Chapter 26
Reese
What the hell was I doing? Sitting here, my head on his shoulder, like some innocent date, when nothing about our interactions was innocent, and we weren’t dating.
The whole night—from watching Clay with my family, to Will manhandling me, to everyone saying I was too much, to letting a man who wouldn’t be around in a few weeks get me off in the back hallway—had been, well, too much.
Dammit, I deserved to use that phrase sometimes too.
I’d planned on seeing myself into my apartment, alone, and trying to figure something out. Anything.
Instead, I took one look into his eyes and couldn’t make myself walk away.
The second he offered to talk instead of following the night out to what would have been a logical conclusion, I lost the ability to protect myself.
I brought him here, to the one place on all of our property that meant the most to me.
Grams used to tell stories about her and Gramps coming here.
About how he used to woo her here, looking down over the land, and how special it was to them.
The second I’d come out here as a little girl, holding Gramps’ hand, it had become my spot. It wasn’t only the beauty of the land stretched out below that drew me, but the legacy of my grandparents’ dreams.
“Do you still come out here a lot?”
Lifting my head, I looked into his eyes.
The sparkle he usually had when he looked at me was still there.
I liked to imagine it was amusement and not aggravation.
“All the time. It’s my place.” I laughed, the sound self-deprecating.
“A few of us have ‘our’ spot on the property, but I guess it won’t be around for much longer.
If my plans actually take flight, this will probably wind up being something.
Maybe the perfect proposal site like it was for Grams and Gramps.
” I dropped back, tucking my hands behind my head.
“Funny how my dreams will take away my spot.”
I hadn’t really thought about that before and didn’t want to contemplate it now.
Clay mimicked my pose, staring up into the clear night sky. “I never had a place, though I escaped to my grandparents’ house enough after Father died and Reginald came into the picture. It’s not the same as you, but it was something.”
I wanted to ask so many questions about his family, but I didn’t feel as if I had the right. Sure, he’d asked, but he had to. My family was the business he was interested in. I’d simply be asking because I was nosy. And because I liked him. A lot. Too much.
Those dreaded words again, but they fit here. I liked Clay Montgomery more than a little, much more than I should, and that sucked.
“I think I could get used to lying here though.” His tone turned wistful, which was good for him wanting to help us. Bad for me trying to pretend he mattered to me more than was smart. “There are too many lights in the city to see stars like this every night. It’s amazing.”
Glancing at him, I nodded. “It is, isn’t it? Nights out here are almost magical. It’s like there’s nothing around except the forest creatures and the universe above. It’s breathtaking.”
“It is,” he murmured.
When I turned to look his way, I realized he was gazing solely at me.
“What are we doing?” I whispered. I needed to know so I could protect myself from the crash that was inevitably going to destroy me. At the same time, I didn’t want to know and simply live in the moment.
Maybe he read something in my eyes or my expression that had him levering up on his side and leaning over me. His head blocked out the stars, but those green orbs sparkled almost as bright.
“We’re doing the thing that comes naturally to us.” He brushed his lips against mine, and I couldn’t hold back the shiver the simplest of touches caused. “We’re doing what we want, what we need.”
We’re doing what two people do who are falling in love. No. No. No. I shoved the thought out of my head and waited for his next move.
He kissed me again, this one lingered a second longer. “We’re doing what we have to do.” His lips captured mine, the possession firm and commanding. His hands cupped my face, the hold strong but his touch gentle.
The way he explored my mouth sent electricity coursing through me. Like he couldn’t get enough and wanted to know every part. Twining my hands through his hair, I held him to me and worked my own magic.
What we have to do.
The words sounded so basic, so simple and while nothing about any of this was either of those, he was right. There was no way I could not do this. Something intrinsic and elemental within me screamed at me that I had to taste him, touch him, lo—not going there right now.
“What is it about you and the night sky, Little Trouble?” Using his thumb, he tipped my chin up, abandoning my lips and dragging his tongue down my neck. “You have a bit of an outdoor kink?”
“I didn’t think so.” I giggled as he hit a ticklish spot on my collarbone. “Maybe you bring it out in me.”
Lifting his head the slightest bit, he licked his lips.
“I think I like the sound of that.” Moving to the side, he leaned on an elbow, his head propped on his fist. Using his index finger, he traced the edge of my top, skimming over the skin of my breast. “I was in fucking hell all night looking at you in this.” He dragged his finger back and forth, the sensation going straight to my nipples and my pussy.
There was no way he didn’t see my reaction, even in the dim moonlight.
“You looked pretty good yourself. For a rich boy from the city, a pair of jeans and a Henley shirt look damn good on you.” The way the man had taken to casual clothes should be outlawed.
Reaching over, I ran my hand down his chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles.
The strength beneath his clothes belied a man who sat behind a desk all day.
“I like you out of them too.” It was crazy to think one night would have been enough with him, especially after said night.
I wasn’t sure a thousand nights would be enough, but I would not have that.
“Guess we’re definitely breaking the one-night rule?”
I rolled my eyes. “Didn’t we already do that at the bar?
” Letting my hand drift down his body, I turned it so my palm rested against the fly of his jeans.
“Besides, I didn’t get my mouth on you yet.
” My dreams had been filled with, well, getting filled.
I hadn’t had nearly enough of Clay Montgomery’s body yet.
“You are one dangerous woman, Reese. You’re going to look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.
Taking me deep.” I gave him a squeeze that had him closing his eyes for only a moment.
When he opened them, only a thin circle of the brightest shade of green existed; everything else was dark with desire.
“I think I need something to play with. My mouth didn’t sample those pretty breasts of yours nearly enough the other night.
” With a quick tug, he yanked down the edges of my barely there top, so my breasts were free and the material framed them perfectly.
“So damn pretty.” With the edge of a fingernail, he scraped over one of my nipples. “And hard, like perfect diamonds.”
“I’m not the only one hard.” I’d had his cock in my body the other night, but feeling it under my hand even through layers of material was some kind of turn on.
Maybe it was the night air. Maybe it was insanity.
Maybe it was something I didn’t want to think about.
Whatever it was, I would not pass up the shot to get exactly what I wanted.
Getting to my knees, I looked down at him and tried to ignore the sense of rightness that settled over me. “Lay back. I want that taste.”
The look he gave me suggested he might protest. Instead, he did as I asked, but only for a second. I should have known I wouldn’t be running the show.
“Open my pants,” his gruff voice sent a pulse of pleasure directly to my pussy.
I undid the button and zipper, pulling the jeans over his hips when he lifted them. Dark boxer briefs strained with his arousal.
“Touch me.”
There was nothing but pure command in those words. Command I had no intention of heeding right away. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t push some of his buttons.
“Like this?” I asked as I barely brushed my hand over his still-covered erection.
“Or maybe like this?” I gave him a firmer stroke, eliciting a grunt in return, but I doubted it was anywhere close to what he was looking for.
Because it wasn’t what I wanted either. Still, there was playing to be done.
“What about now?” I cupped him and reveled in the way his hips lifted at my touch.
“Not quite, Little Trouble. I want to feel your hand on me.” He moved his hand to mine, grabbing it and gliding it upward, until both our hands slipped beneath the waistband.
His skin was hot as I wrapped my fingers around him, his closing over mine.
“Look at your tongue as you lick me. Watch your sassy mouth take me deep.”
Shifting, I moved to crawl between his legs, but Clay’s hand high on the back of my thigh stopped me.
With a tilt of my head, I looked back at him.
“You planning on doing some playing of your own, Clay?” What was it about this man that brought out a side of me I never even knew existed?
I may be sassy and sarcastic in my normal life, but I was usually relatively sedate when it came to sex.
That was not the case with him.
His talented fingers found their way under my skirt, ghosting over my panties, and he groaned, a sound of raw desire.
“Soaked all over again, aren’t you? Just the thought of my dick in your mouth has you hot and wet.
” My body’s reaction to his words proved him right.
“Take me out. I want to watch you stroke me as I play with this pretty gift.”
Moving the material of the boxers down, I freed his erection.
Long and thick, my mouth watered looking at it, remembering how it felt inside me.
Gripping him at the base, I stroked up, swiping at the bead of pre-cum already glistening at the tip to ease my movements. I gasped as Clay matched my motions.
With each stroke up, he slid his fingers forward. As I brushed my thumb over his slit, his fingers pinched at my clit. The downward strokes were just as torturous. Back and forth. Up and down. My hips rocked against his hand until I realized my hand had stopped moving, and so had he.
“You stop, I stop, Reese. If you want my fingers, you better damn well move that hand.”
Somehow, I managed to concentrate enough to do exactly that, but it was a hard sell. My hips pushed back with every stroke of his hand, needing something I had a sinking suspicion I was only going to find with Clay.
“Put that sexy mouth on me. I’ve been waiting long enough.
” I swiped my tongue over the head of his cock, reveling in the groan of pleasure escaping his lips.
“So damn pretty. You look stunning like that—your mouth so eager for what I have to give you. You want more, don’t you?
My Little Trouble wants to take my entire cock in her mouth. ”
I don’t know if it was the words or hearing him say “my,” but I couldn’t wait another second longer.
Lowering my head, I closed my lips around him.
His taste exploded on my tongue, salty and warm and singularly Clay.
I swirled my tongue over the tip and then down to the sensitive underside.
Sliding my lips down his length, I listened for any telltale sign of what flipped his trigger.
A hiss at the scrape of my teeth, one that sounded decidedly pleasurable, so I repeated the action.
I moved up and down, his hips lifting with each upstroke as if chasing the warmth of my mouth.
“You’re a temptress.” He looked down his body, our gazes catching in the moonlight.
“That’s right, use that tongue and those teeth.
I want to feel you. Feel that little bite I’m so used to from you.
Fuck, your mouth is incredible. Hot and wet, just like your pussy.
” He still played with me, teasing my entrance but never sinking a finger deep like I wanted.
“God,” he moaned and arched his neck, his face to the sky.
The second he thrust his free hand into my hair, I knew I’d hit the point where I just had to hang on for the ride. His hips pistoned up, filling my mouth with his cock over and over again.
“Look at you swallowing me. Taking me deep.” The next time I had him fully engulfed, he held my head a second longer, the sting of being so full giving the slightest bite of pain. “Fuck, you liked that. I can’t wait to taste you again, all wet from sucking me off.”
I’d confirm, but my mouth was a little preoccupied. So instead, I amped up my moves, wanting him to fall apart like he’d made me do so many times already.
Clay’s breathing hitched, his hips losing some of the fluidity they moved with only seconds ago. “Reese,” he shouted, before thrusting one last time and holding my head tight to his pelvis as he came, filling my mouth.
Swallowing, I licked around his shaft, more gently than before. I was about to say something when I gasped. A finger pushed inside of me, followed by another, then another.
“Your turn,” he said, his voice almost a purr.
I was so wet and aroused and consumed with everything Clay that it took three strokes to have me arching my back and screaming out his name in return.
Collapsing against his legs, I fought to catch my breath—and my heart as it went racing, unfettered, toward disaster.
Opening my eyes, I looked out on the view I’d seen a thousand times and wondered if I’d ever be able to come to this spot again.