Chapter 8
REED
Lexie can be a mouthy little thing when she wants to be.
Granted, I probably deserve it after making her spill her food and wine all over the bedroom, but her being mouthy makes my dick hard. I’m having a hard time controlling myself right now.
I hold her cheeks with one hand, holding her mouth open and with the other I take another hit.
Pulling my face down to hers, I blow in her mouth then let her close it.
“Inhale.” I demand and watch as her chest rises.
“Good girl.” I say and her cheeks flush as she exhales through her nose before I put the joint to her lips.
She takes two hits then I walk over to snub the joint out on the brick outside the window by the couch, before closing and locking it.
Lexie sits there not saying a word just following me with her gaze as I put everything up.
“Where is the broom and mop, and do you have some old towels?” She quickly tells me where everything is and I get to work.
I sweep up the broken glass, mop the floor and remake it with another comforter that is in the closet. I make sure to take a picture of the tag on the stained one so I can find her the exact one. Noticing her phone plugged into the charger by the bed, I pick it up and it opens.
No password. “Well that makes this much easier.” I whisper to myself as I quickly download a tracker application and hide it somewhere within the millions of apps so she won’t find it.
I check my phone and pull the app up. The little dot says Honeybee showing she’s here with me.
By the time I’m done, she’s finished her food and looks tired as hell. “Let’s get you to bed.” I say from the doorway to her room.
“Aren’t we going to talk about why you broke into my apartment and sat in the dark like a stalker until I got here?” She quirks a brow.
I smirk and cross my arms, “Not really breaking in if you leave your window unlocked.”
She rolls her eyes and I resist the urge to walk over and bend her over my knee. “Don’t roll your eyes at me unless you want me to do something about it.”
Her eyes widen at my bluntness, then she nervously breaks eye contact.
She clears her throat and examines her palms, “So… Why are you here?”
I shrug my shoulders, “I was bored and wanted to see what you were up to.” I notice her palms are red.
Her brows shoot up, “You were bored and wanted to see what I” She points to herself, “was up to?” She pauses and when I don't say anything she continues, “You know, normal people would text or call or I don’t know… knock on the door first.” She throws her hands up by her face and shakes her head.
It's fucking cute. My lip tilts, “I don’t have your number. Let me see your hands.” I say as I walk towards her.
“Oh, it’s nothing. ” She tries to brush me off. It’s as if I watch a lightbulb go off in her head, her hands slap down to her thighs making her wince, “Did you knock on my front door before going through the window?”
Of course I didn’t knock first, but I’m not going to tell her that. “Yes.”
Her face scrunches up and she does the hand thing again, looking to the side, she says “So, you just thought you’d break into my apartment and wait for me to get here?” Her gaze locks onto mine as she slaps her hands back down and winces again.
I smirk, ignoring her and reach down grabbing both of her wrists to make her palms face up. They are all red, irritated and scratched up.
My ears start to ring with irritation. “What happened?”
She briefly bites her bottom lip, as if she’s getting irritated and peels her hands away from me. “I fell….What if I was sleeping?”
I stuff my hands in my pockets and shrug, “You weren’t sleeping. Did you clean your hands properly?”
She huffs, “I washed them with soap and put on some ointment, quit changing the subject. What if I was and you woke me up and I shot you?”
I tilt my head, “Make sure you do that every day. You have a gun?”
I watch her face fall and she takes a deep breath before blowing out and continuing with annoyance in her tone, “Got it, dad. No, but that’s beside the point. What if I did? What if I shot you and killed you?” Her head bobs as she says each word.
I shrug, “But you didn’t.”
She huffs again, “Well, no shit, Reed. I said what if. It’s not smart to crawl through someone’s window like that.”
I just smile at her cause she’s fucking adorable when she gets all riled up and it seems to irritate her even more.
I’m pretty sure I see steam coming from Lexie’s ears as we stare at each other in brief silence.
She finally gives up, breaking eye contact and stands. “Welp. I’m too tired and high for this right now. You should go so I can go to sleep.”
If I had my way I would crawl in bed and hold her until she falls asleep, but with how irritated she is right now, she might stab me, so I just smile and say, “Okay” because I don’t want to deal with that right now.
On second thought, it might be good foreplay.
I smile to myself and walk towards the window.
“Lock this behind me.” I say as I unlock it.
“Why don’t you use the door?” she says with her hands on her hips.
If I tell her my bike is near the back of the building, she’ll call me out on my shit for not actually knocking on the door. Who is going to park behind a building just to walk to the front?
I flick the lock back and close the distance between us. She crosses her arms and the scowl on her face starts to drop as she sucks in a breath and looks up at me. I tower over her by at least a foot and a half.
Slowly, I lift my hand and grip her jaw, guiding her chin up with my forefinger. Her breath hitches and her pupils dilate as my finger brushes a path down the slope of her neck, all while never breaking eye contact.
Slowly, I back her against the wall. Her hands drop to my abs and she fists my shirt to keep steady as her back hits the wall.
Her breathing is heavy as she says, “Wha- what are you doing?”
“What we’ve both been craving.” I don’t give her a chance to protest as my hand gently grips her throat and my mouth descends on hers.
She quickly melts into me, closing her eyes and gripping my shirt tighter, letting a moan slip. Fuck I want to swallow all of her fucking moans. I’ll be damned if anyone else ever gets to touch these fucking lips.
When we finally come up for air, she opens her eyes in a daze. Her lips are irritated from the kiss, red and splotchy. “So fucking beautiful.” I whisper, making her eyes flutter.
The last thing I want to do right now is leave her, but I need to. I back away, putting some space between us and go to lock the window again.
She doesn’t move from her place against the wall, just stares at me like I’m a ghost. “Lock the door behind me, Honeybee.”
She blinks a couple times, then slowly nods, before clearing her throat. “I will.”
Following me to the front door, she stands in the doorway as I exit into the hallway. I turn towards her and brush my thumb over her cheek before placing a kiss on her forehead. “Get some sleep.”
She doesn’t say anything as if she’s speechless for a moment. I go to walk towards the elevator when she calls out, “Reed!”
I smile to myself before facing her.
“I.. um.” she stumbles over her words. “How about, just text me next time.”
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I walk towards her and click to send a new message. “Here text yourself so you have mine as well.”
She quickly puts in her number and sends herself a message before exiting out and handing it back over to me.
“Drive safe.” She says and heads inside her apartment. I wait until the lock clicks to head out.
Opening the text app to save her number, I chuckle at the text she sent herself.
Creepy perv