Chapter 26 – Reese #3
Fuck. “Hey, you’re doing so fucking good, Dakota.
I love this, okay?” I slid into him slowly, the slick sounds filling the room, and watched his eyes roll back the deeper I went.
I kissed him, then nipped at his bottom lip and drew back to look at him.
His eyes were glassy as they met mine, filled with a reverence I didn’t deserve but loved seeing, and I cupped my hand over his cheek as I pushed in deeper.
“I love this so damn much,” I whispered.
His eyes rolled back again, and he was moaning so loudly I was pretty sure the entire floor could hear it.
Good. Let them know who he belonged to. Let the world know that he was wanted by someone, that he’d been claimed. That he was mine.
“You’re doing such a good job. You feel so good, baby,” I panted, pressing my stomach lower until his cock was rubbing against me with every thrust.
“Oh, fuck. Baby,” he whispered.
“Yeah, you’re my baby, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yes,” he panted. He moaned and kept moving his hips and meeting my thrusts, his big hands covering my ass and urging me to go deeper, feeling every pump.
“Yeah. Fuck, fuck, mark me, Reese. Bite me. Leave your little teeth marks all over me,” he begged, those dark eyes staring desperately into mine.
“Please. Please, I need—unngh oh fuck god yes.”
I sank my teeth into his chest, right over his heart. His voice was so fucking sexy, and he never shut up.
I loved that.
Seeing him lose himself like this sent a wild thrill down my spine. It sparked something primal in me, the urge to dominate and claim as my own, to irrevocably make him mine.
I liked his chest and panted, “Fuck, you feel so amazing. You’re—”
“I love you.”
A tremor rolled through me, and then I shattered.
I bit down on his chest as I started coming, moaning into his skin while he bucked and cried out my name. He grabbed my ass and pushed me as deep as I could go as his cum spilled onto my stomach and I melded my body to his. One of his hands went to the back of my head and held me against his chest.
A metallic taste hit my tongue, and I came back to reality and lifted my head.
Oh, shit. I’d bit him so hard I’d broken the skin.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m so fucking sorry,” I said, starting to pull out so I could go get a tissue or a napkin or towel or something. He gripped my ass so tight that I couldn’t move, keeping me inside him. I raised my eyes to his face and panic sparked through me.
A tear slid down his cheek, and every muscle in my body tensed. I framed his face with my hands. “What’s the matter, did I hurt you? Do you want me to take it out?”
“No, it just…it felt so good.”
I was speechless for a long moment, could only stare at this ridiculous person beneath me.
“You’re crying because it felt good? You gotta be kidding me.” I let my forehead fall to his chest and laughed.
This bastard. Fuck.
I kissed away his tears as he rubbed his hands all over me, and the warmth and strength in them made me never want to move. To let him hold me and stroke those hands across my skin forever.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“Are you thanking me for sex right now?”
He laughed. “No, I’m thanking you for doing it how I asked and not making fun of me.” He trailed his fingers across my shoulder blades. “That was fucking incredible. Did you like it?”
I took his bottom lip between my teeth, then sucked on it. “I loved it,” I murmured. I dragged a finger across his chest, up his neck, touching all the marks I’d given him.
They were like little flowers across his skin, blossoms of the most vicious love.
Wait, love?
I could feel his eyes on me, and when I glanced up at him, the sudden seriousness in his expression made me freeze.
“Did you hear what I said?” he asked softly.
I licked my lips. “That it was incredible?”
He shook his head, and in a move I’d never be able to do, he flipped us so that I was pinned underneath him. He drew his hands up the underside of my forearms, up to my hands, and slotted his fingers in between mine, holding tight. “I love you, Reese.”
My mouth fell open, and I stared up at him while my brain tried to process his words. “What?”
He dipped his head and pressed his lips to mine in the softest kiss. “I love you, Reese. I love you so damn much and I can’t keep it in anymore. I tried, I really tried.”
He loved me? No, he didn’t mean it like that. How did he mean it? He didn’t know what he was saying.
No, he didn’t love me. He couldn’t love me. I wasn’t hearing things right. Nobody loved me. Not anymore.
“You…you love me?”
“Yeah. Sorry, are you freaking out right now?” He let go of my hands so he could hold my face firmly, putting more of his weight on me, too, as if he was afraid I’d go running out of the room buck naked and never return.
It was a good idea.
I should do that.
Except I was stuck beneath this disturbingly honest man who…
Loved me.
He couldn’t love me.
I shook my head. “No, you don’t.”
Instead of getting upset or offended, he just raised a brow and smiled. “Oh, I don’t?”
“No.”
“Yeah, you’re right, my bad.”
“It’s okay. We all make mistakes.”
“Mm. Sure. Oh, wait, no. Sorry, I just realized something.”
I was barely processing what was happening right now, and there was a roaring in my ears that was getting louder and louder. “What…?”
He lowered his head, touched his lips to my ear and whispered, “I love you, darling.”
The shudder that went through my entire body was followed by a hitched breath, and then it felt like I’d hit the ground after falling ten stories. Disbelief and relief crashed into me with so much force that I couldn’t control my breathing.
“Fuck, you’re freaking out,” he murmured, brushing his hand through the longer hair on the top of my head as I had a complete breakdown.
My face crumpled and he gathered me in his arms, rolled onto his back, and dragged his hand down the back of my head in firm, soothing strokes.
It had been ten years since I’d heard those words. Ten years of thinking I’d go my entire life without ever hearing them again.
“Shh,” Dakota cooed in my ear, nuzzling his cheek against my head as I cried. I wrapped all my limbs around him and squeezed as hard as I could, needing him so much it felt like I might die if I ever let go.
He kissed my head. “I’ve been holding onto that for so fucking long. It was so hard not to tell you. And I wasn’t gonna tell you that right now, either, it just came out.”
I lifted my head, my lashes sticking together and feeling too heavy. “D-d-don’t say it,” I sobbed, barely able to get a breath in.
“That’s what she said,” he whispered, rubbing a hand down my back. “Also, now I’m hard again. Your tears are a potent aphrodisiac.”
I choked on a laugh and cried even harder because god-fucking-dammit if I didn’t love him too.
He was it for me.
He was everything.
He was my entire world—and the moon and the sun and the stars in the sky.
And for just a little while, I would be his.
Finding Jared was way easier than I’d thought it would be.
All I had to do was ask someone in one of my classes about the “incident” from last spring. Everyone knew about it, apparently.
So in my music theory class, I got there ten minutes early and did something I never did—struck up a conversation with the person next to me.
She was a quiet girl who aced every test but never spoke up in class, so maybe not the best choice to try and converse with, but the guy who sat on my other side was kind of a dick and I didn’t feel like trying to engage with him.
I asked her about the homework assignment to start things off, then went from there. Her name was Victoria, her dad was some kind of famous tech CEO that I’d never heard of, and she was here to study music because she played the oboe.
She didn’t seem shy, just not particularly outgoing, so I carried most of the conversation along. After a few minutes, I nonchalantly brought up the incident from last spring.
She’d glanced around the room, like she was making sure there was no one here who’d participated or who’d overhear—I wasn’t sure what exactly she was worried about—and then leaned closer to me and told me that Dakota Voss had gone crazy on Jared Colt and broken his arm.
I asked her why he’d done that, and she said because he was crazy.
I hated that fucking word.
I tried not to let it show just how angry it made me, tried to laugh it off. I thought I did an excellent job of feigning interest and withholding the rage that was simmering in my veins.
I asked her more about Jared Colt, and she told me he was on the fencing team with Everett.
I said, “Wow, I hope he’s okay,” and then summarily dismissed her because I wasn’t sure I could hold myself back from shouting at her that Dakota wasn’t crazy, that she was crazy for believing such a stupid fucking story, and why didn’t anyone ever question things or try to get the perspective of the person who’d been accused?
I couldn’t focus during class at all, wanted to get up and move far away from her and her ignorance.
I knew she wasn’t truly at fault, but damn if I wasn’t angry about people just believing all these lies.
For perpetuating them without any kind of evidence other than because that’s what Everett said.
Fuck, I hated everyone.
She tried to talk to me again after class, but I said I was in a hurry and ran out of the room.
I had a lying piece of shit to track down.
If Jared was on the fencing team, then he was probably on the Ashbrook website.
I could find his name and his picture. I’d probably be able to find his picture just by searching his name, actually, since most of the students here were the children of the rich and famous, but I’d check the school site first.
During lunch, I went to the library, opened the school website, then clicked on the athletic department dropdown.