Chapter 25
chapter twenty-five
Busy
I lick into Reid’s mouth, moaning when his hand grabs my ass. My hands tangle into his hair, gripping tightly and giving a gentle tug, then I shift my hips as he presses me down against him.
We’re sitting in the cab of his truck, my legs straddling his, making out like teenagers who don’t want to get caught, and it’s the most frustrating and delicious experience I’ve ever had.
“Fuck, Busy,” he whispers as I kiss down his neck and suck at the skin, my tongue pulsing and my teeth grazing.
His hands slip through the leg of my shorts, grasping my ass, and I move my hips again, lifting slightly, hoping he’ll slide his fingers between my legs like he did on our last date night.
We’ve been playing this infuriating game for weeks. We go out to dinner, wander around town—getting ice cream, coffee, walking the marina, any number of things—and then he brings me home and we make out in his truck. Then he adjusts himself and walks me to my door, where he usually kisses me again before sending me inside to where Briar or my mom are hanging out on the couch, keeping an eye on Junie.
I have never felt so sexually aroused in my entire life, desperate for his hands on me at any given moment, and yet he’s been continuously slowing us down, putting on the brakes right before things get hot and heavy.
Like I said, infuriating.
I get why he’s doing it, keeping us moving slow. He’s worried we’ll run hot and fast and burn out just as quickly, but there’s no way that will happen. Not a chance in hell.
So I wait. Desperate. Needy. Wanting.
Reid’s fingers swipe against me and my head tilts back as I moan, already wet.
“You gonna make me come?” I ask as the tip of one finger dips into my opening.
“Nothing I want more,” he replies.
But then, instead of slipping those fingers into me, he pulls back, his hands sliding out of my shorts. Then he pats my ass twice.
“Do you wanna head inside? With me?”
I blink, surprise and elation soaring through me—until reality sets in.
Leaning forward, I rest my forehead against his. “I wish I could, but my mom’s inside with Junie.” I chuckle. “And I can’t go fool around with you at your house knowing she’s next door, watching my kid.”
Reid kisses me, nibbling lightly on my lower lip, the way I like it. Then he pulls back. “Good thing she’s at her house, then. With Junie, for the whole night.”
I sit back, my ass resting on his thighs, confused.
“What?”
He smirks. “I might have asked your mom if she could watch Junie overnight for us. So after we left, she loaded up her car and went home.” Reid leans forward and kisses my chin then my neck. “They’ve been there all night, and Junie’s asleep at her house.”
I must be quiet for too long because Reid speaks again.
“If you don’t want to, we can head over and get Junie right now, bring her home. But if you do want Junie to spend the night at your mom’s, we can head inside, have a night to ourselves.”
I plant a hand on his chest. “Do you mean to tell me…you planned this? And we’ve been wandering around town all night chatting when we could have been in there, getting it on?”
Reid chuckles, his head falling back against the headrest, his fingers pressing at his eyes and the bridge of his nose before he looks at me again. “Maybe.”
“Why did you keep this a secret?” I ask, my voice far too loud for the interior of his truck. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“If I had told you about this, that I planned to leave Junie with your mom, what would you have done?”
Scoffing, I wave a hand around. “I would have wanted to skip dinner, obviously.”
“Exactly.” He smirks at me. “And I was in the mood for steak.”
I burst into laughter and fall to the side, slipping off of him and onto the bench seat. I reach down for my shoes but pause when a thought occurs to me.
“Wait a minute, does this mean you and my mom conspired so I could get laid tonight?”
Reid winces. “It sounds a lot worse when you say it like that.”
I wave at him, dismissing what he just said.
“I’m not worried about it. She’s always known I’m a troublemaker, and I have a child—there’s no misconception that I’m still a virgin.”
At that Reid barks out a laugh, and we both slip out of the truck and head inside his cabin. The early fall temperatures are far cooler than what we were experiencing all summer, so he’s removed his air conditioning unit and returned to just keeping his windows open. A brisk autumn breeze wafts through, causing his wooden blinds to dance gently as we cross through his living room and over to his kitchen. He puts his leftovers in the fridge then lifts up a bottle that’s sitting out on the counter.
“Do you want a glass of wine?”
I shake my head, stepping toward him and playing with one of the buttons on the dress shirt he wears every time we go out to dinner. “I don’t want anything else tonight except you.”
Reid’s lips curve, and then he dips down to kiss me. It starts slow, even though we were already hot and heavy in the truck, and as much as I wish he would step on the gas, I also love that he’s taking his time. You only get one first time with someone, and as much as I want to jump into bed and get to it, there’s something romantic and special about savoring it.
He presses me up against the kitchen counter, his mouth on mine, his hands touching and gliding before they move to the buttons on my shorts. He undoes them then crouches down, slowly sliding them off my legs, his fingers grazing my overheated skin as he reveals my tiny black panties. Then he slips his fingers under the straps and slides those off as well.
Every movement is slow, leisurely, almost calculated, which is why it’s such a surprise when, without so much as a warning, he presses his mouth against me, his tongue licking into the slit between my legs and pulsing against my clit.
I gasp, my hands flying to the top of his head, my fingers tangling in his hair, but he doesn’t let me control him. Instead, he grips one of my ankles and slides his hand up, shifting my leg so it’s hitched over his shoulder, opening me to him.
“God, you taste so good,” he says, right before his mouth latches onto me again, his tongue swirling around my clit before licking down and thrusting into me.
“Shit,” I moan. “Oh, god.”
He groans against me, his head shifting from side to side as he eats my pussy like it’s the only thing he wants to do with the rest of his life.
“I want you to come at least once,” he says, looking up at me, his tongue still pulsing against my clit and sending delicious sparks through my veins. “Maybe twice.”
Then he slips one finger inside me, followed quickly by a second. I cry out, knowing I’m barreling toward that first orgasm he’s promised, my hips gyrating against him as he flicks his fingers against a spot deep inside of me.
“Come on, baby,” he says, watching me. He uses his other hand to spread my lips apart, his tongue swirling around and around my clit but never touching it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whisper, the cord of tension within me pulling tighter and tighter and tighter…
Then he flattens his tongue and licks my clit again.
…until it snaps.
I go flying over the edge, prickly heat racing through my veins as my entire body shatters into pieces. I can barely manage to brace myself against him, and I slump down against the wall. Reid’s arms brace me, catching the weight of me as I join him on the floor.
“That was so good,” I whisper, my eyes closed, a smile surely stretched across my face. “So, so good.”
He chuckles and presses his lips to mine, where I can taste the hint of me. “I’m glad.”
We sit there for a minute until I get my bearings, and then we both stand and I pick my panties up from the ground.
“You won’t be needing those,” he says, slipping them out of my hand.
I smirk. “Feeling confident?”
Reid’s eyes flit up and down my body. “Hopeful.”
His response makes me smile, and I bite my lip, following behind him as he leads me into his bedroom, where we climb onto his bed and face each other.
“You should know, it’s been a few years since I’ve had sex,” he tells me, his hand reaching forward as he plays with the stud in my ear.
I take his hand and kiss it, and his eyes connect with mine. “I’m not worried.” Then I take the two fingers that were just inside me and suck them into my mouth, watching as his eyes go dark.
“You do something like that again, and it might be over far too fast.”
I shrug. “We’ll figure it out.”
He chuckles, sitting up on his elbow and looking down at me. “Feeling confident?” he asks, echoing my earlier words back to me.
Lifting my hand, I run it through his hair, pushing it back so it’s out of his eyes. “Absolutely.”
He smiles then presses his lips against mine before pulling back and reaching into his wallet to grab a condom. Then we’re kissing and tugging at each other’s clothes. I feel desperate to get naked, to be pressed against him, skin to skin. When we’re finally undressed and I get a look at what he has going on below the belt, I sigh, licking my lips.
“I want to fuck this pretty mouth,” he says, coasting his thumb over my lips. “But if I do, that’ll be it for me tonight, and I’m even more desperate to be inside you.”
I nod, but my head falls back on a moan as his mouth comes down on my chest, his tongue teasing my nipples. He plucks at them, nibbles at them, until I’m writhing again, my earlier orgasm long forgotten.
And then he’s sliding the condom on and settling between my legs. His lips press to mine, kissing me gently, sweetly, lovingly, before he notches his cock against my opening and slides home.
I cry out as he spreads me wide, as my body makes room for the length and width of him, and I claw at his back.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he says once he’s fully seated. “So wet.” He draws back slowly before slamming into me again. “So warm.”
“Oh my god, Reid.” I can’t keep my eyes open, can’t do anything but cling to him as he draws back then spears forward again, desperate to anchor myself for fear of flying away.
“I love you, Busy,” he groans, thrusting in then drawing back, again and again, his cock hitting some delicious spot inside me that has me on the verge of tears. “I love you more with every breath. With every blink. With every second.”
We kiss, messy and sloppy and desperate for each other, as he fucks into me.
But it’s not fucking. Or maybe it is. Maybe it’s making love, too.
Maybe it’s fucking love.
I begin to climb to the peak again, but slower this time, my body taking longer to get me there, already depleted from my earlier orgasm. Reid keeps at it, his hands coming down to stroke at my clit, his mouth dropping to suck at my aching nipples.
And then, just when I feel like I might sit at the precipice forever, he shifts just slightly, presses in just a bit more, and I fly over the edge.
“I’m coming,” I cry out, digging my fingers into his back again.
My eyes slam shut and I see stars as lightning ripple through me.
“Oh, fuck, it’s so good.”
“Yes, baby, yes,” he groans, his hips shifting faster. “Come for me.”
He stills, his mouth dropping against my neck, where he sucks at the skin as he pulses within me. We lie there for a long moment, unmoving, exhausted, completely ruined, before he rolls off to the side.
“That was…” He pants, trailing off.
I nod. “So good.”
We look at each other, and he smiles then takes my hand and kisses the back before he yanks the covers over us and tucks me into his side, where we very blissfully fall asleep.
I wake in the morning to the smell of something delicious—coffee and breakfast, if I’m guessing correctly—and I stretch my entire body out, flinging my hands above my head as I sink further into the covers.
What a fucking night.
Fooling around in the truck and then that delicious orgasm in the kitchen…I bite my lip thinking about it, the memory then rolling into what it felt like to have him between my legs, thick and hard and hot. I nearly groan just thinking about it, and I allow myself a few minutes of lying in Reid’s bed before I hop up and slip on my panties with one of his shirts.
“Good morning,” he says as I emerge, grinning at me from where he sits at the counter, sipping a coffee and…
“Are you doing the Sunday crossword?” I ask, stepping up to his side and looking down at the newspaper in front of him.
He nods. “Yeah. It was something my grandfather and I used to do together when I was a kid. Well, he would do the crossword and I would sit next to him, guessing wildly inaccurate words.”
“That sounds fun,” I say, giggling. “Are you any good at them?”
At that, he shakes his head. “Not in the slightest.”
“Oh good, because I would be absolutely no help.” I drop onto the stool beside him and take a sip from his coffee.
He watches me for a long minute before he leans in and presses his lips to mine. “I’m glad you stayed over last night.”
“Me, too.” I kiss him again. “We should do that more often.”
“Count me in.”
We laze around, nibbling at the biscuits he made and tossing around hilariously bad words for his crossword before we hop into the shower together. I drop down to my knees, taking Reid in my hand and stroking as he leans back, watching me with unrestrained desire. When I lick at him, swirling my tongue around his cock then sucking him in hungrily, his lips part, his eyes flashing.
And then he makes good on his promise to fuck my pretty mouth, my name a reverent prayer he chants over and over again as he comes down my throat.