CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Reid
I throw the blanket one the sisters kindly left out for me over the sofa.
Although the night has somewhat cooled, with a soft, warm breeze, there is no way I will be able to sleep with that thing on me, despite how thin it looks.
My blood has always run hot, which is why I’ve never really needed to wrap up warm in the winter. It just makes summers suck.
I strip out of my clothes and reach for the overnight bag Mum brought with her earlier when she arrived to grab my gym shorts.
The sisters don’t know it, but me staying here was planned from the minute we left the house in a panic.
Mum didn’t want them alone, not whilst the cameras were yet to be installed.
Liam can’t get to it just yet, not with a new list of shit he has to get through.
However, he isn’t leaving them completely vulnerable.
Tomorrow, a panic button will be given to each of the women on a keychain, and a few will be placed in various places and rooms around the house.
The house ones will be less noticeable as long as the person hasn’t seen them before, and more accessible than a keychain.
I’m pretty sure the keychains and the necklace that will be given to Milly will also have a recording device.
You press it, and you have one minute and thirty seconds to shout out descriptions of a person or a place.
I drop down on the sofa, placing my arms behind my head.
My mind drifts back to Summer. I have no clue what makes her different to all the others; I just know that she is.
A part of me doesn’t need to know what makes her stand out.
It’s never been an issue before. But then the other part needs it to make sense.
She lit up for me in the kitchen, and if it wasn’t for the chick with glasses, I would have been inside of her and fucking her against every surface we got near. That is how undone she made me. I didn’t even know the chick had walked into the kitchen, let alone grabbed herself a bottle of water.
“Are you not going to go after her?”
I glare at the girl who just cock-blocked me. “Why would I do that?”
Her gaze goes to my dick and it immediately softens. “Never mind. You do you. Goodnight.”
“Yeah, night.”
She had looked at me with contempt and annoyance when she asked if I was going after Summer.
I snort. I never chase after women.
Or most women. I do like a little bit of a chase now and then. I love banter. The give and take. The heat that swirls between me and a woman.
With Summer it burns, and any resemblance of control that I think I have, goes out of the window.
I scrub a hand over my face. Summer walked out. She left me there with a hard-on. She needs to be the one who comes to me now.
I cross my legs at the ankles, staring up at the ceiling as crickets chirp from outside.
I’ve always loved how peaceful it can be at night on our land.
The only sound being nature. I’ve never been able to sleep anywhere else.
There’s always too much noise. But for the first time in my life, the silence does nothing to ease the tension inside of me.
My ears perk up when I hear a crunching noise from outside, almost like an empty water bottle being squeezed in a hand. I slowly sit up when I hear it again.
I’m on my feet when I hear furniture outside being knocked around, snatching up the bat one of the sisters kindly left out before they went to bed.
I grab the torch out of the bag Mum packed for me.
I step out, feet bare, with only a pair of shorts on, and shine the light across the garden.
Nothing stands out, so I make my way down the stairs, stepping on the gravel and weeds.
I grimace when I stand on a slug, but continue on, moving the torch light as I go.
I walk further out, shining the light on the back of the car, when I see movement.
It’s small, like a leg being moved out of the way.
“Come out!” I snap, following the sound.
“Reid?”
My heart races at the sound of her voice. “Summer, get back inside. Now,” I order when she takes a step down.
“What’s happening? I heard a bang.”
I slowly step around the car, expecting to see a person crouched down, but instead, red eyes glow at me. “Fuck!” I cautiously take a step back as a moderate-pitched growl slips through the sharp, pointed teeth of the monster in front of me.
Its long claw clicks on the gravel and my vision begins to blur. I turn, running before that fucker can get its teeth in me. Summer fills my vision, and I drop the torch to swing her up in my arms as the screeching follows.
“What are you doing?” she yells.
“Saving your fucking life,” I snap as I race up the stairs.
The beast is gaining on us quick. I drop Summer to her feet and twist, slamming the door closed on the monster following us.
“Was that a...” she breathes out.
“If you’re going to say the most dangerous animal that is alive, then yes,” I snap, more out of fear than annoyance.
Laughter spills out of Summer. “It’s a badger. Oh my god, you are scared of a badger. If this wasn’t so funny, I’d be smacking the shit out of you for scaring me.”
I narrow my gaze on the woman in front of me. “One, that fucking animal is dangerous as fuck.” I point to my ankle, where one bit me as a child and left a scar. I had to have jabs and stitches after that fucking prick got me. “Two, nothing about this is funny. Look at what they can do.”
I check out the peephole, and stepping into the light of my forgotten torch, is the four-legged beast. They are the reason I slept with my BB gun as a child.
She holds her stomach, still chuckling. “I’m going to bed now all is well.”
She begins to make her way upstairs as crinkling sounds echo from outside.
“Fuck this shit.” I follow her up, and she stops half way, no longer laughing.
“Where do you think you are going?”
“I’m sleeping with you.”
“Not a chance,” she rushes out.
I make the mistake of stepping up a step until her crotch is level with my stomach.
I can smell her fucking arousal, I swear.
It’s all it takes. I hook my hands around her thighs and tug until she can do nothing but wrap her legs around me.
I continue on up, hard as a fucking rock with her body flush against mine.
“Oh, sunshine, you’re cute. Twice tonight my life has been threatened.
Twice you’ve made fun of it. I’m sleeping with you. ”
“You are such a dick.”
I chuckle as I lower her a little, letting her feel how hard I am. “I’m a big one though.”
She blows the wayward hair off her face, glaring at me. “I am not sure what is funnier. The fact you think that is a comeback, or the delivery.”
I kick her bedroom door closed and move straight over to her big-arse bed. I had been eyeing this the first time I saw it, and pictured her laying in the middle whilst I fucked her.
I lower her down, keeping my hands beneath her thighs, and my press my erection against her core. Her eyelashes flutter for a moment, and her fingers grip the sheet on either side of her waist. “Am I being funny now?”
“No, you are being ridiculous. Go sleep downstairs.”
A lopsided smirk spreads over my mouth as I glance down at her.
She’s leaning up on her elbows, pushing her tits out.
Yet I know she would have pushed me away had it not been for the position we are in.
Her legs are tightly wrapped around me, whether it’s conscious or not.
Her pussy, which is barely covered by the thin piece of silk shorts, is pressed up against my dick.
Goosebumps have spread up her arms and over her legs, and a flush has made its way up her neck to her cheeks.
“I think you don’t really want me to sleep downstairs. I think you want me so badly, you can’t stand it.”
Her cute little growl nearly has a smile slipping past my lips. “I swear to God, Reid Hayes, I have never met anyone other than you who is so full of themselves.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s wasn’t a compliment,” she retorts.
“You want me,” I boldly state, pulling at the elastic on her shorts.
She arches her eyebrow, smacking my hand away. “We’ve had this conversation.”
“Kiss me,” I demand, leaning over her.
She falls back onto bed, her chest rising and falling. “Been there, done that, got the T-shirt. Has a warning label on it.”
I smirk, glancing from her eyes to her mouth.
I press my crotch into her, loving the sound of her whimper.
“If you really want me to leave, I will.” She opens her mouth, but before she can answer, I very briefly press my lips to hers.
“I’m serious, Summer. I will walk out of that door, if that is what you really want. ”
“Reid,” she rasps.
My gaze falls back down to her bow-shaped lips. “Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about your mouth.”
She reaches up, pulling my head down so she can slam her lips on mine, kissing me heatedly. She pulls back, breathless, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I hate you for making me want you.”
I slide my hand up her side, lifting the flimsy material as I go. “I can live with that.”
I run my tongue over the pulse in her neck, over her jaw, before reaching her mouth, devouring every bit like I’ve been deprived all my life.
She tugs my hair at the nape of my neck whilst rolling her hips against me. I lean up, gripping the edge of her top and stripping it from her body. She’s bare underneath, making me groan.
I take her tit in my mouth whilst cupping the other, making her whimper. Every roll of her hips, every thrust that brings us together, has pre-cum leaking from the tip of my dick.
“Fuck!” I hiss, clenching my eyes closed.
“Take them off,” she demands, tugging at the band on my shorts.
Any other chick and I would already be stripped bare. Instead, I’m kissing my way down her body, until I’m on my knees on the floor because I need more. I grasp the back of her knees and drag her further down the bed until her legs are thrown over my shoulders.