Chapter 25 #2
“It was sweet, probably the best thing anyone has done for me.” Her hesitation scares me. “It would’ve been better had we celebrated together. I kept waiting for you to tell me or even mention it.”
“So, you knew? How long have you known?”
“Just a couple of days. The birthday card in your office. I wasn’t sure of the exact date.” She shrugs. “I decided to snoop your social media. I know it was wrong of me. That’s why I can’t be too upset with you. By the way, you need updates. It’s been years.”
“Stalker.”
She holds her hands in the air. “I know, I know. Look at us, a control freak and a stalker.”
“Control freak, huh?”
She wrinkles her nose. “I love the fact you wanted to do something for me but, Walker, you can’t direct our path. It has to take its course naturally.” She’s right.
“I didn’t look at it that way. Not giving you the choice to decide if you wanted to do something for me or to keep it between us.”
“Exactly. We have so much in common, its organic. Nothing was controlled.” She slides her hand down my chest, sticking her fingers into my waistband. “We could’ve celebrated last night. Now, there’s no privacy.” She yanks me closer. “And you’re gonna want to use what I bought us.”
“Use? Us? Well, now, baby. I can find a quiet place.” I grab her, tossing her over my shoulder. I stroll into my parents’ home, making a straight path to the back door. “People.” I nod as we pass our family.
“Guest house?” Riley yells.
“See ya in the morning.”
“Good night.” Is heard with a round of laughter.
Reese squeals as we walk out the back door. “Oh, hell, no. In front of your parents?”
“Believe it or not, they know how babies are made. It doesn’t take a bra on the couch to clue them in.” I smack her ass.
“Oww, asshole.” She smacks me back, still hanging over my shoulder.
“Keep it up, baby. There’s more of that in your future.” I open the door, flipping the side table light on. Tossing her bag on the couch, I walk over to the bed, dropping her on it. “Strip or I can do it for you.”
She bites her lip, peeking up at me. “I can’t reach my zipper.”
I drag my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor. “Turn around.”
“Yes, sir.” Reese flips around, sitting on her knees. I sweep her hair over her shoulder, reaching for her zipper. I hold my breath as I pull it down. Her dress falls open, revealing creamy skin.
“Stand.” My words come out raspy and heavy with need. She does as I ask, backing off toward me. Her dress falls to the floor. She’s wearing emerald silk and lace hipsters. “You didn’t wear a bra?”
“I tend to forget where I put them,” she whispers, eliciting a groan from me.
I shove my fingers in the top of her panties, pushing them down as slowly as possible until they hit the floor. I take her apple-shaped ass in my hands, kissing her cheeks. “Step.” I nip at her when she moves, drawing a moan from her. “Back on the bed. Don’t turn around.” She does as I ask.
I move her hair to the side, kissing down her neck, over her shoulder and onto her back. Placing my hand on her side, I run it over her hip, kissing further down her spine.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
Her breath hitches. She wraps her arm around my neck, moving her legs apart.
“That’s my girl.” With my hands on her hips, I pull her ass back into me.
“Bend over.” Reese lays her chest on the bed, her ass in the air.
I take a step back, staring in appreciation of my view.
“Reese, do not allow anyone to tell you you’re not beautiful because by God, woman, you fucking slay me. ”
Unbuttoning my belt, I wrench it from my loops to unhook my pants. I pull the zipper, letting it crawl open. It’s the only sound in the room when Reese mewls for attention. “Almost, baby.” I rub my hand over her ass, running it up her back as I step from my plunging pants when they hit the floor.
I grip her shoulder, trailing my fingers through her wet pussy. “You’re so ready. I love that.” Fisting my cock, I rub it over her clit before sliding deep in her. With one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, I grind into her. “You feel so good.”
She moans, deep and long, evoking heat to rush through my body. “Walker.” My name on her trembling lips triggers something primal in me. I pump her vigorously, stroking her deep and hard. The sound of our bodies meeting drives us further.
When her release hits, it prompts a nuclear meltdown in my body. I slide in and out a few more times, filling her, calling her name through a haze of lust and love. “Reese.” We fall onto the bed, side by side, our rapid breathing the only sound.
“I’m afraid to say how much I love you right now,” she mutters.
“Why?” I gasp.
“I don’t want you to think I’m only here for the sex but damn, I’m here for the sex.” She giggles.
I lay my hand on her thigh. “I’ll allow it, if you’ll understand when I say I pledge allegiance to your pussy.”
“Agreed.” She rolls toward me. “We didn’t use your gift.”
“Next time.” I slide my arm around her as she snuggles my chest. I reach down, grabbing the blanket. “Here, baby. I don’t want you to get cold or shock anyone that forgets we’re here.”
“Mmm, thank you. You’re so warm. I feel safe in your arms,” she murmurs.
“I’ll always keep you safe.”
“Happy birthday, Walker Ian,” she whispers into my chest.
“Happy birthday, Destiny Reese.” I kiss the top of her head. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
It’s the last words we speak for the night. Sated and in love, we fall asleep.