Chapter 3
Cory
Coming home at the end of the day was still a novelty. Coming home to Reese was a gift I didn’t deserve sometimes. But it wasn’t something I intended to squander.
Reese took my hand and led me to the bedroom where he yanked me close and kissed me with unexpected ferocity. His tongue delved into my mouth like he was trying to climb inside me and then as abruptly as the kiss began, he yanked himself away and motioned to the bed.
“Get comfortable,” he told me as he turned to fetch the lube. My heart hammered in my chest at the thought of him finding the rings I’d stashed in that drawer, but he came back naked just the lube, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
The drawer we kept the lube in was also the drawer containing the bag holding the giant butt plug. Had I hidden the rings with the massive butt plug? Yes. Because it was the one thing in the house Reese would never reach for willingly.
When he found me still standing there, he lifted an eyebrow, and it spurred me into action.
Stripping out of the rest of my clothes, I crawled onto the bed, settling myself on all fours.
Once comfortable, I lowered my chest to the bed and pillowed my head on my crossed arms. My ass was in the air and Reese gave each cheek a solid smack, and the sound reverberated through the room.
It reminded me of the time I’d let him spank me.
God, we’d come such a long way since then.
Cold lube drizzled down my crack and brought me back into the present.
“I love the way you look when you’re like this,” Reese told me as he swirled a finger around my hole, gently slipping it in and sliding it all the way up to the knuckle. He stroked my insides with just one finger until I was squirming and then he added another.
“Reese,” I groaned. I’d come already, but if he kept teasing me the way he was, I was going to lose my fucking mind. “Need you.”
He drilled his fingers deeper and fucked me hard. My spine arched, and I whimpered, still in need of more.
“I know what you need,” Reese said as he finally pulled his fingers out of me. The bed shifted and then he was behind me, driving his cock into me. The stretch and burn stole my breath and, in one long thrust, Reese buried himself inside me.
I rocked back, needing him deeper. Shifting around, I reached one arm behind me and tried to get a hold on him so I could urge him closer. Faster. Deeper.
Reese always seemed to know what I needed, and he plastered himself to my back, molding his body to mine. Hot breath washed over my skin. Lips dragged against me in open-mouthed kisses.
“Mar—k me. Mark me.” My heart stopped and my blood ran cold as I wondered if I’d almost fucked up the most important question I’d ever ask by blurting it out during sex.
Did I want Reese to marry me? Absolutely, I did.
Did I want to ask him in the heat of the moment?
It wasn’t ideal. Reese was worth more than a hasty proposal driven by dopamine and desperation. “Mark me, Reese. It’s been so long.”
I felt the shift in his demeanor and wondered again if he’d guessed what I’d almost said instead. Then he kissed me softly on the shoulder.
“Nowhere that can’t be hidden by a suit,” Reese practically growled in my ear. “I remember.”
He fucked me deep and slow, and then his mouth was there, on the top of my shoulder, sucking up a bruise.
Then another. By now, I was practically flat on the bed, his body driving me into the mattress with every thrust. I desperately wanted to come again.
The pain on my shoulder slowly bloomed as Reese worked at the mark he was making.
He stopped and pulled back. “Look at you,” he rasped.
His breath wafted over the abused skin and when I shivered, Reese made a feral sound deep in his chest. He fucked me hard, slamming into me over and over.
He was saying things to me about how good I felt, how hot I looked, and the whole time I was left to wonder if he’d ever thought about marrying me, or if I was alone in my desire to take that step.
“Where’d you go?” Reese slowed again and then snaked an arm underneath me, lifting me off the bed.
“I’m right here,” I said, turning my head to kiss him. It was an imperfect kiss. The angle was off. I couldn’t kiss him as deep as I wanted or needed.
“I’m right here,” I told him again, reaching up and grabbing the arm that he had wrapped around my chest.
Reese’s other hand slid down my front, and he grabbed my cock, pumping it as he growled in my ear.
“I’m close,” he rasped like he was pained. Like he was holding himself back. Like he was seeking permission to come even now.
“Come,” I said, my ass clamping down on his cock, eager to feel him let go.
Reese put his mouth on the mark he’d just made on me, bringing a bloom of new pain as he sank his teeth into it. I shattered into a million pieces, and he held me tighter as he drilled into me until we were both breathless and spent.
He sat back on his heels and dragged me with him so I was sitting in his lap.
He kissed the mark he’d made, and I nearly cracked in half.
I wanted to turn and bury my face in his neck and kiss that spot of skin I loved.
I wanted to be the one holding him. It felt like I might fall apart if I didn’t, but I wanted him to have this moment of quiet stillness. This peace.