Snapshot

14. Reese

She takes off running, and for a moment, I’m stunned, wondering if I said something wrong and scared her, but she looks over her shoulder and smiles once she reaches the door.

Need burns inside me as I prowl toward her. Right when she’s out of arm’s reach, she throws the door open and slips into the hall. I glance back at her stuff on their floor, but I’ll grab it later. Right now I have to catch a bear cub who wants to play with the big bad wolf.

The guys are going to regret being home tonight for how loud I plan on making Winnie scream. And I hope the guys on my floor got their beauty sleep already because if I can help it, we will be at this for hours.

Winnie is nowhere to be seen when I throw the door open, but Schmidt and Gavin stare at me with wide eyes.

“Having a good night?” Gavin asks.

“It’s about to get a lot better.” I grin. “You two might want to crash across the hall tonight.”

“Roger that, captain.” He offers a sloppy salute. “But in the morning, I want to officially meet the half-naked girl running through my dorm.”

“Deal, now get out.”

They both groan, but Schmidt slaps my back on the way by. “Don’t forget a condom.” The door slams behind me, and the place falls silent.

I hadn’t been thinking about wearing a condom. I was going to, though, obviously. Right? Of course. We’re still young, and Winnie just started college. We’re in no place to bring a baby into the world.

But…

The cutest giggle rings out from the hallway, and I shake the thought away. Condom or no condom, what’s it really matter when we start a family? Because I knew it was always going to be Winnie.

I trail across the room to the hall. Winnie stands in the middle, playing with the hem of her tank top and biting her lip.

“I didn’t know which one was your bedroom.”

“End of the hall.”

She bobs her head a few times and takes three steps backward until her ass hits the door. It creaks open, and her bottom lip disappears between her teeth before she dips inside. Out of sight.

I suck in a shaky breath and prowl forward.

Winnie Lewis lying in my bed, half-naked and wet for me, is everything porn should be made of. She’s like the wettest of wet dreams, and the best part is it’s not even a dream. I know that because my dick is painfully hard in my shorts, and there’s no pain in dreams.

I drop a knee on the foot of my bed, tug on my shirt, and pull it over my head. My hat drops to the ground behind it.

Winnie’s eyes fly to my bare chest, then dance around my abs while I crawl up the bed. With a hesitant hand, she brushes over my pec when I’m in reach. I shudder at her cold hands, and she giggles a breathy sound.

“Sorry.”

“Please don’t ever apologize for touching me.”

Her fingers are like ice, but they’re burning my skin in the best way. Up and down my abdomen. She traces each dent in my abs, but when she skims the band of my shorts, my dick fucking leaps, and her eyes blow wide.

“Sorry,” I grunt. “It’s been a while.”

She swallows hard but nods. “Me too. I, uh… I haven’t done this since… you know.”

I don’t let my hopes rise just yet. “You haven’t had sex since we did?”

She shakes her head.

Thank fuck. I knew there was a chance Winnie would move on and find another guy. Maybe even get into a relationship, and that would have really blown.

“That’s good.” I lean down but still support my weight as I brush my lips over her soft ones. “Me either.”

Winnie’s hand stiffens on my stomach, and she pushes me to sit back. “You haven’t had sex in two years?”

I shake my head.

“At all?”

“No.”

Her brows knit and her hand falls from my body. “Well, why not?”

Is she really asking me this? When will this girl understand? “Isn’t it obvious, Win? It’s you. It’s always been you. Why would I fuck around, waste my time and other girls’ time, when I knew this”—I grind my hips against hers—“was inevitable.”

When she doesn’t reply, I take that as a sign to move on from this conversation and continue down the road we were on. I lean down and press my lips to hers, but she doesn’t kiss me back. I pull back and scowl.

“What’s wrong now?”

“You,” she blurts. “You’re just, I don’t know. I just.” She lets out a frustrated breath. “You have sex with me, then you leave me. Two years later, you’re here claiming your love for me, and it’s, I don’t know. A lot, I guess.”

I push back onto my knees and pull her to sit up with me. “Hey.” I take her chin and tilt her head up. “I know, okay? I know it’s a lot. But, Win, I didn’t want to leave you two years ago. It doesn’t make it better, but I’ve thought about you every day since, and when I saw you in the store, it was like no time had passed.”

“But it did pass, Reese. A lot of time. Time I spent crying myself to sleep because you weren’t picking up my calls, answering my messages, or visiting like you promised. You say you thought about me for two years, but why couldn’t you send me a text? Anything so I knew you felt what I did that night.”

She’s right. I was a coward, but that’s not a good enough reason, not that there is one. “I don’t know, Win.”

She scoffs, but I don’t let her pull away.

“I know that’s a shit fucking answer, but it’s the only one I have. I don’t know why I ghosted you without so much as a text. I guess… I guess I was scared.”

“Why were you scared?”

“I didn’t know what love was. When you grow up with parents like I had, any big emotions scare you because you don’t know what they are. I knew I loved you, but I didn’t know what that meant. I always thought I would go to college and meet my soulmate, but after that night, that didn’t seem like a great plan anymore because my soulmate was right there in front of me. I don’t know why I walked away without a goodbye. Maybe because I knew I wouldn’t be able to give you one.”

Her eyes bounce between mine until, eventually, she sighs and tugs me back on top of her. “I don’t know if I believe you. I don’t know where we go after this night. But I do know that if I don’t come in the next ten minutes, I’m going to start crying.”

A hesitant grin tugs on my lips. “Now, that I can manage.” I drop onto her body, still not giving her my full weight but enough she grunts with the pressure. “You might not be sure yet, but I am. I love you, Winnie. Always have, always will.”

Her eyes close, and she doesn’t answer, but she pulls my lips to hers and I soak in the words she doesn’t say. I know nothing I say is going to make her believe me, and I appreciate her hesitancy to trust me. It shows how smart she is. If it takes a month, two, or the entire school year to prove to Winnie that I love her, then fuck it. That’s what I’ll do.

Starting with fucking her how I should have two years ago.

A million different thoughts zip through my head like angry hornets but are silenced at once by Reese’s lips. He watches my expression with a dark look as he drags feverish kisses down my throat, cleavage, and lower.

I lift my hips, craving any kind of friction, and find his thigh. Better than nothing. I grind up and down, and he grunts, hitting low in my ear and adding to the dampness between my legs that is no doubt leaving behind a spot on his green shorts.

He tugs on my tank top, and I help him remove it and toss it to the ground.

Stiff peaks on the end of my small breasts beg for his attention, and he gives it to them. First with his fingers, and then he clamps his lips over one of them, and I gasp. I’ve never had anyone play with my nipples in this way, but the sensation is almost too much.

His name falls from my lips before I can help it, and he sucks on my already sensitive skin.

“You have no idea how fucking good it sounds hearing you moan my name.”

“Probably not as good as it feels when you do that.” I arch into his touch.

He rips a whimper from me when he pinches my nipple. It stings, but it’s good.

Nerves bloom as he moves down my body, and my skin pricks. He pauses at my thong, and I suck in a ragged breath before nodding, answering his unasked question. My heart thunders in my chest, waiting.

With painstaking slowness, he hooks his thumbs into my thong, drags the damp fabric down my legs, and drops it next to the other discarded clothes on the floor. I cross my ankles, but he pries them apart to move between them. Hard eyes drop to the V between my thighs, and he groans. Loudly.

“Fuuuck, Winnie. Of course you’re fucking bare.” He drops onto his hands and lowers his face. Darkness swirls as I pinch my eyes closed and squirm, waiting for his touch, but it doesn’t come. I peek an eye open to find him scowling at my pussy.

“You’re making me self-conscious, Reese.”

“Why are you bare?”

Huh? “What do you mean why? I shaved.”

“Today?”

“Obviously.”

“When you knew you were going out?” His eyebrow lifts in a challenge. “Why the fuck did you shave to go out? Who did you plan on seeing your pussy?”

I stare at him because what the hell else am I meant to do when he sounds crazy? I have to admit hearing the word pussy from his mouth is sexy, though.

“You know women shave for more reasons than just sex, right?”

Apparently, he doesn’t because his harsh stare doesn’t budge.

“Basic hygiene… Comfort…?” Nothing. “What if I tell you I shaved because I was worried someone was going to pants me again?”

That seems to do the trick. He rolls his eyes and lowers his body onto mine, then kisses me, hard.

“I’m the only guy who gets to see your pussy. Tell me, Winnie.”

I’ll tell him anything if he keeps kissing me how he is.

“That depends.”

He nips at my lip and then laps at my neck. Stinging bites soothed by deep kisses. “On what,” he growls.

“If you leave me again.”

“Never. Fuck.” He thrusts his hips, and I gasp when his dick—still behind his shorts—rubs against my pussy. “I’m yours for life, baby.”

Reese’s thrusts feel good, but it’s not enough. Need burns deep in my body, and I know a little dry humping isn’t going to be enough to curb the appetite only he can satisfy.

Dragging my fingers down his hard body, I slip one under his smooth gym shorts. He breathes a shuttering breath against my face, and I pull his lips back to mine. “Take them off, Reese. Please.”

“You keep begging like that and I’ll do fucking anything.”

He shifts off me and climbs off the bed, hooks his shorts, and pushes them down his legs. My mouth gapes.

His laugh booms in the small room. “I want that reaction every time I disrobe around you.”

“I don’t remember it being that big.”

As he climbs back onto the bed, I can’t take my eyes off the thing swinging between his legs. “I don’t think it’s going to fit, Reese.”

He presses his lips to mine and grins. “Mm-hmm, keep going.”

His eyes are half-mast, but he’s watching between us as I get closer to touching him. I brush a single finger against the tip, and he grunts with pleasure. Swallowing down the knot in my throat, I wrap my hand around the shaft.

“Shit, Win.” He hisses.

“Does that feel good?” My eyebrows pinch; I’m hardly touching him. I’ve not watched much porn, but I’ve seen enough to know that when guys jack themselves off, it looks painful. Like they are fighting with it. Yet all I’m doing is holding it, and he has that look in his eye.

“So fucking good.”

Well, okay then. I wonder if I—

He clamps a hand around mine. Teeth clenched. “Seriously, Win. Two years.”

Two years? Oh. Oh. It feels good, not just good.

Giggling, I pull him down and kiss his cheek. “Did you mean it when you said you haven’t been with anyone besides me?”

He blows out a sharp breath against my face. “Of course I meant that, why?”

I shrug. “It’s hard to believe you went two whole years with nothing.”

“Hey, now. Don’t disrespect my hand like that. He’s not the best worker, but he tries really hard.”

I snort a laugh and drop my head to his chest. “Maybe it’s not that hard to believe.”

He nips at my chin, and then it’s his turn for his hands to explore. With my legs already parted, it’s easy for him to slip a finger into my pussy. I whimper at the unfamiliar pressure. Not only have I not had sex in two years, but I haven’t had anything else in my vagina since then either. I am able to come on clit stimulation alone, and the feeling of something inside me is… euphoric. But it’s also tight, and knowing his dick is at least twice the size of his finger, I know it’s not going to be easy.

“You’re so fucking wet, Win. I bet I could just slip right inside.”

Well, I don’t know about that…

“I’m nervous,” I admit. Reese pulls away to read my face, confusion knitting his brow.

“Why?”

“I’ve not had anything in there since. I’m basically a virgin again.”

He breathes out a low, almost relieved breath. “I can work with that.”

Reese flips us by falling to his back and tugging me on top. My head is spinning, and by the time I settle, there’s a new pressure between my legs. Reese’s dick is settled under me. His angry cockhead poking out. I swallow hard and look up to meet his eyes. He watches me with a hard, hungry stare.

“Okay.” His voice is tight. “Now move.”

“Like? With it like this?”

It’s obvious Reese is struggling to stay in the moment, lost in how good it feels without us even moving. His dick is warm, long, and hard, and pressing perfectly against my clit.

He nods and breathes out, “Yeah.”

I plant my hands on his chest and roll my hips. His lashes flutter closed, and the sound that erupts from deep in his throat is enough to push me to the edge of an orgasm. I don’t remember him making many noises the last time because we had to be quiet, but I’m a huge, huge fan of this.

He cups my hips painfully hard but lets me control the movement while grunting out a mix of cuss words and my name every few seconds. I know he has to be close, and so am I, but we’re not even having sex.

Wetness grows between us, a mixture of mine and his. I bet he would so easily slip in now. And with that thought in mind, I lean forward and press my lips to his eager ones. He eats me like he can’t get enough.

I lift just enough to let his dick tease my entrance.

Desire rushes through my veins, but he grips my hips and halts me from moving any more. “Baby,” he begs. “You are testing every single fiber of what little self-control I have when you’re around.”

“Sorry,” I breathe, not really sorry at all. It’s so hot how he’s struggling. I tease him a little more by pushing just the tip inside. It hurts, but it’s not unmanageable.

He groans, dropping his head back and opening his neck for me, and I take the opportunity to suck on his tender skin. His moans deepen, and until now, he’s let me have control, moving how I want, but his hips flex, and he pulls out and lets out a sharp breath.

“Winnie,” he growls. “I’m a twenty-year-old man who hasn’t had his dick wet in two years, and my dream girl is sitting naked on my lap and playing just the tip. I promise if you keep teasing, it’s not going to end well for your pussy.”

I pull back and stare into his honey eyes, his pupils so big they almost look black. I half expect to see his usual crooked smile, but he’s never looked so serious. Almost like he’s in pain.

“Show me.” I shimmy my hips a little, and he slips in a centimeter more. I know I’m not even close to taking the entire length of him.

He’s hesitant to take the lead, probably worried about how I’m going to handle it when he finally breaks, but I want it. I want everything Reese Larson can give me.

I bring my lips to his ear. “Fuck me, Reese. Please.”