my neck and her arms locked around me.
Her orgasm pulled mine out of me, another hard, messy release that filled her while she shook in my lap, gasping my name like she had been waiting years to say it this way.
I held her through it.
Every pulse.
Every shudder.
Every soft little sound she made as my cum filled her again and leaked around the place where we were joined.
When it was over, Reese didn’t move off me.
She collapsed forward, all warm skin and heavy breath, her breasts pressed to my chest, her face tucked into my neck. I eased us back until I was lying down and she was sprawled on top of me, my cock still buried inside her, softening slowly in the wet heat of her body.
"You're not moving," I murmured.
"Correct."
"Comfortable?"
"Emotionally, physically, spiritually, and extremely sexually."
I laughed, quiet and wrecked.
Her lips brushed my throat. "Don't pull out."
"I wasn't planning to."
"Good." Her voice was already drifting. "I waited a long time to fall asleep like this."
I wrapped my arms around her and drew her tight.
The room settled into darkness. Reese's breathing slowed against my skin. Her body stayed heavy and warm on mine, hair across my shoulder, one hand tucked over my heart like she wanted to fall asleep holding the evidence that it was still beating for her.
Five women had crossed the line now.
Kiki. Shay. Tatum. Penny. Reese.
Five rooms occupied. Five different kinds of desire turned real. Five women I loved in a house that had stopped belonging to me alone.
And Eden.
The thought came quietly, not enough to steal Reese's night, not enough to pull me out of the warmth of her body or the impossible rightness of holding her while she slept with me still inside her.
But it came.
Eden with her sharp eyes and controlled smile. Eden, who had taken a room and not a step more. Eden, who had watched all of this unfold with the patience of a woman who didn’t miss anything and the pressure of someone who was running out of reasons to wait.
Reese shifted in her sleep, her body tightening around me in a small unconscious pulse that made my breath catch.
I kissed the top of her head.
"Sleep, baby," I whispered.
She made a soft, happy sound and sank deeper into me.
I held her there, joined and warm and claimed in the quiet of my bed, while the last unresolved piece of my heart waited somewhere down the hall.