Chapter Ten
Emma
I ’m going insane.
After our run earlier, I was ready to come back home and jump into bed together. It’s Saturday after all. But Brayden was there, waiting on his dad. They’ve been out at Brayden’s property all day working on stuff to get it ready to rent out. Meanwhile, I’m bored out of my skull.
Since I have nothing better to do, I clean the townhome from top to bottom. It’s practically sparkling when I finish. It fills me with pride knowing I am able to do something for Reid, especially since he does so much for me.
My phone buzzes. Speaking of the handsome devil…
Reid: We’re going to head back soon. I’m starving .
Me: I’ll make you some food. Should I do it naked?
Reid: Are you trying to embarrass me in front of my son? Seriously, now all I can think about is you in the kitchen, making tacos, and wearing nothing.
Me: Your wish is my command.
Reid: Behave.
He sends me hand emojis, probably because he wants to smack my ass, and I crack up with laughter. Another text comes through, but this one is from Mom.
Mom: I’m sorry I was rude last night. I’ve just been going through a lot. Did Reid say anything to you? Are things awkward?
If she only knew what we did last night…
Me: Things are fine. How is the new guy’s place?
Mom: Fine, I guess. He didn’t seem keen about me bringing my kid with me. Let me work on him another night or two. Will you be okay until then?
Me: Yes, but don’t bother. I’m staying here.
Mom: I understand you like it there, but you know your place is with me. You’re my child.
Me: Can we talk about this later? I’m about to cook dinner.
Mom: Of course. Love you .
I shake off the stress of discussing this with her. I’m one hundred percent positive she will hate it when she learns I’m seeing Reid. It’s going to be dramatic and emotional. Not looking forward to that day. However, I’m also not going to deny myself feeling happy just because Reid is her ex.
Distraction is the name of the game, and I spend the next half hour focused on cooking dinner.
Reid’s timing is impeccable because he saunters in just as I’m turning off the stove.
I’d flirted shamelessly over text, but now I feel weird stripping out of my clothes while in the kitchen. He smirks as he enters.
“So, you can behave,” he murmurs, prowling over to me. “Good girl.”
I melt in his arms as he pulls me to him for a filthy kiss. Now, I wish I’d gotten over my awkwardness and gotten naked. It would make things super convenient about now.
“Let me grab a quick shower and we can sit down to eat.”
He steals another kiss and then disappears.
When the shower starts, I busy myself making our plates.
I grab a Coke for myself and one of his craft beers he’s always drinking for him.
We’ve sat at this table countless times, a lot of times with my mother, but this is the first time it’ll feel like a date.
Reid must be eager to see me again because he showers in record time. I grin at him when he enters the dining area. Shirtless. My smile falls because damn. Water droplets he missed roll down his sculpted tattooed chest. Yum. I don’t need dinner. I need him.
He smirks as he sits beside me. I chew on my bottom lip, watching him beneath hooded lashes. Warmth tickles its way through me, settling in my core.
“This looks good,” he says as he picks up a soft taco. “You spoil me.”
I preen at his words. Reid deserves to be treated with respect and adoration. Not someone to be used for free rent, food, and whatever else you can get out of him.
He’s even sexy when he eats, taking massive bites to devour his taco within a few seconds. I can’t help but roam my gaze over his muscular shoulders. How is a man in his mid-forties so hot? Guys half his age don’t look half as good as him.
Reid is special.
Sexy, manly, strong.
I want to lick him.
“Eat your food,” he commands, voice raspy but authoritative.
I’m definitely no longer hungry for tacos, but I do as I’m told because I like to please him. His hazel eyes glitter appreciatively at me as he continues to eat. When I’m not staring at his stupidly hot chest and focus on my food, I can actually carry on a conversation.
“You came back pretty dusty. What were you two working on?”
Reid polishes off a third taco before swiping his mouth with a napkin. “Sanding drywall. There were a lot of holes needing patching.”
“Is it hard?”
“Nah.”
“How hard would it be to fix up the cute yellow place?”
He takes a swig of his beer, eyes narrowing on me. “What’s up with that place? You have plans for it, don’t you?”
I look away to toy with my tortilla. “Something like that.”
“Emma.” The deep, throaty rumble of his voice vibrates through me. “Tell me.”
“It’s stupid.”
His eyebrows knit together. “Do I need to make you tell me?”
I gape at him, pussy tingling at his words. “What? How?”
“I have my methods.” He rises to his feet and then comes to stand behind me. “This goes much easier if you tell me what I want to know.”
His palms slide down my shoulders to my breasts over my shirt and he squeezes. If not telling him gets this kind of attention, I’m going to keep my lips glued shut.
“Em…”
I clamp down on my bottom lip with my teeth and tilt my head to look up at him. Something dark shifts in his gaze and a chill works its way down my spine .
“I see,” he growls. “Very well.”
He leans forward like he might kiss me, but I realize he’s just trying to reach my shorts. I lift up, whimpering as he slides both my shorts and panties down over my ass and thighs. I push them toward my knees and kick them away.
“Are we going to have sex now?”
Ignoring me, he grabs my thigh and lifts it.
Then, he places my foot on the edge of the table.
Curious to see where he’s going with this, I relax as he does the other leg too.
Cool air tickles my pussy. I feel too exposed with my legs parted, feet on either side of my dinner plate, and ass hanging off the edge of the chair.
He walks away from me and my heart rate quickens. With eyes seared on me, he unhooks his top button and draws his zipper down. I can see his thick, hard cock tucked away under his jeans.
No underwear.
He’s trying to kill me.
Rather than pulling his dick out, he continues around the other side of the table. Then, he jerks out the chair across from me—the same one Mom always sits at. My eyes widen when he gets down on his knees.
“What are you doing?” I stammer, knowing good and damn well what he’s about to do.
“Having something sweet for dessert.”
Oh my God.
He drops down to his hands and knees, shuffling over the carpet toward me. I tilt my head down so I can see him when he comes into view. His starved gaze materializes in the small window between my thighs and the table.
“Look at how fucking hot you are,” he praises, running his knuckle over my clit. “I can’t wait to taste you, baby.”
I hold my breath as he leans closer, aching for him to put his mouth right where I throb for him. He blows softly over the sensitive flesh and then turns his head to lick the inside of my thigh.
“Wait,” I whimper. “Go back.”
“I will,” he rumbles, teasing his tongue in lazy circles. “After you tell me about the building.”
The what?
Oh my God. He’s serious right now. This is punishment!
“I, uh, I can’t remember,” I lie, squirming as he sucks on my thigh. “It was probably dumb.”
I cry out when he bites me. Not hard enough to break the skin but definitely stings. He suckles on the flesh and is almost to my pussy when he pops off to go and tease the other thigh.
“I can do this all night,” he warns, giving my other thigh a bruise to match the first one. “Or you can tell me so I can lick this gorgeous cunt like we both desperately want.”
I really, really want that.
So, tell him!
But then he’ll try to swoop in and help. It’ s all he does for people. I just don’t want it to be that way for me. I’m not some girl who needs saving.
“Please,” he murmurs, finally running his tongue along my pussy. “Be a good girl and tell me.”
I shudder when he pulls away. “I, uh, I want to do it on my own.”
He rewards my confession with more licking. The slurping, ravenous sounds coming from him are sinful.
“You think I’ll try and take care of it for you?”
“Yes.”
His licking intensifies. Sucking and nipping are now added to the mix. I groan in pleasure, gripping the sides of my chair to keep from sliding right into the floor.
“If I swear to let you handle it, will you tell me? You can trust me, baby. You know that right?”
I do know that.
He’s so good to me.
“I had a business idea. It’s why I don’t want to go to college. The place is perfect.” I whimper when his tongue probes the inside of my body. “Can we discuss the rest later? I swear I’ll tell you all about it.”
“Come all over my tongue and I’ll let this slide for now.”
“Deal,” I say, panting from his expert licking skills.
As he nips again at my clit, he slides a finger inside of me.
I moan at the intrusion, wondering how in the hell I’m going to fit his massive cock in there.
He must be inside my head, too, because he pushes another finger into me.
It burns as he stretches me to accommodate him.
His third finger is almost too much. I’d probably ask him to stop if it weren’t for how desperately he sucks on my clit.
The pain is overshadowed by the glorious bliss running through me.
Feels. So. Good.
Light explodes around me as my climax takes me by surprise. Reid fucks his fingers into me even through all the whimpering and shaking. Then, when my dizzying orgasm fades away, I’m vaguely aware of being manhandled to the floor.
He crawls over my body, shoving my thighs apart, and settles himself there like he belongs. Lips crash to mine and I’m met with the musky taste of myself.
“Pure heaven,” he murmurs. “You taste like heaven, baby.”
I dig my heels into his ass, lifting my pussy so that he knows I need more from him. When he continues to kiss me and rock against me, but not much else, I claw at his shoulders.
“Reid…”
“Beg for what you want, baby. I want to hear what you need.”
He shoves down his jeans and his cock falls heavily against my pubic bone. His cock is so long, it nearly touches my breasts. There’s no way this thing is fitting inside me.
“I’m scared,” I admit, eyes latching onto his fiery ones. “Will it hurt? ”
“Does it matter?” he challenges as he grips his cock. “Would that change your mind?”
I shake my head. “Fuck me, Reid. I need you inside me.”
The tip of his cock teases my slick opening and then he pushes against it. My body resists at first, sending shooting pain up my spine, but then it’s like it gives up. He glides the rest of the way in, bruising places inside me I didn’t know existed.
“I have a big dick,” he says through gritted teeth. “And you’re so fucking tight and small. It’s going to take a few times for it to not hurt.”
He’s tearing me apart in the most beautiful way possible.
“I can take it. Now kiss me, Reid. I need your mouth on mine.”