Chapter 29 #2
His muscles were taut, water dripping down his chest. I smirked to myself, thinking about how he was torturing me a few minutes ago, and now it was my turn to return the favor—two could play this game.
My lips brushed his collarbone first, feather-light before I trailed kisses lower, my tongue darting out to taste the water on his abs.
He barely got the words out to Bailey, who was waiting for his response as he said, “Nah, man, not hungry. I'll catch you later.”
When my mouth grazed along the v-line of his waist, I felt his body tense, he knew exactly what I was about to do. His fingers traced my jaw, tilting my face up to look at him, “bad girl,” he mouthed, before swiping his thumb over my lower lip.
Bailey was probably just a few feet away, oblivious—or pretending to be.
The thought of getting caught was nerve-racking but also thrilling.
His jaw clenched, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
I wasn’t going to stop, not now. I sank to my knees, the water trickling over me as I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock.
It was hard, thick, and already leaking pre-cum.
My lips parted, and I took him into my mouth, every inch, savoring the way hips jerked forward involuntarily, the way I had just started and he was already losing control.
“Fucking hell,” he bit the knuckle of his index finger to stifle a moan.
I pulled back slowly, my tongue dragging all around his shaft before swirling around the tip. His breath was ragged now, and when I looked up at him, his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust.
Bailey chose that moment to speak again. “Did you do legs today?”
He was almost suffering now—his voice strained as he managed, “Ch-chest day.”
“Ah! That’s right,” Bailey shot back.
I smirked around his cock, taking him deeper this time, my throat constricting as I swallowed him whole.
A hand gripped the back of my head, fingers tightened in my hair, tugging just enough to make me moan.
I could feel him fighting it, trying to stay quiet, but I wasn’t going to let him off that easily.
I bobbed my head faster, sucking harder, my tongue working him in ways that had his knees buckling.
“You’re going to kill me,” he said, pressing a palm against the shower wall to steady himself, like it was the only thing keeping him upright.
I loved it—every fucking second of it. The way his breath hitched, the way his abs tensed, the way he bit down on his lip to hold back his moans.
I could feel the tension coiling tight in his body as I brought him closer and closer to the edge.
Just when I felt like he was almost there, I pulled away.
Reese closed his eyes and shook his head, giving me all the satisfaction I needed.
"You sure you aren’t hungry?" Bailey asked, apparently not getting the message.
He pulled me to him, his chest pressed against mine.
His cock was thick, hard, and wedged against my stomach, and the heat of it made my clit throb like a second fucking pulse.
I slid my hand between us, fingers wrapping around his shaft, and the way he rolled his eyes, and tilted his head back sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my core.
“Finish what you started,” I whispered as I felt him twitch in my hand, his hips jerking forward like he couldn’t help himself. The water pounded down on us, hot and relentless, but it was nothing compared to the heat between us.
One of his hands slid down my back, fingers digging into the curve of my ass as he lifted me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He was strong—so fucking strong—and the way he handled me like I weighed nothing only made me more wet.
I kept my head low enough not to be seen as I kissed his neck, my mouth hot on his skin.
His other hand found my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple until it was hard and aching.
“Reese?” Bailey asked again, getting impatient.
"Y-yeah, all good," Reese responded as he positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock brushing against my clit, teasing me, driving me insane. He had a crooked grin on his face, but me, I wanted to scream, to beg him to shove himself inside me already, but I couldn’t.
Not here. Not with Bailey on the other side.
So I settled for grinding against him, my hips rocking in small, desperate circles as I tried to tempt him into moving further.
“Patience, Chaos,” he rasped, and I hated him for it. Hated how he could be so calm when I was a fucking mess. But then he finally—finally—pushed inside me, and all coherent thought left my brain in a rush of white-hot pleasure.
"Alright, guess I'll have the pizza all to myself," Bailey complained, then said a few muffled words I couldn’t focus on.
Reese whispered, “Fuck you feel good,” under his breath. Then, louder, "Bails, unless you wanna see my dick, get out of here."
My nails dug into his shoulders as he filled me completely.
And then he started to move. Slow at first, then each delicious thrust was a torturous drag that had me biting down on my own hand to keep quiet.
He picked up the pace, his hips rolling and slamming into mine with a force that had me seeing stars.
"You know your dick is pretty impressive." Bailey laughed to himself.
Before Reese could respond, I whispered in his ear, "Don't you dare stop this time."
The sound of skin slapping against skin was drowned out by the shower, the steam swallowing us whole as he fucked me so hard I thought I might break.
Each time he bottomed out, I could feel his cock hitting that spot inside me that made my whole body tremble, my orgasm building, ready to fucking explode.
"You could have mentioned mine was impressive too, you know," Bailey added, annoyingly. "Maybe we've been changing around each other for too many years in locker rooms. It’s tragic, honestly."
Oh my god, this was now insane. I was resisting the urge to throw something at him.
"Bye, Bailey,” Reese snapped, dismissing him.
Bailey didn’t faze him, though. Reese placed a hand on the shower wall, his other hand still held me up with ease as he continued to thrust in and out of me.
It took everything in me not to scream. The hot water trailed down our entwined bodies, and Reese kissed away the water drops on my collarbone.
I gave him a pleading look, my eyes wide and begging him to keep going. "Don't stop," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. "I need to–"
He leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "I know, baby. I know."
"Alright, I’ll hit you up later... and don't forget you dropped your pink bra on the floor before you go, Coach will kill you if he finds that." Bailey was now officially talking to himself, and I hoped he was finally letting himself out.
“Right there,” I whimpered, my voice barely more than a whimper, and he growled in response, his grip on my ass tightening as he pounded into me harder, faster.
I could feel his control slipping, his thrusts becoming erratic, and I knew he was close too.
He covered my mouth to muffle my cries as I finally came hard, my body shuddering with pleasure.
“Thank you,” I breathed in relief, my lips brushing against the hollow of his throat. And just like that, he let go, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep. The feel of him spilling inside me for the first time and letting himself go was intoxicating.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us trembling and breathless, the water washing away the evidence of what we’d done. But I knew one thing for sure—whatever this was between us, it was far from over. Not even close. And the worst part? I had actually admitted I was jealous.
Later that day, I lounged on the ratty couch in the lounge room of the dance studio, a place where I often collapsed between classes.
Sam held out a paper bag. "Brought you sustenance," she said. Being the saint that she was, she occasionally stopped by on my breaks when she was running around.
"Thanks," I said, taking the bag and laying it on my chest.
"Are you doing okay?" Her tone was playful yet probing. "You never hesitate to rip open a sandwich."
Sam had an uncanny ability to pick up on anything going on with me—sometimes she’d even know things before I did.
"Doing just great," I lied, the words muffled as I finally opened the bag and took a reluctant bite of the sandwich. The flavors mingled in my mouth—savory turkey and provolone cheese. I chewed mechanically, feeling Sam's gaze, doing my best not to look at her.
She leaned back against the cushions. "Well… I am so glad this wedding is almost over," she sighed, a flicker of exasperation softening as she turned to me. "I love you and your family, but I think I've had my tolerance of Charlotte."
"Yeah, the big day is almost here," I said, swallowing hard.
Sam watched me, her brow furrowing slightly as she tried to decipher my expression.
The closer we got to the wedding day, the more I felt the ticking clock on whatever this was with Reese.
It was a countdown to an ending I wasn't prepared for, no matter how badly I tried to protect myself.
"Hey," Sam said, breaking into my thoughts with a gentle nudge. "No offense to Charlotte and Dan, but you and Reese are going to be the most gorgeous couple there."
Her words should have comforted me, should have made me excited, but instead, it was depressing. It made me feel worse. This was all supposed to be fake, just for show. But it felt less like an act every time I was around Reese.
"Ever since I was little," I confessed, putting the sandwich down on the table next to me, "I've been dreaming about what it would be like to impress my cousins, to see that look of awe on my grandparents' faces when I show up to a family event with someone they'd all be proud of. To be with someone like Reese."
"Then why don’t you look excited?"
"I've been keeping something from you," I murmured, about to rip this bandaid. I had to tell someone, and she’s the only person I could trust.
"Which is?"
"Reese and I... we're not what everyone thinks," I began, the words tumbling out before I could talk myself out of it.
"We've been pretending. Everything has been a lie, an act, until—it sort of wasn't. One moment led to another, and suddenly, we were really hooking up.
But it all ends after Charlotte's wedding. "
I’d known our arrangement would be coming to an end this entire time.
I told myself I wouldn’t fall for him. That I couldn’t.
But no matter how much I was fighting it, my heart wasn’t getting the memo.
I couldn’t keep going down this dangerous path, I couldn’t keep heading in a direction that could only end in destruction.
And even if somehow Reese and I did become something real, he still had the MLB draft just days after the wedding.
He’d still move far away and be in a world that I’d have no place in.
Sam’s expression didn't change as I continued.
"I wanted so badly to just impress my family and to finally belong. I wanted to walk in with Reese on my arm and bask in a moment of my own. So, I struck a deal with him—even knowing what he did to me in sixth grade. But now, nothing feels right anymore. Reese... he doesn’t seem like the same person who did that to me.
Or, maybe it's me who's changed. I'm just so lost, Sam. "
"I knew something was off," she whispered. “I knew how badly he hurt you. There's no way you'd just get over that… but if he's doing all this for you," Sam continued, "what are you doing for him? What's your part of the deal?"
"I told him... I'd make sure his sister made the cheer team."
The sharp clatter of a water bottle falling on the floor hit me like a sharp slap to the face. A chill crept up my spine as I turned toward the sound, only to find Lola, eyes wide and accusing. Her gaze locked onto mine, and then I saw the hurt take over her expression.
"So you weren't doing this because you wanted to help me? You used me to make my brother be your date to a wedding?"
"Lola, wait!" I blurted, the word tumbling out in a breathless rush as I shot to my feet. "Let me explain."
Lola reached for her water bottle, her movements quick with wounded pride. "No," she snapped. "I heard everything I need to know." She clutched the bottle closer. "I don't need any more of your ‘help.’”
Her words were a gut punch. The dance studio had always been a place of escape, but right now, I felt ashamed, the mirrors reflecting back an image of myself I hardly recognized anymore.