Chapter 36
Olivia
By the time the evening is over, I’m ready for it to be done.
I always feel awkward and stilted around Reed’s parents, and tonight was no exception.
My own parents couldn’t stay for long because of my mother’s health—she’s been doing a lot better lately because of the treatment program, but her doctors have encouraged her to take it easy nonetheless.
Honestly, I was just glad that they were able to come at all. My mother has been doing really well these days. I have plans to meet them for lunch in two days’ time—now that I’m not working constantly, and she’s feeling better, we have the opportunity to spend more time as a family.
But after they leave the country club, there are few people I feel comfortable talking to. I linger in the corner of the room, spending all of my time with Reed if I can help it—or with Shane, whenever he gets drawn into conversations. I try to avoid Cecily and Lionel, but it’s somewhat difficult.
Eventually, Reed ushers me out of the party and into a waiting car in the parking lot. The moment the door closes behind us, I let out a sigh of relief.
Seeming to sense that my social energy is drained, Reed rolls up the partition between us and the driver, giving us our own space in the backseat. He smiles at me wearily, his thumb running over my knuckles on one hand.
“Did you have a good time?” he asks.
“Of course,” I say. I rest my head against the window; the cool glass keeps me awake as I watch the frosted landscape of Long Island slide past. “You’ll have to thank your parents for inviting my family.”
At that, he grimaces slightly. “Whatever you say.”
“Did you have a good time?”
“Honestly, not really,” he admits, sighing. He leans back against the car’s leather upholstery and adds, “I had a great time with you, and talking to your parents. But other than that, it wasn’t great.”
I frown, but before I can say anything, he grins at me.
“Thank you for coming,” he says. “You make everything better, you know that?”
I lean over to his side of the car, closing my eyes, and he meets me in the middle. When his lips close on mine, I’m immediately drawn in by their softness, lost in the warmth of his body.
You make everything better.
Those words repeat in my head as Reed keeps kissing me. His hand slides up my thigh, palm warm against my skin as his other hand drifts up to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing my jaw. The way he’s touching me has my nerve endings singing.
I glance at the partition. It’s still sealed, the tinting dark enough that the driver can’t see us. Reed must notice my eyes go there, and maybe he can guess my thoughts, because he pulls me closer with a low groan.
“Come here, baby.”
His mouth finds mine again, deeper this time, as he rubs his thumb across the front of my panties, finding my clit through the thin fabric. My hips jerk forward against his hand before I can stop them.
“Reed—”
“Don’t worry,” he breathes. “I’ve got you.”
I open my legs wider for him, the leather seat cool under my thighs where my dress has ridden up. He keeps working me through the fabric, the lace dragging just enough to drive me crazy without giving me what I need.
I take his wrist and guide his hand exactly where I want it. He huffs a quiet laugh against my mouth, his fingers slipping under the elastic of my panties and gliding through my pussy lips.
“Fuck,” he groans against my lips. “You’re soaked for me already, baby.”
My breath stutters as his fingers circle my clit, and my eyes flick to the partition again on instinct.
“He can’t see us,” Reed promises. “There’s no one here but me.”
I nod, my fingers raking through his hair, my hips rolling against his hand. He keeps kissing me while his fingers stay focused on my clit. The combination is making my head spin.
After a long moment, he pulls back just enough to look at me, his thumb still working slow circles. There’s a glint in his eyes as he asks, “Do you remember that night I came to pick you up from the bar? When you were drunk?”
A grin pulls at my mouth despite myself, even as my hips keep rocking against his hand. “Of course I remember,” I say. “I thought it was so sweet of you to be worried about me, even though you were probably annoyed.”
He chuckles, his thumb pressing harder for just a second before easing off, and the shift makes me bite my lip. “You were a fucking mess, Liv,” he says, his teeth catching at my ear. “And I wasn’t annoyed. I was being patient.”
“Patient?” My voice comes out breathier than I meant it to.
His mouth grazes along my jaw. “Hang on, I’m getting somewhere with this.”
I let out a breathless laugh, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Take your time.”
“You climbed onto my lap in the back seat,” he says, his fingers still moving. “You were trying to kiss me. Trying to get me to do all sorts of things to you.”
“I remember that part too.”
His eyes find mine, and there’s something serious under the heat now. “I wanted to so bad. I almost did. But you were too drunk, and I wasn’t going to do that to you.”
My chest goes warm. He was so careful with me even back then, when he didn’t have any real reason to be. His thumb hasn’t stopped moving on my clit, and the combination of his words and his fingers is making my thighs tremble.
“Tell me something,” he says, his voice quieter now. “What were you hoping for that night? Did you want me to fuck you right there in the car?”
His eyes hold mine, a small smirk tugging at his lips. I can tell exactly what he’s doing. What he wants. And the fact that he’s working me up with his fingers while he asks it is completely unfair.
Because the answer is, yes. That’s exactly what I wanted.
What I want right now.
Whimpering softly, I rest my palm against Reed’s chest as he leans back against the leather of the seat.
His hand slides out from between my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine as I rise up onto my knees.
I tug the hem of my dress up around my hips and glance once more at the partition behind me, licking my lips.
“He can’t see us.” Reed’s voice is raspy.
I hope he’s right about that, because I’m so fucking turned on right now that I’m not sure I’d care even if the driver could see.
Reed pulls his hand away as I reach down and tug my panties aside with my fingers, holding the fabric out of the way so I can feel his rapidly hardening cock through his pants.
His hands grip my ass and pull me down against him with a low groan.
“You dirty girl,” he murmurs. “I knew it.”
I run my palms up his chest, feeling his heart pounding through his shirt. He pulls me down for a kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, his hands roaming down to grip my hips. I roll against his lap, and the hard line of his shaft through his pants drags along my pussy.
He groans into my mouth, his hands tightening. “You feel that, baby? Feel what you do to me?”
My fingers find his belt, fumbling at the buckle, and his hand covers mine to help.
We get it open together, then the button, then the zipper.
He lifts his hips off the seat enough to shove his pants down, and the second his cock springs free between us, his hands are sliding up under my dress and gripping the sides of my panties.
With one sharp tug, he tears them off my hips and tosses the scrap onto the seat beside us.
I gasp, my eyes going wide. “Reed—”
“Don’t want anything in the way. I need to be inside you.”
I nod, because I need that too. “God, yes. Fuck me.”
A low groan tears out of him as he pulls me down for a hard kiss, his teeth catching at my pulse point on the way back from my mouth. His thumb traces my lower lip where my teeth were a second ago.
“Think you can stay quiet for me, or am I going to have to keep your mouth busy?”
I nod, even though I’m not at all sure I can. He huffs a laugh, his eyes glinting like he doesn’t believe me for a second.
But that doesn’t stop him from gripping my hips to guide me down onto his cock.
The slick stretch of him filling me bare pulls a sharp gasp out of me, and my hand flies to my mouth to muffle the sound.
His hands stay firm on my hips, easing me down the rest of the way until he’s fully seated inside me, my thighs trembling against his.
“Fuck. Liv. How do you feel so damn perfect?”
I can’t answer. I’m too busy trying to catch my breath. I plant one hand on his shoulder for balance and start to move, sliding up his cock and easing back down, my breath coming in short little pants.
He groans under his breath, his hands settling firmly on my hips as he watches me move. “That’s it. Take it slow, baby. Don’t rush it.”
I bounce on him slowly, the leather squeaking softly under us with every roll of my hips. The slick sound of him sliding in and out of me is loud in the quiet of the car. I bite down hard on my lip again, the awareness that we’re not alone making everything sharper.
His hands shift to my thighs. He leans back enough to look down between us, and his expression goes hungry.
“Lift the dress up,” he murmurs. “Let me see you, baby.”
I lift the hem with my heart thudding hard, baring myself to him. His hand catches at the fabric, helping me push it the rest of the way up to my waist, and he stares at the place where his cock is sliding into me, his breath going uneven.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you. Taking my cock right here in the back of this car. So fucking gorgeous riding me.”
A whimper builds at the back of my throat, and I press my hand against my mouth to keep it from escaping.
His hands grip my hips and start to take over the rhythm, lifting me up and pulling me back down on him. The angle changes just slightly, and the next thrust hits something deep inside me that has my eyes fluttering closed.
“Touch yourself for me,” Reed breathes, a note of pleading in his voice, as if he’s desperate to get me over the finish line before his control snaps. “Make yourself come.”
A shudder runs through me at the words. I drop my free hand from my mouth—I need it more for this—and slide it down between us.
The second my fingers find my clit, the pleasure climbs sharper, the friction of my own touch combining with him inside me until I can already feel myself building toward a massive climax.
“Reed—” My voice is shaking. I clamp my lips together to keep quiet.
“Keep going, baby. I’ve got you. You’re so beautiful like this.”
His hands keep working me up and down on his cock, his attention shifting between my fingers on my clit, my face, the place where we’re joined. His mouth is parted, his jaw locked tight. He looks more undone than I’ve ever seen him.
“Reed!” His name is a whisper-shout as I come hard.
The orgasm tears through me and I lean forward, biting down on his shoulder to keep myself quiet.
He drags me down hard onto his cock as I shatter, and his mouth finds my temple, then my cheek, then the corner of my lips.
When I finally turn my face toward him, his mouth covers mine, swallowing the needy sounds that escape me.
He thrusts up into me a few more times, fast and uneven, and then tenses. Now it’s my turn to muffle his sounds as he curses and groans, the warmth of his cum flooding my pussy.
“Fuck. Liv. Fucking—fuck!”
His cock pulses several more times until he’s emptied himself entirely, and for a long moment, neither of us moves. I stay right where I am, straddling him in the quiet of the back seat as our bodies slump together. His arms slide around my back and pull me closer against his chest.
“Thank you, baby,” he says, his voice quiet against my hair.
“For what?” I ask softly.
“All of it.” His hand strokes little lines down my spine. “For being here. For being mine.”
I lift my head. His eyes find mine in the dim light, and the way he’s looking at me sends a flutter through my chest that goes all the way down into my belly. There’s so much there. So much I can’t put into words.
“Please don’t break my heart,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
Something softens in his expression. His hand comes up to brush my hair back from my face, his thumb tracing along my cheekbone.
“I won’t,” he murmurs. “I promise.”
He pulls me down to him and kisses me again, and I close my eyes and get lost in it until
the car slows.
A moment later, the driver pulls up to the curb.
We’re home.