Chapter 22 – Dakota #2
He’d texted me not too long ago that he was on his way back, so I’d hopped in the shower to wait for him.
I’d been standing under the water for what felt like ten hours, waiting for Reese to get his sexy little ass back here.
What the fuck was taking so long?
Why was he flittering away this precious time? Winter break was almost over, and that meant our little break from reality would end soon, too.
I washed my hair for the fourth time, wondering what kind of magic was at work in the utility room for the shower to be able to stay this hot for so long.
I would have suffocated already if I hadn’t left the door open.
I’d left it unlocked and cracked a few inches for another reason, too.
I was hoping Reese would take the bait, that he’d come join me.
Because no matter how much those pretty lips told me otherwise, he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
Although…the things I wanted went deep.
I wanted to be his in every way possible.
I wanted to belong to him so completely there was no way he could get rid of me, not without feeling it on a level that hurt.
My neck was so tender that I couldn’t help touching it, fingers gliding over sensitive skin he’d marked up and marred and was it weird I wanted it to scar like that?
That I wanted his claiming of me to be visible at every moment of the day?
That whenever I looked in the mirror, I’d know exactly how much I meant to someone, that I had someone, that I belonged to someone.
That I was his. Was he mine?
“What’re you thinking about?”
I turned toward Reese, a huge smile breaking across my face. I hadn’t even heard him come in.
He was watching me through the gap in the curtain and had on that oversized moss green sweater he’d been wearing the very first time I saw him. I let my eyes drift down his body, reliving that first day.
I was so fucking happy I’d followed him.
“You,” I said, reaching out to touch his cheek. It was the strongest urge whenever he was near, to touch him. I wanted my hands on him all the fucking time, like I needed to know he was there. That he was real. I wanted his hands on me even more.
His face darkened to a pretty crimson. He rolled his eyes and started to move away, like he was going to leave, so I grabbed his arm. He raised a brow at me in question.
“Come in here with me.”
He looked around the shower, at the pathetically light spray coming from the shower head, then locked his eyes on mine.
There was heat in those hazel eyes, and a warm mischief that made my heart race.
He bit his bottom lip and let his gaze trail down my body until his eyes settled on my half-hard cock.
“Are you ever not horny?” he asked, those eyes flashing up to mine as his lips curved in a wicked smile.
“Darling, it’s not a matter of being horny.
I’m just greedy. As soon as I see you, I want your hands on me.
And when you say my name in that hot-as-fuck accent—” I pinched my fingers together and brought them to my lips in a chef’s kiss.
“I can’t help but get turned on. It’s Pavlovian, at this point. ”
He laughed and shook his head, and fuck me, the fact that he did that so easily around me now had to mean something, right? I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to something as beautiful as that.
I tugged at his sweater. “Come in here,” I pleaded again, and he must’ve heard the quiet desperation in my voice because he didn’t mock me or look away, he just stared into my eyes like he wanted to make sure I really meant it.
“Do you need me to beg? Because I’ll get on my knees for you. You know I will.”
I trailed my fingers down to the hem of his sweater, and he let me raise it up. His stomach tensed when my wet fingers brushed him, the sound of his sharp inhale going straight to my cock.
He raised his arms and let me drag the sweater over his head, and I dropped it to the floor behind him.
All that soft skin, right there, flushed a deep red.
His nipples were dark and hard, and he had a line of hair that went from his belly button and disappeared under the waist of his pants.
The port-wine stains on his shoulder and chest and wrist weren’t as big as the one on his face, and I didn’t think there was a single inch of him that I didn’t want to bite or suck or kiss or lick.
I circled my hands around his small waist, digging my thumbs in beneath his ribs and savoring the quiet moan that came from him, then leaned down and kissed his cheek.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Reese.” A weird sound came from his throat, and I smiled against his skin. He liked that. “I’m gonna take your pants off now.”
“Now?” he rasped in my ear, raising goosebumps along my arms. My dick was hard as steel, and I thought him just breathing on me would make me come.
“Yeah. Now. I really want you in here with me. Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” he whispered.
A burst of affection for him rushed through me, and I bit down on the spot where his neck met his shoulder. He grabbed onto my biceps and cried out, and fuck yes, he was touching me.
“Keep touching me,” I said hoarsely, barely able to draw in enough breath to speak. I trailed my fingers to the button of his pants, flicking it open and drawing the zipper down as he slid his hands up my arms to my shoulders.
When I pushed his pants and boxers past his round little ass and his enormous dick, I looked down between us. “Jesus Christ, you’re huge. How do you not fall over just standing up? Your balance must be incredible.”
He punched me in the arm. “Shut up, asshole.”
“Come in here and make me.”
Reese stepped out of his pants and boxers, then wound his arms around my neck and jumped up onto me.
I caught him with a laugh as he wrapped his legs around my waist and we fell back into the wall, and the pain when my head smacked into the tiles barely registered because his lips were on mine now and nothing else mattered.
He slid his tongue into my mouth, making greedy little sounds as he held my face and took what he wanted.
I’d give it all to him, and then find some more and offer that up, too.
He’d given me something I’d never had before, and I felt like nothing I gave in return could ever compare.
If this was what happiness felt like, I was glad for all the time I’d spent waiting for it. It made everything I’d experienced worth it. All those mediocre moments only made this one all the sweeter.
I nipped at his lips, then turned us around so his back was against the wall.
“I’ve got an idea,” I said with a smile.
“Why does that make me nervous?” He scowled at me, looking anything but nervous.
“Nah, don’t be nervous. It’s just something I’ve wanted to do for a while now.”
“What’s a while? Three seconds or three months? I really can’t tell with you.”
“Both? Put your hands on my shoulders.”
I slid my hands down the back of his thighs, lifted him and pushed him up the wall.
He made a startled noise and cried, “What the fuck are you doing?” He grabbed fistfuls of my hair and tried to wrap his legs around me, but I held them open.
“Don’t worry, I got you.” I held his gaze and turned my head slightly, stuck out my tongue, and licked the scars on the inside of his thigh. “We have those little anti-slip strips.”
He twitched and gasped, his hips moving forward until his cock was rubbing against my cheek.
I trailed a line of tiny kisses up his scars, then bit into his thigh so hard he pulled my hair.
He was trying to grind himself against me as I sucked and bit a mark into his skin, and when I was done, I licked the swollen red spot I’d left.
“That’s mine,” I told him. “This is mine, too.” I licked the underside of his cock, then moved to his other thigh, kissing the scars he hated so much. “All mine. Every mark on your body belongs to me, Reese.”
“Okay,” he panted, his eyes glazed over as I looked up at him. He slid one hand down to my cheek, then trailed his fingers across the scar on my face. “Then this is mine, too.”
I smiled and turned my head so I could kiss his palm, then nuzzled into his hand. “You can have whatever you want from me. It’s all yours. Blanket permission granted to take what you want, darling.”
“I want this,” he said, moving his fingers to my mouth.
“You want my mouth? It’s yours.” I slid my tongue down his finger and sucked, staring into his eyes. His lips parted as he watched me, and then he abruptly pulled his finger out of my mouth and squeezed the base of his cock.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “I’m gonna—fuck.” He breathed hard and closed his eyes, still holding onto his dick. The water was barely hitting his lower half, light as a mist.
I slid my tongue out and licked the tip, watching him closely. His eyes flew open and he bucked in my hold.
“Fuck!” he shouted, gripping my head with shaking hands. “Damn it, Dakota, that’s—I—”
“Say my name again,” I begged, needing to hear him say it in that voice again.
He searched my eyes, still breathing hard, and said, “Dakota.”
Heat rolled through me, and I groaned, rubbing my face into his thigh. “Again.”
Reese dragged his blunt nails across my head and murmured, “Dakota.”
“Fuck,” I groaned. “That fucking accent.”
His laugh was quiet and full of amused disbelief. “You’re so weird.”
“Yeah. You can call me whatever you want as long as you throw my name in there every now and then.”
“Are you gonna give me this or not?” He brushed a finger across my bottom lip, and I looked up at him again.
“Whenever you’re ready. Are you ready, though? Can you handle this?”
He gave me a flat look, then hesitancy shadowed his eyes. “I feel like you’re gonna drop me.”
I shook my head. “I’d never let you fall. Do you trust me?”
He toyed with the wet strands of my hair, an intense expression on his face, like he was really thinking the question through. His lashes were wet, sticking together, darker than normal, and fuck he was so gorgeous.
When he nodded, my heart did a full-on somersault.
“Yeah. I do.”