31. Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty
Reeve
Whilst Trix is getting ready, I walk downstairs and knock on Ghost's door, hoping he has some information for me on the asshole who hurt Trix.
Earlier, before I was distracted by whatever stupid game Slate was playing, I'd been speaking to Ghost, trying to find out who this Hudson guy is and where I could find him.
Ghost said it shouldn't take him long, but he also warned me it'd be hard to find him alone and in a position where I could easily grad a hold of him because of who he is, so it seems this might not be a solo mission like I had originally planned.
Luckily, I know exactly who will have my back in this situation and jump straight in to help me.
The door opens, and he huffs when he sees me, moving to the side so I can walk in.
"I'm not giving you any information this time, Reeve."
Rolling my eyes, I walk to his desk, dropping down onto his chair and spinning side to side on it.
"I need the information, though, if I'm going to recruit some of the boys to come with me."
Narrowing his eyes, he tuts, then motions for me to move out of his way.
Leaning over his desk, he clicks around on a few tabs before bringing up a file.
"Hudson Cooke," I muse, as I pull myself toward the screen. "He looks like a dick."
"Yeah, well, he is one," Ghost says, shaking his head as he brings up another tab. "I hacked into his phone and computer."
He scrolls through a bunch of photos and videos, too quickly for me to see what they are. After a few moments, he stops, mouse hovering over the small square image half-filled by the same cherry-red hair I've started to love.
I gulp, eyes darting away from the screen and to Ghost's face.
"Is that—"
He nods, minimizing the tab he'd opened.
"I didn't watch more than three seconds of it," he states. "I was going through each one of his photos and videos, seeing who he's friends with and what places he frequents, when I came across that. As soon as I realized it was Trix, I shut it off and stopped going through his camera roll."
Clenching my fists, I nod.
"Where can I find him?" I ask, voice tight.
Ghost's eyes run over me, then he sighs.
"He tends to go to the gym every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday night by himself. There's nothing you can do about him tonight, and you leave for Vegas on Friday, so you can't do anything over the weekend either."
"So I need to get the guys together and come up with a plan in the morning so we can go get him tomorrow night, then."
He nods.
"Send me the location of the gym, and the details of his car. I'll sort the rest out."
Walking out, I pull my phone from my pocket and start typing a message to Milo when I bump into Mouse in the hallway.
Apologizing, I step around him, looking back down at my phone, then pause again.
"Hey, Mouse?"
He glances at me over his shoulder.
"Busy tomorrow night?"
He shakes his head.
"Okay, good. I'm going to need you."
He nods, then turns back around and walks into his room.
Climbing the stairs, I continue with my message to Milo.
Reeve:
Need you tomorrow night. Got to gather supplies.
Milo:
Sounds kinky. What for?
Reeve:
Not a laughing matter you dick.
Going after Trix's ex.
Milo's door opens as I'm about to walk past it, and we both glance up from our phones.
"Why exactly are we going after her ex?" he asks.
I shove at his chest, shushing him as I push him inside his room and close the door behind us.
"Shut up, will you?"
He holds his hands up in surrender.
"Sorry. I didn't realize it was a secret."
Sighing, I shake my head, then run my fingers through my hair.
"He's a nasty piece of work, and he's done a number on her. He deserves some payback, and who better to dish it out than me."
Milo stares at me for a moment, then bursts out laughing.
"Fucking hell. You're so down bad for that woman, Reeve."
My brows furrow.
"Don't even try to deny it, man." He smacks me on the shoulder.
"You can't focus on anything other than her when she's around.
You get annoyed and grouchy whenever someone talks to her or about her.
You watch her with little hearts in your eyes when you think no one is looking.
You've moved her into your room, beaten up her dad, and plan on going after her ex. All within a day, might I add."
"I'm protecting her," I tell him with a shrug.
He rolls his eyes, reaching around me to open his door.
"You're falling for her," he states. "You'll have to stop denying it sooner or later, Reeve."
Shaking my head, I walk out of his room, and he closes the door behind me.
I stand in the hallway, staring at my own bedroom door for a few moments before I huff and knock.
"You can come in," Trix shouts from the other side.
Pushing the door open, I stop in my tracks at the sight of her bent over, towel slung over her head as she furiously rubs at the wet strands of hair.
My eyes travel up the length of her legs, stopping when I reach her rounded ass, mesmerized by the movement of it as she continues to dry her hair.
She's wearing a tight, silky sort of dress that almost looks like it's been painted on, leaving nothing to the imagination.
My dick twitches, and I rip my eyes away from her as I feel a groan forcing its way up my throat.
Quickly readjusting myself, I clear my throat and hurriedly walk to the sofa. Sitting down, I lean my elbows on my knees, and cover my lap with my body before she stands up and turns around to face me.
She smiles sweetly as she drops the towel to the floor, then runs her fingers through her hair.
I can't stop my eyes from dropping to her chest where I can very easily spot her pebbled nipples beneath the material stretched across them.
"Sorry I took so long," she says as she sits on the edge of the bed and uncaps a white bottle, squirting some of the contents into her hand.
She lifts one leg, placing her foot on the bed. The hem of the dress rides up, exposing the entirety of her thigh to me, along with the underside of her ass cheek.
"The bathroom is free if you want to use it."
Swallowing hard, I tear my eyes away from her, trying to ignore the way her hands slide over her legs as she rubs the cream into her skin.
This is torture.
Jumping up from the sofa, I keep my eyes on the bathroom door and head straight for it, trying and probably failing to hide my raging boner from her as I pass by.
Locking myself in the bathroom, I lean my head against the door, shut my eyes, and squeeze the base of my dick in my hand, hissing at the zing of pleasure that shoots through me.
Shaking my head, I strip out of my clothes, turn the water to cold, and then hop inside, hoping to calm my body down by the time I get out.
Unfortunately, having a cold shower doesn't help the predicament I'm in. Well, it did momentarily, but as soon as I walk back out of the bathroom and see Trix snuggled up in my bed watching something on her phone, her body barely covered by the sheets, my dick springs to life once again.
Yanking on a pair of boxers and some sweats underneath the towel around my waist, I let it drop to the floor, then grab my phone, trudge over to the bed, and throw myself down on it with a huff.
She turns to look at me, and I hold my phone out to her.
Her bright green eyes move between my face and my phone a couple of times before she takes it from me, and places it inside the drawer on her bedside unit.
"Thank you," she whispers, setting her phone down too.
"No need to thank me, Red."
She reaches over, turns the light off on her side, then lies down, nuzzling her head into the pillow and pulling the blanket over her body.
I breathe a sigh of relief when she's covered up, but even after a few minutes, my dick remains rock solid, showing no sign of deflating any time soon.
Trix fidgets beside me, quietly huffing and puffing.
Sighing, I move onto my side, shuffling my body across the bed until my chest is pressed against her back. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her against me, purposefully keeping a small amount of space between my crotch and her ass.
"Go to sleep, Trix."
"I'm trying," she whispers, as she wiggles her body in my arms, moving closer.
When her ass brushes against my cock, she stops moving, and I hold my breath while I slam my eyes shut.
Not even a moment later, she wiggles herself further back, adding more pressure as she plasters her body against mine.
Sighing, she gently rubs her fingers along my arm wrapped around her.
"Perfect," she mutters, relaxing into me.
Listening to the silence, and the sound of her breathing even out, I allow my own body to relax too, closing my eyes and drifting off as I think about how true her last statement is.
With her in my arms, this really does feel perfect.