Chapter 9 #3
“Damn straight. You’re stronger than they are.”
By the time we made it to the other end of the event center, he pulled my purse from my hand and dug through it for the hotel key.
“I never understood why they gave you a hotel room for helping organize. I guess it’s in case you drank too much?”
“Maybe. I don’t know.” My mind whirled, but then I found myself being practically dragged down the hall, up the elevator, and into the small suite they’d provided.
It was as if I blinked, and I was suddenly standing in the suite, Reece in front of me, his chest heaving.
“We can go. If you want. We can go. But I’m not going to let them have the satisfaction of seeing you break down.”
“They hate me so much.”
“Fuck them. They don’t matter.”
“What if they somehow make sure the Longs hurt you? I don’t want this to hurt Bella.”
He cursed under his breath, took a step back, and undid his tie.
“Fuck them. I’m not letting go of my daughter.
Do you get that? No matter what, she’s mine.
Cassie took her away and hid her for years, and if this is the crowd that they want Bella to grow up in, fuck them.
She’s my family, she’s a Fox. Fuck, she’s more of a Montgomery than she is a Long.
Fuck them. They’re not touching my kid.”
My lip wobbled, and I hated myself just then.
I had to be stronger than this. “Why do they hate me? I didn’t do it.
I didn’t take Duke away. He’s the one who did it.
He took his own life, and I don’t know why he was hurting so much and why we couldn’t see it, but we didn’t, and I can’t take it back.
But I didn’t do it. And they can’t realize that. ”
“They don’t see you for you, Brooklyn. They never have.” He cupped my face, and I looked up at him then, my heart racing.
“We should go home.”
“We should,” he said. “After.” And then his mouth was on mine and I couldn’t breathe.
He pressed my back to the door, my chin lifting as he slid his mouth down my neck, over my collarbone. He tugged on the top of my dress, so he could nibble at my shoulder. My hands raced up his back.
“Reece.”
“I know. I know.” Then he took my mouth again, and there were no words. His hands were on my sides, pulling up my dress slightly, and I spread my legs, letting his knee slide between my thighs. He ground himself against me, my clit pulsating with each movement, and I moaned into his mouth.
“That’s my girl. You’re here. You’re mine.”
Oh, how I wanted that to be true. But in that moment I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think about anything else but his hands.
When he slid a hand up my thigh and over me, I let out a gasp.
“So wet. And look at all this lace.” He shoved up my dress and went to his knees.
My mouth opened to say something, but then I couldn’t do a damn thing. He breathed cool air over my panties, and my knees went weak. When he slid my panties to the side, and began to lick and suck, I lost all sense of thought. All sense of decorum.
Instead, he explored me, sucking on my clit and spreading my folds. When he speared me with two fingers, rubbing over a small bundle of nerves on the first try, I came, quick on the trigger.
“You taste fucking sweet, Brooklyn. Look at you when you come, all pink and blushing for me. Look at what you’re doing. Do you see my face? You’re so fucking wet that you’re gushing. And that’s for me, Brooklyn. No one else. It’s just you and me right here.”
I should have been embarrassed, but I couldn’t.
Not with Reece there, holding me close. And when he stood up and took my mouth again, I tasted myself on him.
He lifted me up by the waist and carried me to the bed.
Without words, he stripped me out of my dress, tossing my heels to the side.
He shoved off my panties, and I reached around to undo my bra.
He threw that to the side as well, and then his face was between my breasts, his beard rough against my flesh, and I swallowed hard.
He sucked and he nibbled, biting my nipples.
As he met my gaze, his smile was wicked.
There was just something about him, nearly fully dressed with me naked, that left me vulnerable. And yet I knew I was safe in his hands, in his inked, and oh-so-sure touch.
He stood back, stripped out of his jacket, and then his shirt, and I moaned.
“That’s a good girl, that’s my Brooklyn.”
My eyes widened, tears threatening at his words, but then his head was between my legs again, and I couldn’t think of anything else.
I ran my hand through his hair, loving the way that his dark and reddish hair between my pale thighs looked.
He sucked and licked, and before I could tell him to stop, to tell him that I wanted him inside me, I came again.
I never came more than once during sex, and here was Reece Fox making me come twice in a row.
He shoved off his pants, taking his boxer briefs with them, and his cock sprung free, hitting his belly, leaving a trail of pre-cum.
My eyes widened at the length of him, and I licked my lips.
“Reece,” I whispered.
“What? You’re the one with your hood pierced,” he said, leaning down to flick the piercing at the hood over my clit.
“If you keep tugging on that, I’m going to come for a third time,” I moaned.
“Good. I’m clean,” he said suddenly. “And I don’t have a fucking condom.”
My eyes widened, and I realized that in this moment we could stop. Him with his hand gripping the base of his cock, the piercing at the end of his dick glistening underneath the light. The hoop matched the hoops in his nipples, and I swallowed hard.
“I can’t… I can’t get pregnant.”
I didn’t elaborate, now wasn’t the time, and an odd expression covered Reece’s face. But he leaned forward and took my mouth with his.
When he pulled back, panting, I tried to catch my breath. “Does that mean I can have you bare? I do realize that even using condoms, it doesn’t always work, Bella is evidence of that. But if you want, I can stop.”
I shook my head and let him wipe a tear from my cheek. “I want you. In me. And now. There’s no risk. I’m clean, but I can’t get pregnant.”
He nodded. “I’m clean too. I’ll take good care of you,” he whispered, and in that moment, I knew he meant more than just his touch.
So when I spread my legs for him, and he settled between them, I swallowed hard and kept my eyes on him. He teased me at first, gliding his cock between my folds, both of us groaning, and then he slid into me, inch by inch.
“Reece,” I moaned.
“That’s it, take me. You’re so fucking tight, Brooklyn. And you’re going to take me—all of me. Do you see me? Look at my dick. Look at your cunt taking me. Look.”
I did as he ordered, my breath coming in pants, as he shifted in and out of me, slowly at first, and then he was seated deep inside of me, stretching me to the point of pain but bliss simultaneously.
“That’s it, that’s my Brooklyn.”
He kissed me again, and then he began to move.
Slowly at first, then harder and faster until we couldn’t breathe and couldn’t think.
And when he shifted, so I was on top, riding him, he played with my nipples, and I did the same to his.
A smile curved my lips, and then I was coming again, before Reece pushed me to my back again, one hand around my neck, the other on my hip, and thrust into me harder and faster.
And when he came, filling me, his mouth was on mine, and I wrapped my legs and arms around him, needing him more than I could say.
And afterward, both of us panting, he kissed me softly and wiped away my tears before he pulled out of me.
“We need to head back home soon, but first, let me take care of you.”
I sat up in bed, feeling oddly bare as I pulled the sheet up to cover myself.
“It’s okay.”
“We can talk tomorrow. But tonight, let me just take care of you.”
He kept repeating that, as if he didn’t know what else to say.
And frankly, I didn’t blame him. Instead, I let him carry me to the bathroom where he filled the tub with hot water and bubbles, and moved me inside.
I already ached between my legs, but here he was, caring for me.
And when he shifted behind me, surprising me, I leaned back against him, his cock already hard against my back.
He cupped my breasts, and held me close, and in that moment, I broke down.
“There you go. I was waiting for that.” He kissed my temple.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m your first since…”
He didn’t elaborate, and I was grateful.
Because for some reason Reece Fox understood. He always did.
But I wasn’t crying because of Duke.
No, I was crying because I loved the man that held me.
And I already knew what it felt like to lose someone.
And with everything surrounding us, I knew I would have to deal with losing a man I loved again.