22. Dane
22
DANE
I just discovered my favorite thing about riding a bike, and it’s Reese pressing up against me. Her tits are smushed against my back as she clings to me, and I have to remind myself constantly to maintain speed and focus on the road. Going any faster is out of the equation.
On any other day, I would gun down the scenic streets of Las Marinas and enjoy the euphoric rush when it feels like I’m flying, but not today. Not when I want to get us back to my place in one piece.
In a short while, my apartment complex swims into view. The engine’s too loud, so I gesture to the right, wait for her to tighten her arms around my waist, and then swerve into the underground parking garage.
Once we’ve dealt with our helmets, she turns to me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “You really like to drive fast,” she stammers, and I have to fight my laugh.
“That wasn’t me going fast, Reese.” And because I’m full of the adrenaline I always get from riding my bike, I curve my hands low on her hips and yank her toward me.
Within a heartbeat, she’s hoisted into my arms. My blunt fingernails dig into her thighs. Her legs wrap around me, and her soft moans reverberate through her frame when I lick into her mouth.
She arches into me with more of these little noises, and I’m instantly harder than a hammer. I almost forget the plan to take her back to my apartment. I’m so keyed up that I don’t think I can last another second. All I want is to fuck her against a car and hear her moans echo in this garage, but it’ll defeat the purpose of why we’re here.
Besides, I know better. I must behave. Just hold out a little bit longer. Her first time should be a little classier. And I’m still due for a shower.
With great reluctance, I set her down. It’s a testimony of my restraint. Her eyebrows scrunch in protest. Her lips are kiss-swollen and bruised, and a flicker of smug excitement ricochets through me at the sight.
“Let’s go,” I say regrettably. “I need to shower, and you need to get yourself naked on my bed.”
She puffs out a snort against her fist, but I don’t miss the hint of pink dashing across her cheeks as her mouth curls into a shy little smile.
I flash her something reassuring in response, grinning harder when her blush darkens and the corner of her lips tips higher.
Finally, her hand slips into mine and squeezes tight. Believe me, I have no inclination to let her go.
We make it up to my place in record time. Kicking the door shut, I fling my keys onto the sectional and tug her toward the bedroom.
“Wait.” She stumbles a few steps behind, and I stop short to steady her. “Lock the door.”
“Afraid housekeeping’s gonna walk in or something?” I tease, doubling back to twist the lock. “No one’s here.”
Which is good. The last thing I need is for Marco to scare her off. Especially with how nervous she is at the moment. I would have kicked him out without any hesitation. Anything to make her feel more comfortable with me.
“And the deadbolt.”
“ Bossy .” I toss her a wink as she watches me intently. Her wary eyes soften into a gentle smile when I give her a thumbs-up, and she casts a glance at the kitchen.
As much as I’d love to give her a tour, I’ve got a one-track mind right now. My hands land on the small of her back as I steer her toward my room, and I snort when she thumbs the lock closed.
“No one’s gonna interrupt us.”
“It’ll make me feel better,” she replies, and I offer her a shrug as I haul my shirt off. If she doesn’t want to risk the microscopic chance of someone walking in on us, more power to her.
I kick off my dirty jeans next, and I can feel the heat of her gaze on my ass when I’m left in my boxer briefs. Since I have no shame, I yank them down in a split second, and I crack a grin when met with a startled gasp.
“Like what you see?”
She sneaks a couple of glances at my cock and quickly feigns interest in the wall beside her when I flex my thigh. Her face is beet red as she stares attentively at the white paint. “Don’t you have to shower?”
“Doesn’t everybody shower naked?” I chuckle when she makes a noncommittal sound in response. “You better be undressed when I’m back.”
“And you call me bossy.”
“Hey.” I level her with a solemn expression. “I’m just trying to be as efficient as you are.”
That gets a laugh out of her, and she sticks her tongue out at me as I make haste and duck into the bathroom.
How I manage to scrub myself clean in the next few minutes is nothing but divine intervention. My hair is still damp when I return, coming to a complete standstill at the sight before me.
“Don’t think you and I have the same definition of undressed.”
She’s wearing nothing but her pink bra and panties. Her wavy tresses tumble over one shoulder. Her hand is splayed beneath her neck, covering her scar. Her nose scrunches up at me.
Even so, I’m rock-hard. She’s got a pretty sweet body, and I possess functioning eyes. I take an unhurried perusal of her gentle curves and slim legs while I make my way over.
“I’m a little nervous,” she confesses.
“We can put a pin on this. Say the word, and we’ll watch a movie instead.”
She swallows audibly and shakes her head, a gentle flush to her fair skin. “I want you.” Her short confession is so soft and sweet that I almost groan.
Searching her expression, I wait for her to change her mind. When she gives me a bashful smile, I waste no time climbing on top of her and guiding her onto her back.
“You’re going to have to move your hand.” Unclasping her bra, I tug it down as far as I can and catch a glimpse of her dusky nipple.
“Please don’t look at it,” she whispers.
I spare her a reassuring grin as I reach for her panties, slide them carefully down her legs, and fling them over my shoulder. Something topples over with a thump; her mouth parts. I give her a casual shrug, and she dissolves into giggles.
Soon enough, the tension eases from her body. With a sharp intake of breath, she finds my gaze and shyly removes her hand from her neck.
Immediately, my head inclines. The line marring her skin looks just as harsh as I remember.
“ You promised— ” Before she tries to hide it again, I lean forward and press a kiss to her scar. She goes limp, only lifting her arm when I work her bra off.
“I didn’t promise a thing. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with it.” Nipping at her collarbone, I trail a path of kisses across the hollow of her throat. Her pout gives way to a moan. “I’ve got plenty of ’em myself.”
For emphasis, I take her hand and bring it to a specific one alongside my ribs. She quietly inhales as her thumb runs over the raised scar tissue. It was too big of a wound to heal properly. She doesn’t need to know that, though.
“And I will find the shitbag who did this to you and fuck him up.”
Her eyes pinch closed. “Please don’t.”
I will, I silently argue as I continue to work my way up to the side of her jaw.
My teeth scrape at a sensitive spot behind her ear, and her body instinctively curves into mine. Chuckling softly, I capture her lips with a slow and potent kiss she melts into.
She shifts beneath me and threads her fingers through my hair, tugging insistently. My stomach clenches tight as my hand travels down her chest to her navel. Soft curls brush my knuckles when my palm ventures south and settles on her clit.
Her kisses go sloppy. Her breathing becomes unsteady. She all but whimpers into my mouth as I tease her with tight, concentrated circles. For a long moment, it’s all I do.
Then she bites down on my bottom lip when my middle finger pushes inside her. Her hips buck as a soft moan hums from the base of her throat.
Christ. She’s so responsive. She’s squirming underneath me, unraveling while I work her into a frenzy with just my hand and tongue. She breaks from the kiss and whines into the crook of my neck when another finger joins the first, stretching her. Filling her.
I don’t ease up. I maintain pace as I chase her lips for another kiss, only to groan when she palms my cock and gives me a tentative stroke.
“A little harder,” I grate out and clench my jaw. “Yeah. That’s it, baby. Squeeze me just like that.”
Her head tips back, and she peers up at me, her eyes all starry and hazy-soft. If she keeps looking at me like that, I don’t know how much longer I’ll last.
As it is, my composure’s fraying. My heart beats off rhythm. Warmth spreads under my skin and infuses my chest, and I’m getting so embarrassingly close to coming in her fist when she shudders beneath me.
“ Oh God .” Her eyes screw shut. Her breathing is shallow and desperate. She’s the picture of pure bliss as she comes, utterly sated.
Fuck me. I almost follow her over the edge, and it takes a conscious effort to wrench away.
Confusion etches a small line between her eyebrows, and I nearly groan when her arms loop around my neck and she tries to pull me back in.
“Reese. I want to come inside you; not in your hand.” With haste, I grab a condom from my nightstand. “Are you allergic to latex?”
She shakes her head.
“Thank fucking God.” I tear the foil open and roll it on, keeping my gaze on her face the entire time. “You can still say no.”
“ Please .”
Fuck. One word and I stand no chance against delaying the inevitable and taking things slow.
I’m settled between her silky legs within an instant. My cock notches her entrance. My forearms are on both sides of her head, propping me up so I don’t crush her with my weight.
“This might sting, but I’ll take care of you,” I tell her, a roughened edge to my voice. “I’ll make you feel real good.”
She finds my gaze once more. There’s so much unwavering trust in her eyes that it does wonders for my ego. She feels safe here. She feels safe with me .
“Please,” she repeats. “Don’t treat me like I’m fragile. Don’t treat me like everyone else does.”
Tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, I spare her a slanted smile. “I won’t.”
With that, I ease myself inside her, one unhurried inch after another. Her thighs split wide as I slowly bring our hips together, and the tight squeeze of her pussy has effectively turned my brain into mush.
I can no longer think straight. I can’t even remember my name.
Abruptly, she tenses and lets out a pitiful whimper. “ I change my mind. This sucks .”
I snort against her hairline as my movement becomes arrested. “Thank you for your kind words.”
“Sorry, sorry. I—” She breaks off with a harsh gasp. Her fingers press deeper into my back. Her nails bite into my shoulder blades.
“The pain will be gone soon, baby,” I reassure her, peppering lazy kisses down her neck and jaw to distract her. Sucking a mark behind her ear, I carefully surge forward until our hips are flushed and I’m fully buried inside her.
My eyes shut as I groan something rough against the heat of her skin. Jesus fucking Christ, she’s so warm and wet that it takes every ounce of my willpower to remain still.
I drop a string of kisses along her temple, then sneak one on her upturned nose. She bursts into giggles. I do it again before I track a path down her neck and shoulder.
Finally, she pulls back and takes her bottom lip between her teeth. Her expression softens into something sweet and shy when she finally meets my gaze. There’s so much trust in her eyes that I want to bottle it all up and take it with me everywhere I go.
“Look at you,” I murmur. “ Look at you, baby , taking all of my cock .”
A soft, fluttery whine parts through her lips; her body exquisitely arches into mine. Pleasure threads through me, and I fall into an easy rhythm and grind into her.
Boldly, she hooks her leg around me, anchoring me to her hips, and a deep, impatient groan takes hold of me. My tempo increases with each succeeding thrust. My jaw tightens with effort.
My thumb tucks under her chin and tilts her head back. “Lift your hips for me. I want you to feel every inch of me while I fuck you.”
She complies, and I slide in so deep—so beautifully—that sweet satisfaction claims me. Her pussy’s getting wetter, her moans louder. Her tits bounce with my every thrust— fuck , they’re mesmerizing to watch.
I can barely focus. I’m losing myself in the feel of her body. The feel of her nails raking stinging lines down my back.
I wet my thumb with the flat of my tongue and bring it to her swollen clit, and she comes undone. Her small frame trembles beneath me as she cries out my name. I don’t let up. I fuck into her deeper and faster until I meet my own release and empty inside her with one final thrust.
Immediately, I roll off of her before I inadvertently crush her with the heavy weight of my body. I sweep her into my arms, and she lets out a startled laugh when I pull her flush to me.
“Still think I’m messing with you?” I murmur into her hair. She offers me a shake of her head. Faint notes of coconut and sweat cling to her as she relaxes in my embrace.
“No, I think you kind of like me.”
I barely hold back a snort and give her hip a firm squeeze. “Kind of?” My thumb goes to her clit, and I grin at her sharp intake of breath. “Let me show you how much I like you.”