Ava Reynolds
Wise, Vega, and Prodigy stood off to the side of the Cartier foyer with a few of the soldiers, looking like they fit perfectly in the room, even though they were new to it.
They were big as hell, brown and dark-skinned, clean lineups, full beard, and wearing expense.
Their father’s Italian showed in their faces and hair texture, but their mama’s genes gave them rich, melanin skin.
Prodigy was the one who did the most without even trying. He smiled like he knew every woman in the room was watching. Vega didn’t smile at all. Wise barely moved, but his eyes stayed active, like he was reading everything.
I had heard through gossip amongst me and the girls that the Street Kings had been proving their worth and moving the hell out of the Cartiers’ product.
I stared longer than I meant to. Not because I was thirsty.
Because I had eyes. I was on my second drink and feeling good enough to stop pretending that all three of them weren’t walking perfection.
I hadn’t been around this kind of crowd for long, but I was learning one thing fast; the Cartiers stayed surrounded by fine niggas with dangerous lives and a lot of money.
Reek walked up behind me close enough that I felt him before I saw him. He leaned toward my ear. “Don’t get beat the fuck up in here, Ava.”
I blinked and faced him. “Excuse you?”
He looked past me toward the Street Kings, then back at me. His expression was serious. Not playful. Not flirty. Serious. “Why you staring at them niggas so long, like you don’t know who you belong to?”
I almost laughed, but the look in his eyes made it stick in my throat.
Me and Reek had been flirting for months.
He always found a way to get in my space.
He always talked like he could have me if he wanted me.
I never took it seriously, though, because Reek was Reek.
He stayed juggling Sienna and a few other women with no apology.
He didn’t want to settle down, and at least he was honest about it.
So, his jealousy right now didn’t make sense.
“And you doing it right in front of me,” he fussed.
I took another sip of my drink as I replied, “I’m single. Those niggas fine, and they might be available. So, I can do what I want.”
Reek’s jaw shifted. His eyes held mine like he wanted to do something crazy. “They not available to you.”
I scoffed with a laugh. “Why not?”
“Because you’re mine,” he replied as if it were true.
I shook my head. “Didn’t you walk in here with Sienna? You can’t be serious.”
He leaned in just a little. “I am serious.”
My stomach flipped, and it made me mad. Because who was he to claim me? He didn’t claim anybody. He didn’t commit. He didn’t settle. He didn’t choose one woman and stand on it. He flirted with everybody and moved on when he felt like it. So why was he standing here looking at me like I was his?
I set my cup down on the nearest table harder than I needed to. “If I’m yours, then prove it.”
Reek’s eyes narrowed. “Ava...”
“Don’t say my name like that,” I said, stepping closer too. “You can’t have me, right? That’s what you always act like. You always got an excuse. You always got a reason why you shouldn’t.”
His lips pressed together and he breathed long and slow through his nose like a raging bull.
I kept going, though, because the liquor made me bold and the frustration had been living in me for too long. “You want to stand here and tell me what I can and can’t do. Then finally back up your talk or shut up.”
Reek stared at me for a long second, and I could see he was pissed. Not because I was wrong. Because I wasn’t.
His eyes dropped to my mouth, then back to my eyes. His breath pushed out through his nose like he was trying to hold himself back.
“You don’t know what you asking for,” he finally spoke.
I lifted my chin. “I know exactly what I’m asking for.”
His eyes grew dark and frustrated. Reek looked like he hated how much he wanted to give it to me.
He suddenly grabbed my hand like he was done talking. Without a word, he pulled me through the crowd before I could decide if I was going to resist.
Reek dragged me down the hall with long strides, not caring that my heels clicked loud behind us. I tried to keep up, half stumbling, half laughing because my nerves didn’t know what to do.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
He didn’t answer. He just pushed open a door and pulled me into a room fast, then closed it behind us. The noise from the party dropped instantly, muffled by thick walls and distance. The quiet made our breathing sound so much louder.
Reek finally turned to face me, still holding my hand, pulling me deeper into the space until my back hit the edge of a four-poster bed. His furious eyes burned into mine, but underneath that anger, I saw the hunger he'd been holding back for months.
“You push me too far, Ava,” he growled, yanking me closer until our bodies pressed together.
I felt the hard length of his dick straining against his pants, right up against my thigh, and a rush of heat flooded my core.
I'd wanted him for so long, even though I knew I shouldn’t.
But tonight, with the liquor flowing through my veins and his jealousy sparking off him like fire, I was willing to risk it all.
“'Then stop talking and show me,” I shot back as my hands slid up his shirt to feel the solid muscle of his abs.
He didn't hesitate this time. His mouth slammed down on mine, tongue forcing its way past my lips, tasting like whiskey and need.
I kissed him back just as hard, my nails scraping down his sides as he shoved me fully onto the bed.
The mattress dipped under me, and he followed, his weight pinning me down while his hands tore at my dress.
The fabric ripped at the straps, exposing my shoulders, and he didn't stop there.
He yanked the top down, freeing my breasts.
His palms were rough as he grabbed them.
His thumbs flicked over my nipples until they hardened into peaks.
I gasped into his mouth, arching up, my pussy already throbbing with wetness.
It had been over a year since I'd last been with anyone, and the anticipation made every touch electric, and my body ached for more.
“Reek... please,” I whispered, but he just smirked, dark and possessive, before his lips moved to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks.
He pulled back suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach and his knee nudged my legs apart.
I heard the zipper of his pants, the rustle of fabric, and then his hands were on my hips, hiking up my dress and ripping my panties down my thighs in one swift pull.
Cool air hit my bare ass, and I shivered, pushing back against him instinctively.
“You want this dick? Beg for it,” he demanded, with one hand fisting my hair to tilt my head back.
“Fuck me, Reek. I need you inside me,” I moaned.
He didn't make me wait. I felt the thick head of his dick press against my entrance, slick with my arousal, and he paused there, rubbing it up and down my folds to coat himself.
His size was intimidating. Even just the tip felt massive against me, stretching my lips apart, but the way he moved, so controlled and knowing, told me he had this handled.
He was a professional with it, easing in slowly at first to let me feel every inch.
Then he thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke that made me cry out.
It was rough, the way he filled me completely, but I loved the pressure hitting all the right places without any real pain, just that delicious fullness I'd craved.
He held still for a second, his hand stroking my back in a surprisingly tender way, giving me time to adjust before he started stroking me.
But Reek wasn't gentle for long. He began pounding into me right away.
His hips snapped forward with force. Each slam drove deeper.
The bed creaked under us. His balls slapped against my clit with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through me.
It was intense. His grip on my hips was bruising but exciting, pulling me back onto him like he couldn't get enough.
“This pussy's mine,” he grunted as his free hand came down to spank my ass.
The sting mixed with the ache building low in my belly.
I pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm.
My fingers clutched the sheets as he fucked me harder and faster.
Every plunge stretched me wide. His big dick dragged along my walls, but his skill kept it all pleasurable, giving me wave after wave of building ecstasy.
He released my hair to grab both my hips, pulling me onto his dick.
“Harder... Don't stop,” I begged. “I want to feel all this dick.”
He obliged, and the orgasm hit me. My pussy spasmed around his dick, gushing wetness down my thighs. He didn't slow down. He fucked me through it with expertise. His thrusts turned erratic as he chased his own release.
“I told you this pussy was mine,” he rasped, and with a final, deep plunge, he came. Hot spurts of cum flooded inside me as his body shuddered against mine.
As we collapsed together, I could feel his dick still twitching inside me. Both of us panted in the quiet room.
Reek stayed on top of me for a moment longer, breathing hard, not saying anything. Then he finally rolled off and sat at the edge of the bed like he was resetting.
Soon, he stood up and started getting dressed.
I fixed my clothes slowly, not because I was taking my time, but because I didn’t know what to say.
I didn’t want to sound immature. I didn’t want to ask him what it meant, because I already knew the answer.
It didn’t mean anything. It was lust that finally exploded.
That was it. If I started looking for more, I would be the only one looking.
Reek walked toward the door, still breathing hard.
“I don’t think we should walk back in there together,” I said, forcing the words out.
He paused, then nodded. “You right.”
And then he walked out first. With no words, reassurance, or anything. It made me feel stupid immediately.
I waited a few minutes, staring at the wall, then started scolding myself in my head. I couldn’t believe I let that happen with Reek of all people. And the fact that we didn’t protect ourselves made it worse. It was reckless and dumb.
I went to the mirror in the room and used the moonlight coming through the window to check my appearance. I pulled my dress into place. I smoothed my hair and fixed my makeup the best I could. I stared at my own face like I was trying to find the part of me that thought this was a good idea.
After about ten minutes, I stepped out into the hallway.
I was about to walk back into the party when I saw Reek.
He was in Sienna’s face smiling, like he hadn’t just cum in me, like he wasn’t just assaulting pockets of my pussy that no man had ever reached.
Sienna was laughing at something he said, hand on his arm, looking very much like they were in the relationship he claimed he didn’t want.
And he looked comfortable too.
My stomach turned because I was embarrassed. Disgusted with myself, I turned and walked the opposite way. I slipped through the kitchen and went out onto the balcony to get air.
The summer air helped me breathe again. I gripped the railing and stared out into the dark.
I had just made a dumb decision, but it didn’t have to mean anything.
I got my rocks off. It was good, and that’s it.
Nothing good was going to come from being with Reek.
He was a player who moved however he wanted, and I was not about to become another woman who got too attached and he laughed about later.
The one thing that made me feel better was remembering I was leaving for Thailand the next day. A few weeks ago, I finally decided to leave for awhile and clear my head. I’d come back right before Zahra was due. I needed space from all of this, and Reek just made that need even more desperate.
I heard the balcony door slide open behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was him. I could smell his cologne as the wind blew.
My eyes darted toward the cameras posted near the balcony corners. I remembered we were never fully alone at the estate. I turned and started walking away, down the steps and further into the yard.
Reek followed me.
I walked toward the pool because I knew there were no cameras aimed at it since the Cartiers got nasty out there sometimes with their significant others.
When I reached the pool deck, I finally turned around. “You need to go back in the house before Sienna starts wondering why you keep disappearing.”
Reek scowled. “I don’t give a fuck what she starts to wonder.
” I scoffed like he was lying and he insisted, “You know I don’t want to be with her.
But I’m stuck in this situation, and I am who I am, that’s why I tried so hard to stay away from you, Ava.
But I can’t help that the only time I feel anything is when I’m looking at you. ”
I didn’t soften. I didn’t let that line do what it was designed to do.
He looked away toward the house for half a second, then back at me. “I can’t believe you’re leaving. I’m used to seeing your pretty face. I like seeing your face.”
I scoffed, refusing to fall deeper.
Reek’s jaw worked. “You deserve a man that will commit to you. I know that.”
“So, why did you pull me into that room? Why did you do any of that?”
His eyes stayed on mine. “Because I had to feel you.”
I stared at him for a second, and my throat burned because the honesty hurt.
“You don’t want commitment, but you still had unprotected sex with me and came in me,” I snapped. “You move like a nigga that wants commitment.”
Reek held his hands up slightly. “I’m clean. I haven’t felt pussy outside of a condom in years.”
I stared at him, disgust rising again. “Well, I’m on birth control. So don’t worry. You’ll remain commitment free.”
Reek’s eyes narrowed. “Ava—”
“No,” I cut him off, stepping back. Then I turned and walked away.
I refused to chase a man who didn’t choose me.