Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Reed
It’s been forty-eight hours since I’ve been inside her. Forty-eight hours of being near her, of spending the day with her, of little touches and sneaking kisses in quiet corners, but not being able to fuck her.
I’m a desperate man.
“I thought we’d be going straight to the office,” Bella says next to me.
We’re in my car and have just pulled into the underground parking garage of my apartment in San Francisco. I made up a completely bullshit excuse to be here; no one, however, is going to question the boss.
“You thought wrong.” If I’m not inside her in the next five minutes I’m going to self combust.
I grab the bags from the trunk and manhandle her out of the car, dragging her to the elevator with me.
“Reed, Jesus, slow down,” she sputters as I pull her through the sliding doors and hit the button for our floor.
“I am seconds away from fucking you, baby. Unless you want that to be in here where there are cameras for people to see, I suggest you hurry the fuck up and get into our apartment.”
The doors ping and open onto the floor. I charge through and am unlocking the door before she can take her next breath.
She follows through behind me and I spin round and slam her against the door, closing it in the process.
“This cunt better be wet and ready for me,” I growl into her mouth, my tongue following my words and plundering hungrily.
“Always,” she whimpers. “I’m always wet for you.”
My hands hike up her dress, lifting her legs to wrap around my waist. Hooking them on my hips I move my hands to my belt and make quick work of releasing my incredibly hard and angry looking cock.
“Mmm, baby, that looks painful,” she murmurs teasingly. Her hand reaches between our bodies, giving me a firm squeeze.
“Brat,” I grunt, thrusting into her hand. “Put me inside you.” She slides the tip of my cock up and down her slit, coating me in her wetness and then places my head at her core.
Enough playing.
I push forwards, forcing my way inside her balls-deep.
“Fuuuck,” I groan. “Never again. I’m never going that long again without this. Without you.” I circle my hips once before withdrawing and slamming back into her. I lose any control I had, not that there was much left, but anything I did have is now gone as I hammer into her.
The door bangs at her back with every thrust of my cock inside her. I rut into her like an animal, like a starving man and she’s my nourishment.
“Yes, Reed,” she shouts, her cunt tightening around me like a vice as her orgasm nears.
I grind my hips on every thrust, stimulating her clit. She screams her release, tightening around me even further, damn near bruising my cock.
“Fuck, baby,” I grunt in her ear, my thrusts faltering, losing their rhythm as my own orgasm is pulled from me and I spill into her. “Such a perfect little cunt.”
There isn’t a chance in hell she’ll be sleeping in a bed other than mine ever again.
“Well,” she huffs. “That was a fun little detour before the office.”
“Fuck the office. I didn’t bring you here to work. I need to spend the next twenty-four hours inside you.”
I could spend the rest of my life inside some part of this woman and it still wouldn’t be enough. There’s something about her that calls to the possessive beast inside me, and there’s no way we’re letting her go.
Bella
It’s Thursday evening, and Reed is taking me on a date — our first ever date — and to be honest, it’s needed. I need food, I need sustenance.
I need to get out of the apartment and give my vagina a rest.
Reed has been relentless, he has spent every moment he can inside me since we got to San Francisco yesterday. There are guys in their teens who would love to have the libido my guy has.
“So, where are we going?” I ask as we walk out of our apartment building and head towards the waterfront hand in hand.
“Just a little seafood restaurant round the corner.”
“I love seafood,” I murmur in surprise.
“I know, you told me. Well, more specifically you told me you love crab cakes and this restaurant has the best.”
How does he remember that? I don’t even remember that conversation. Yet, here he is, taking me on a date to have one of my favorite foods, because he remembers an offhand comment I made.
I am so in love with this man.
Dinner was absolutely delicious. I had some of the best crab cakes I’ve ever tasted. We shared a bottle of wine and talked for hours, telling each other stories of growing up and filling in some of the blanks we don’t yet know about the other.
We’re walking along the boulevard, taking the long way back to our apartment when we walk past a street cart vendor who is selling something with the most amazing smell.
I pause on the sidewalk, pulling Reed to a halt, and take a big sniff of the incredible smelling food.
“Oh God, that smells so good.”
“You cannot still be hungry,” he laughs. “You told me when we left the restaurant that you weren’t eating another thing until morning.”
“Dessert is a different stomach,” I mutter. “Plus, have you smelt it, Reed? Tell me you don’t want to try it.” He shakes his head at me, chuckling.
“What even is it?” he mumbles.
“Pineapple fritters.” The vendor responds cheerfully.
Reed and I look at each other, and then simultaneously tell the guy we’ll take two.
Reed
Something wakes me, a nagging feeling that something is wrong. I sit up in bed and catch sight of Bella darting into the bathroom before the door is slammed shut and the sound of her unloading the contents of her stomach makes its way through the closed door.
Fuck.
I’m up and out of bed within seconds. I push my way into the bathroom and kneel at her side, scooping her hair out of the way and holding it back. My other hand strokes soothingly down her spine as she violently heaves into the toilet.
“Reed,” she gasps in between bouts of sickness. “Go — please, I don’t want you to see this.” It’s all she manages before her body is viciously ill again.
“If you think I’m leaving you like this, you don’t know me very well.
Tell me what it is, baby. Do you have a temperature?
Does it hurt anywhere? Fuck, baby girl, what’s wrong?
” I’m spiraling. I am fully aware that I am spiraling.
But the woman I love is ill, and there is nothing I can do to stop this.
“Crab cakes,” she mutters. “It must have been the crab cakes.”
I’m going to get that fucking place shut down.
She’s stopped vomiting for the time being, so I flush the toilet and move to the sink and run her washcloth under cold water. Returning to her, I hold it against her forehead and she moans her approval.
My dick doesn’t even twitch. Her moans are normally a sound that gets me hard in seconds, but my cock seems to be as worried about her as I am.
“Let me call the doctor for you,” I say.
“No,” she rasps. “It’s food poisoning. They can’t do anything. It’s just got to run its course.” As she says this, another round of sickness takes over.
Fuck, this is going to kill me seeing her like this.
Bella eventually feels well enough to go back to bed, so I sit her on the counter by the sink and give her teeth a quick clean, something she tried to insist on doing herself, but I wouldn’t hear of it. She’s not lifting a finger, not anytime soon.
Once I’ve finished, I scoop her into my arms and carry her to our bed, laying her down on my side of the mattress and scooting in behind her.
“Do you think you can sit forward for me? Just for a moment?” I ask her.
She shifts, propping herself up, her legs stretched out in front of her and between mine. I gently run my fingers through her hair, separating the strands and begin to braid it.
“Do I even want to know where you learnt to braid a woman’s hair?”
I chuckle at her question. “I have nieces, remember?”
“Oh. You must be rather involved with them if you braid their hair. I can’t really picture you as Uncle Reed.”
“I’m the cool Uncle; they like to stay with me sometimes, plus it gives their mom and dad a break. They like their hair braided for bed.”
“I’d like to meet them one day,” she sleepily mumbles as I pull her back into my chest, wrapping my arms around her.
“Next time they come round, you’ll be there too. You’ll always be there. I’m moving you in with me. No more nights apart.” She doesn’t hear me, though, she’s already fallen asleep in my arms — exactly where she belongs.