CHAPTER FIVE
– MEAVE –
“I’ll go grab some stuff from my place, and then I’ll join you two,” I tell Reef as I close the door of the SUV.
Reef gives me a quick, “Okay, don’t take too long,” and keeps his eye on Leon as they walk to Zale’s home. Poor Leon, he looks a little green; he’s bound to throw up any moment.
I want to challenge Reef’s statement with a, “or what,” but I don’t want to hold them up. Leon needs a bathroom to throw up in and a bed to sleep off the bug or whatever he has. Grabbing my keys, I open the door and let it fall shut behind me.
First thing I do is head for my room to change into oversized sweatpants along with a sweater for some comfort. Shoving some fluffy socks into my pocket to put on once I’m in Zale’s home, I resist the urge to check my hair and face in the bathroom mirror. Hell, after what I heard Reef mention earlier? There’s no need to seduce him; the man is waiting for me to catch up and give him the “all systems go.”
And I would scream those very words right now if it weren’t for Leon being sick. The thought of having sex with Reef is making my whole body tingle. Yet, he didn’t exactly mention the sex part. He basically admitted to me with my mother and his president standing right there, how he wants a future with me.
The whole accepting every part of me made me swoon like a freaking lunatic. Such a major contradiction to what the father of my unborn child said to me. The image of stumbling onto Beau screwing my best friend in our bed assaults my mind and I shake my head.
No. I refuse to live in the past when there’s so many better things to focus on in the here and now.
The doorbell rings and I frown, wondering who’s at the door. It can’t be Reef, right? Wandering to the door, I throw a peek through the tiny peephole and see Stuart on the front porch. He looks worried and is glancing around. Weird.
I open the door. “Hey, Stuart.”
He gives me a brief smile. “Maeve, hey. Have you seen my father, Humphrey?”
I shake my head. “No, I just got home. He’s missing?”
A deep sigh rips from him. “Yes. Mother said he left about an hour ago. Father always goes for a walk around the block after dinner, but this time he didn’t come home after the normal half hour it takes for him to stroll around the block. I’ve also noticed he’s a bit…how shall I put it…distracted or confused? I don’t know, I’m worried while mother waved it off as both of them not getting any younger. I guess I really am worried. Anyway, I’m going to retrace his steps again. Have a great night, Maeve.”
This whole “mother, father” and the tone he uses is kinda creepy, and yet the worry on his face makes me step onto the porch to reach out and touch his arm. “Hey, hang on. Let me grab my coat and I’ll help you look.”
He instantly shakes his head. “No, no. That’s very sweet of you, but you should stay warm inside. The snow is getting worse and I’m sure–”
Movement across the street catches my attention and I point at the old man stumbling through the snow. “Look, he’s back.”
Stuart sags in relief. “Oh, thank heavens.”
“Get away from her,” Humphrey bellows and angrily storms across the street. “You shouldn’t be here, it’s not right. Why are you here? Don’t do it again, Stuart. You cannot–”
“Calm down, Father,” Stuart calmly states. “Let’s go home.”
“Yes.” Humphrey bobs his head and frowns as if he’s not sure of anything. “We have a lot to talk about. I made a decision.”
“A decision,” Stuart repeats and looks at me while his eyebrows go up, along with his shoulders to give me the impression he doesn’t have a clue what his father is talking about.
Stuart is right, Humphrey does seem confused.
“Hope everything will be all right,” I tell both of them.
Stuart glances at me one more time. “Go inside before you catch a cold. Sorry for disturbing you, and have a great night, Maeve.”
“No worries, Stuart,” I assure him with a warm smile. “You were worried and rightfully so. You have a great night too.”
He reaches out and strokes my upper arm before he turns and rushes off to his father who is standing in front of his house going through his pockets. Humphrey clearly can’t find his keys and it’s Stuart who needs to come to the rescue and get both of them inside.
I shiver and step back into the house, closing the door behind me. Heading for the kitchen, I grab a bag and fill it with some snacks. Locking up the house, I walk the short distance to Zale’s home and knock on the door.
Reef lets me in and while we walk to the living room he says, “Leon was feeling a bit better after he threw up twice. I made him take a quick shower and he’s in bed now. I’ll check on him later but for now he’s good.”
“Poor thing,” I murmur.
“Yeah. Hope he’s not contagious, wouldn’t want you to catch a bug, with the baby and all,” Reef grumbles.
I toe off my shoes and pull my fluffy socks from my pocket. “I’m not made of sugar. I won’t melt and can handle a bug or two.”
“Yeah, I’d prefer you healthy. Though, I wouldn’t mind taking care of you.” He throws in a smirk and I have to plunk my ass on the couch because the man throws me off-balance with his sexiness.
Damn, that man’s smile is potent. Add the scruff, leather jacket, and his rugged handsomeness all directed at me? He’s like a dream come true…like a fictional character sauntering right out of a romance book. Biker romance. Wait. A better visual would be that hot actor from the popular motorcycle club series on TV. Oh, yeah, he somewhat looks like him too.
Only Reef is the real thing.
My breathing picks up as I continue to stare at him. He slowly brings his thumb to his jaw and lets it slide across his scruff. Gosh, his scruffy jaw would feel mighty fine between my legs. I wonder if he would want to go down on me.
My ex’s idea of foreplay was a quick rub over my clit. Other than that I really wondered if he ever knew the existence of it because he never gave me an orgasm during sex and only made sure he found his pleasure.
A gasp rips from me when Reef is suddenly lifting my chin to meet his gaze as he rumbles, “I could read the look on your face very clear a moment ago, but now it’s all off. What made your face scrunch up in annoyance, darlin’?”
What to say? Make something up or give it to him straight?
Ugh. I hate lying so I might as well throw it out there. “Your scruff made my mind jump to oral and if you’d be willing, then it automatically switched to my ex and how he never wanted any foreplay. He was more of a wham, bam, squirt cum, I need a shower kinda man.”
Reef narrows his eyes. “He isn’t a man, Maeve. He’s a selfish fuck who never appreciated the treasure right in front of him. His loss, my gain.”
My breath catches, not from his words but from his lips slowly inching closer.
I can feel his hot breath fanning over my mouth when he says, “And yes, darlin’, I’d be more than willing to eat your pussy raw.”
His mouth slants over mine and he swallows my moan. I reach out to let my fingers run through his short hair. He shifts his body to join me on the couch and I lean back to give him all the room he needs.
I’m in sweet heaven. This man knows how to kiss with his tongue rubbing against mine. One of his hands is cupping the back of my neck while the other is around my waist so he can lean down to carry some of his own weight. He’s pressing down on me but making sure my stomach doesn’t get any weight and his thoughtfulness is making my heart flutter .
Maybe it’s selfish to want sex with another man while being pregnant, but shouldn’t I move on if the biological father waved away all his rights and kicked both of us to the curb? Hell, he didn’t even acknowledge Pickle and wanted me to get an abortion. All while Reef sees a shared future together, along with every single part of me.
Reef breaks our kiss and with it my thoughts.
He places his forehead against mine and huskily rumbles, “I’m going to get up and then you’re going to take off those pants so I can taste your sweet pussy.”
“Why do they always say sweet pussy?” Shit. Did I really just say that?
I give him a gentle push. “Scratch that. Let me up so I can drop my pants.”
Reef chuckles and lifts himself to allow me to jump from the couch. “Sweet, sour, bitter, salty…maybe yours will be a bit salty like the words coming from your mouth. But it might be sweet and sour from all the pickles you’ve been eating.”
My cheeks heat, and I shove my sweatpants along with my panties to the floor. “Can we ditch the flavor topic and get back to the action?”
He motions his hand to the couch. “By all means, get comfortable so I can do a little taste testing.”
“You’re never going to let it go, are you?” I grumble.
Though, the grin on his face and his whole “I’m going to devour you whole” look he’s sporting makes me plant my naked ass on the couch and spread my legs wide.
His eyes flare and while he’s staring at my center he huskily states, “Damn sure I’m never letting you go.”
I swallow hard when I realize he didn’t simply throw my own words back at me since he replaced the “it” with “you.” Like all those biker romance books he basically just claimed me. Though all rational thinking evaporates when he inches closer and makes a place for himself between my legs.
He shoves his arms under my legs, hooks me in place, and buries his face into my pussy. Tongue shoving in deep, teeth crazing my clit, this man knows how to give and claim what’s his. No, I’m not being dramatic or exaggerating, whatever…it’s the way he licks, sucks, pleasures beyond belief and is only using his freaking mouth so far.
This realization is a mental note not to take anything for granted. Seriously, every sexual encounter has been mundane where this is exhilarating. Comparing gray to full-color, mediocre to exceptional. Reef’s tongue is exceptional and receives a full blown applause by the clenching of my pussy fueled by the blissful orgasm hitting me full force.
I’m panting to catch my breath and slowly let go of Reef’s head. He gives me one more lazy lick against my sensitive center and slowly crawls up my body.
“Fuck, you taste delicious,” he states with a load of desire in his voice.
I don’t have an option to reply when his mouth crashes against mine. His palm glides over my face to dig his fingers into my hair. He fists a handful to pull my head back and at the same time he bites down on my bottom tip.
Staring at me while he slowly pulls before letting go, he says, “I got tested a few weeks ago. Clean bill of health. I assume you are clean too. Still, I have a condom if we want to use one.”
“It’s not like I can get pregnant again,” I murmur, thinking things over. “Besides, Beau and I always used condoms, and it broke one freaking time.”
He kisses me again, maybe to end the discussion, who knows? Who cares? I surely don’t because the man’s kisses are lifting me up in a cloud of pure lust where the chemistry between us causes our bodies to melt into a puddle of bliss.
I groan in dismay when he pulls back. Chuckling, he states, “You’ll get my mouth when you sink down on my cock, Maeve.”
Reef pushes himself up and I can only stare when he shoves his jeans along with his boxers to the floor. Hot damn, the man is pierced. A thick ring goes straight through the slit and comes out on the underside of the mushroom head. He sits down on the couch and just before he takes his cock in hand to slowly stroke it, I notice the row of barbells from the head down to the base.
“Wow,” I whisper in awe. “I’ve only read about it in books and wonder if it feels as good as they all rave about.”
Chuckling, Reef huskily states, “Sink down and find out.”