Chapter Fourteen
Emma
H ow much is too much sex?
Do I even care?
Nope.
Sure, I’m sore from all the makeup sex we’ve had the last couple of days, but it sure as hell doesn’t have me pushing Reid away.
He loves having his face buried between my thighs, licking me over and over until I see stars.
It’s my favorite thing in life. Based on the ravenous growls and slurping sounds, he agrees.
It doesn’t take long before Reid has me right where he wants me.
I grip the short strands of his hair as the orgasm possesses me.
He doesn’t let me move despite my wriggling, forcing me to endure the intense tonguing on my clit, even when it feels like it’s too much stimulation.
The man loves giving me the most immense pleasure imaginable.
I’m panting by the time he finishes, throbbing with the need for him to be inside of me. He bites the inside of my thigh, and I whimper at the sharp pain.
“You turn me into an animal,” he murmurs, licking the teeth-indented flesh. “I go crazy when I’m with you.”
He roughly flips me onto my stomach and then grips my hips.
I moan as he molds my body so that I’m ass up on my knees and elbows.
His cock slides along the juices of my arousal and his leftover saliva on my pussy.
It makes my overworked clit tingle with delight.
Then, he pushes against me, and his insanely thick cock stretches me to the point of pain.
“Ahh,” I cry out, pulling his pillow to my face so I can bury the sounds.
“You can take it, Em. You always do.”
Despite the pain, tendrils of pleasure creep in.
He’s right. I like when he pushes my body to the limit.
Each stretch or bite or bruise adds to the bliss of it all.
As if he’s inside my mind and needs to drive home a point, he smacks my ass hard.
My pussy clenches multiple times like shockwaves of ecstasy.
There’s no hiding how this man makes me feel.
“When you’re good at taking cock,” he grunts out, sliding in and out of me at a teasing pace, “I’m going to get you here, too.”
I flinch when his thumb rubs along my ass crack. “Won’t it hurt?”
“Maybe. Haven’t ever done that before. I’m dying to with you, though. ”
Reid Foss hasn’t done anal before. And he wants to do it with me? I don’t care if I die in the process, I’ll do it without hesitation. Having a first for both of us feels special and I want it.
“Okay,” I breathe, pushing against his teasing cock. “Right now?”
He chuckles as he caresses my ass. “Oh, sweet girl. Your innocence makes me so fucking hard. No. We have to work up to it.”
I’m not sure what all that entails, but I get my answer when I hear him sucking and then his thumb is back to my crack. He rubs at the puckered hole there. Gently, he eases it into my body. The burn is instantaneous, and I cry out at the fiery sensation there.
“Hurts?”
“Yes.”
“Want me to stop?”
“Um…”
He bucks his hips, distracting me, and then pushes his thumb deep inside my ass. At first, it’s too much all at once, but then I become hyper aware of the complete and utter fullness of him. And now there’s a place inside of me that throbs with a new kind of pleasure.
“Keep g-going,” I stammer out. “That, uh, feels good inside.”
Reid fucks into me harder this time, but his thumb is much gentler. He stretches and presses places inside me that send stars darting across my vision .
It feels too good.
Like I’m floating on a cloud of bliss in some magical world that’s not real.
His other hand smacks my ass, jerking me to the here and now. This is totally real and the man doing it to me is all mine.
“Come, little girl,” he instructs, voice hoarse with need. “I love it when your needy cunt milks the cum right out of my cock.”
His words are always so vile and wicked.
I love them. That and how he effortlessly plays my body never fails in sending me over the edge every time.
I explode with pleasure, turning boneless and thrashing wildly as my release crashes through me.
As promised, his cock pulsates, and he fills me up with his heat.
I’m exhausted from all the lovemaking and only wake up when I realize he’s carrying me.
A yawn tumbles out of me. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
We slip into the dark bathroom. I notice candles lined up along the edge of the tub, their soft yellow light flickering. It smells like lavender.
“Soak, Em. I’m going to grab us some dinner,” he says as he sets me to my feet in the nearly scalding-hot water. “You need this.”
I sink into the deliciously comforting bubble bath. Reid disappears and then returns with my phone, a bottle of water, and a towel .
“Relax,” he instructs. “I’ll be back soon.”
Even though I love the feral animal in bed, it’s nice when Reid gets like this. He’s a sweet, good guy who wants nothing more than to care for the people he loves. The man is a catch and I’m grateful I caught him.
My phone buzzes and I’m not at all surprised to find that it’s Mom.
Mom: Just saw Reid. He said to go on up, but I am trying to respect your boundaries.
We’ve texted a bit back and forth since Reid brought me home, but we haven’t spoken in person. It’s long overdue.
Me: I’m in the bath, soaking. You can come in and chat.
She doesn’t respond, but seconds later I hear the front door opening. Keys jangle as they’re tossed on a countertop and then I hear her sneakers on the stairs.
“Hey, sweetie.”
I dip lower into the water, letting the bubbles cover the hickeys on my breasts. No need to pour salt in our wounds with visual reminders. “Hey.”
She sets her purse down—a newer, fancier one than what she beat Reid with—and kneels down beside the bathtub.
I close my eyes when she cups my cheek and kisses my forehead.
A brief memory of being a child who needed help washing her hair tickles my mind.
She was always so careful not to get soap in my eyes.
“Did Reid tell you we spoke?” she asks, voice soft. She moves to sit on the closed lid of the toilet, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees. In the candlelight, she’s especially beautiful. Dare I say happy?
“Vaguely. He said you two cleared the air. Apologized.”
“Did he tell you I was unfaithful to him?”
My gut twists with anger. “What? Are you serious?”
“It was wrong, and I shouldn’t have done him that way, but we both know there wasn’t love between us. It was a relationship of convenience.”
“Mom…” I shake my head, disgust roiling in my stomach. “I knew something was up with you.”
“I should have told you,” she chokes out, fighting tears. “I wanted to, but I felt trapped. Reid is a good man who took care of us. My needs weren’t important as long as you were okay.”
“You shut me out, Mom. It’s not a shocker me and Reid became close. He was there when you weren’t.”
She swipes at a tear. “I know. That’s on me. I’m ashamed of how it went down. Of how I treated you both. I’m so sorry, honey.”
I reach over the flickering candles to take her hand. She squeezes it tight.
“Can we go back to you being the person who always has my back and tells me everything?” I ask, voice wobbling. “I need my mom and my best friend back.”
She nods and flashes me a watery smile. “Absolutely.”
I listen to her tell me about the guy she’s seeing. The water turns cold, and Reid returns with food by the time I finish. She leaves the bathroom while I dry off and dress, but I find both her and Reid in the kitchen a little while later.
“I invited your mom to eat with us,” Reid says, hazel eyes boring into me. “Is that okay?”
Mom carries a plate out of the kitchen and into the dining area. Reid plants a quick, discrete kiss on my lips before grabbing our plates. The three of us settle to a nice, chatty dinner that feels normal and happy. It’s a strange place to be.
“…and when she goes to college—”
I jerk out of my gaze to frown at Mom. “I told you, I’m not going.”
“What will you do after school, then?”
Reid gives me an encouraging smile and nods.
“I have a business idea,” I tell her, waiting for her to laugh or shake her head. She waits patiently, eyebrows furling slightly. “It’s like daycare, but at night and on weekends.”
Since Mom’s expression has relaxed and grown curious, I am able to let go of the tension in my shoulders and continue .
“Rather than being a single babysitter at a person’s home, they could bring them to me.
” I glance over at Reid. “I even already picked out the perfect place. A cute, quaint building between a lot of the neighborhoods and downtown where all the restaurants are. I could feed them dinner, watch movies or play with them, and even get them ready for bed so their parents can pick them up on the way home.”
Mom nods, smiling. “You certainly light up talking about it. Something like that is expensive, though. None of us are rolling in money.”
“I have Brayden’s college fund,” Reid offers. “I’m sure he wouldn’t miss a little of it, especially if I paid it back eventually.”
“No,” I say firmly. “I’ve already spoken to the Blakelys about it. Quinn says he would finance it if I will run it. We’d be partners.”
With both Reid and Mom staring at me with worry gleaming in their eyes, it almost feels like the old dynamic where they’re in the parental roles and I’m the child. But I remember that I’m an adult with big dreams. I’m going after them on my terms.
“And before either of you dismisses what I’ve spent months thinking about, know that I really, really want this. It’s not a whim or random idea. I love kids and I want to have my own business.”
“You trust them?” Reid asks, eyes darting all over me.
“I do. ”
He sighs heavily. “Then I trust them too, because I trust you.”
I turn to look over at Mom. She picks at her food before relenting with a nod.
“I trust you too,” she mutters. “Even if it scares the hell out of me. Can I at least get one of my clients to look over the contract for you?”
Quinn is a good man, but I know Mom only wants to help. “I’d like that. Thanks.”
“Where is this place anyway?” Mom asks, relaxing a bit. “Is it even available to lease?” Then, she shakes her head. “Not that little yellow building you always rubberneck when we pass.”
I grin at her. “That’s the one!”
“That place is like a hundred years old,” she complains. “You know how hard it’s going to be for us to clean it up?”
Us?
She wants to help me, and it means a lot.
“I know someone who cleans houses pretty well,” I tease. “Now, if only I could find someone who was good at rehabbing old, crummy properties.”
We all laugh.
And then we get to planning.
When we’re stuffed and ready to conquer the world, Mom leaves, but not before stealing a hug that crushes my ribs. Once she’s gone, I fall into Reid’s strong, comforting arms, feeling peace like I’ve never known before .
He used to by my mom’s man.
Now he’s just mine.
I’m still in high school, in love with a man more than twice my age, and about to embark on an entrepreneurial journey, yet not one of those things feels wrong or overwhelming.
In fact, everything is finally falling into place.