Chapter 27
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
REED
R eed yanked Pearl against him by the waist and claimed her mouth in the kitchen.
It felt like they’d been made for each other, like his body knew its home when she was pressed against him.
How had it only been twenty-four hours since he’d learned she was Bookish?
He’d never get tired of her taste. Of how she felt melted against him, wanting more. He swiped her lip with his tongue, and she moaned just a little.
Her hands were firm on his arms, squeezing him. Burning into him.
“I love how you touch me,” he said, breath ragged. I love you entirely. “I love that you mean it.”
“Because I do,” she said as she kissed him, staring up at him. “Because I want you to enjoy every minute.”
He crushed her against him, overcome with the feeling of being seen, supported. He held her head against his chest, savoring how precious this perfect woman was.
Alluring, kind, supportive.
His cock throbbed but his heart was about to burst from the sheer joy of it all.
“I cannot believe how lucky— so lucky— I am to have found you,” he said, burying his face into her hair. “I don’t think you can know how good this feels.”
His cock throbbed at the sound of her lusty chuckle. “Clearly you’ve never been choked while getting your clit obliterated. Because that feels pretty fucking great.”
If she only knew. “That was for me , Pearl. I needed it. I needed to see you come so badly. Unravel for me.”
His kisses were hungry and her lips met his hunger every time he kissed her harder. He couldn’t stop touching her everywhere, hands moving up and down her back, squeezing her ass.
She unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor.
“How about I unravel you next?” she said, tugging her tight shirt over her head.
All the breath left his lungs.
The fishnets with the exposing hole hadn’t just been tights… It was…
An entire bodysuit.
“Surprise.” Her lips lifted in a mischievous smirk.
The fishnet material hugged her stomach, bare breasts, arms, flowing down over her hands. She was completely naked underneath. Every curve and dip was hugged with the material as her skin pressed against it. His cocked twitched as his eyes traced every line.
He licked his lips, feeling hungry and possessive.
“Holy fucking hell, Pearl,” he growled.
He cupped her breast, rubbing the material against her nipple. She closed her eyes, savoring it.
“Feel good?” His voice was raw and needy.
“Yes,” she whispered. Her hand slid between her thighs as she rubbed her clit. He grabbed her wrist, and she froze.
“When I said I’d make you come at least two times, I meant it. No helping. Now, give it to me,” he said, raising her hand to his mouth.
He sucked her pretty, wet fingers, enjoying the sensation of her nails against his tongue.
“What if I can’t help it?” she said, her other hand coming to her pussy. She was toying with him; she loved giving him a hard time.
And he loved it right back.
“That’s an easy enough problem to solve, you little brat.” He bent down, his shoulder hitting her waist, and lifted her over his shoulder.
“What the fuck?” she squealed as he swept her off her feet.
His hand clamped down over her ass as he marched toward the staircase.
“Reed, put me down. I’m too big!”
He walked up the stairs with her over his shoulder.
“I lift this weight all the time,” he said, hefting her higher on his shoulder as he heard an adorable “ Oof .”
“Why do you carry my weight all the time?” she said, incredulous. “That doesn’t even make any sense.”
“When Bookish said she—you—were plus-size”—he kicked open her bedroom door and kicked it closed—“I did the math on what an average height, plus-size woman might weigh and went from there. You said you liked being tossed around, so I wanted to make sure it was me doing the tossing.”
He eyed the vibrator charging on her desk. He’d wanted to use it on her for so long.
“You can put me down now,” she said as he stood in her bedroom.
“I kind of like having you exactly where I want you,” he said, grabbing the vibrator and turning it on.
Pearl wiggled on his shoulder as he walked to the full-length mirror.
“You know, most men see vibrators as competition,” he said, bringing the head of it to her entrance and teasing her with it, barely letting the buzzing hit her pussy.
He clicked it a notch higher. He brushed it against her clit, barely connecting with her skin. Teasing her back and forth. She gasped, and he dug his fingers into her hip on his shoulder. “But lately, I’ve been thinking of them as a valued member of the team.”
“There’s no vibrator in team, Reed,” she said, biting back her moans.
“There’s no cock either, gorgeous.” He slid it into her, hungrily watching her pussy take it in the mirror. “Fuck, it’s going to look so good when I finally slide in here.”
Her hips bucked against his shoulder, chasing the sensation as he slid the vibrator out and teased her with it, circling her clit, then brushing it.
“You are so evil,” she moaned.
“Evil and horny,” he said with a chuckle. “I had no idea, Pearl.”
He bit his lip, enjoying the view as he slowly, slowly slid the vibrator into her. He watched her pussy expand, taking it all. Just how she’d take him. “I had no idea how gorgeous you’d look, wet for me, needy. Taking it so well.”
His willpower was fading as she clutched the back of his shirt, crying out as he slid the buzzing vibrator all the way in.
He shifted his weight and turned…but his eye caught on something in the mirror.
A tattoo was bright on the top of her butt cheek.
He hadn’t seen it before; it would have been in the video she’d sent him.
He stopped, vibrator in his hand.
A bright red bubble-like heart, like a heart emoji, was perfectly placed on the center of her ass cheek.
It had a lowercase h on it.
His finger shook as he traced the tattoo on her ass. He sucked in a breath as it all clashed in his head.
“Pearl, what is this?”
He lowered her to her feet and tossed the vibrator onto the bed.
She leaned against him, getting her bearings. “For you,” was all she muttered as she leaned her head onto his chest.
He held her cheek, studying her sweet, pretty face. She looked nervous staring up at him with those big hazel eyes. “For me?”
She gulped, licking her lips.
“Anything for you,” she whispered.
A pull in his heart radiated to his gut, knowing simply in that moment that he was gone for her.
She’d ruined him.
Obliterated.
Wrecked.
She was the end. The absolute finish line that he’d meet when he took his last breath.
His love for Pearl fucking Bishop was all-consuming, and he’d run at full speed for the rest of his life toward her, never looking back. No other person would ever do.
He captured her mouth and consumed her with needy, hungry kisses. He’d deliver on his promise and make her come again, but fuck, he needed her now.
Yesterday.
Always.
He shoved the bodysuit down, past her breasts, her stomach, down her legs. “Want just you. Only you,” he said as they tumbled onto her bed.
He grabbed the vibrator as he fell to his knees. He buried his face in her pussy, sucking hard as he slid the vibrator all the way in. She arched off the bed, bowing her back as she shoved his head down harder.
Fuck yes, he loved it when she made him take everything she had, was as hungry as he was.
“Wanted to have you on me,” she moaned, “forever.”
Her tits bounced as she rode against his face, and he had to screw his eyes closed so he didn’t come from the sight of her heavy breasts bouncing. Perfect teardrop tits with nipples pointing up in pleasure.
Fuck, he needed her now. I’m being selfish —he clicked the vibrator up to the highest setting so she’d finish faster— but I don’t fucking care.
He sucked harder and harder until she sat up, tugging his hair and grinding his face into her pussy as she screamed out his name again and again. She thrashed back onto the bed as he stayed right where he’d been, sucking even harder. He could feel her pussy convulsing on the vibrator as it pulsed in his hand.
He yanked it out, sat up, and undid his belt.
Her hair was a mess as she sat up. He loved seeing her messy. She captured his mouth with hers. “Love it when you taste like me,” she murmured as their tongues danced. “Like you’re mine.”
She pulled at his zipper, shoving his boxer briefs down until his cock sprang free. Her hand wrapped around it, and a low hiss escaped him as velvet pleasure rolled over him.
“Reed,” she said in awe as she squeezed it.
“Too big?” He looked at her nervously.
She rubbed the pre-cum on the head of his cock, and hot pleasure shuddered down his spine. He was going to die from the pleasure of it.
She shook her head. “Perfect.” She shoved his boxer briefs down further, but then she froze.
Fuck, she sees it.
He held his breath.
“I…I got it done a while ago,” he said, knowing what she was staring at.
Her fingers traced the simple black heart tattooed on his upper thigh.
“Why is it upside down?” she asked in a quiet voice, still staring at it.
“So I could see it when I thought of you. When I jacked off to Bookish, or, fuck”— might as well be honest —“or to you. I stared at it.”
She looked up, mouth open in a shocked O shape.
“I only thought of you,” he said, his thumb brushing her lip and pulling it down, wanting her even messier. His heart beat only for her. “I wanted her to look like you, Pearl. Every curve, every scowl, every tattoo. The way your thighs jiggle in this sexy way when you walk. Your tits,” he said, grabbing a handful of her. She stroked his cock. “The way you smell, taste. I never thought I’d be lucky enough for it to actually be you .”
She pressed a kiss to the heart on his upper thigh, her tongue tracing it. Every stroke felt like a benediction.
She nuzzled her face there, letting his cock fall against her cheek. “The hottest man I’ve ever met got his first tattoo?—”
“My only one, Pearl. Just for you.”
The last bit of doubt he’d had—all the bad past experiences from college and dating—melted away under Pearl’s hungry gaze.
She was waiting for him, open for him—trusting him. He leaned them both back onto the bed.
He cupped her cheek, needing her to feel precious, treasured. His eyes burned into her so he didn’t miss a moment. She was willing—eager, even—for him to be inside of her.
“You are all the best parts of the universe combined,” he whispered, kissing her reverently, “and I am the luckiest man in it right now.”
Her arms wrapped around him hard. He brushed his lips against hers, not even blinking, as he slid his cock slowly, so slowly , into her.
In that moment, he knew.
He had always been meant for her.
This moment with her was destined to be.
“I’m yours, Pearl. All of me. Always was,” he whispered raggedly as sensations flooded through him.
A single tear slipped slowly down her temple. He caught it with a kiss. “Mine,” she sighed, holding him tighter.
He slid further into the hot, wet heaven of her and felt like he was finally, finally home.
A wash of sensations rolled over him—pleasure, slaking need, adoration.
The beat of his heart had taken up a strange rhythm.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Again and again, it was screaming at him.
His hungry eyes scanned her face as he memorized this moment. The lusty need in her gaze, her teeth peeking out as she bit her dark bottom lip. The little moans as he pushed so slowly into her.
Every perfect thing in the world couldn’t compare to this—being in her, with her, for her.
She clenched her muscles around him, and he gasped. His vision blurred as he threw his head on her shoulder. A wicked grin stretched her lips when he looked up.
A beast-like craving made his hips retreat and slide close again, a feral need overtaking his muscles as he enjoyed the feeling of giving in and taking what he wanted.
It was like he’d experienced every good thing at once—winning the lottery, a cool glass of water on a hot afternoon, crawling into bed after the longest day.
She clenched around him again and he rested on a forearm, one hand cupping her cheek, thumb swiping there as he gasped. “Don’t know…how long,” he muttered. “Pussy is…too good,” he groaned as he slid out slowly and thrust his cock back in.
“Reed,” she gasped, her hands pulling him against her, clawing at him. “More . More. ”
A tense coil within him released, and his hips moved faster. Faster. Fucking her harder. The wet slap of it, the jangle of his belt, her moans—a perfect soundtrack to his lust.
He pulled her nipple into his mouth, finally letting himself revel in her tits. It was big and he couldn’t think too hard about it as he ran his tongue over it or he’d come. Fuck, he loved that. He pressed his face in, knowing that this was what his heaven would be.
His climax tugged on his spine. Fuck, it was too good. Can’t keep doing this or I’ll come.
He pulled back, tugging her so he could stand at the edge of the bed. He’d read that changing positions could keep his stamina going. He wanted this to be so good for her.
She grabbed her huge tits, her thumbs playing with her nipples, and his knees almost buckled at the sight.
“You don’t like them?” she said, a teasing smile on her lips.
He huffed out a laugh as he lifted her leg against his chest. “Opposite,” he groaned, roughly grasping one in a bruising grip. “Too good.”
He slid his cock back in, hard. She was angled so he’d slide in deeper, and she gasped, clutching the bedsheets.
“I want to see all of you when I fuck you hard, gorgeous,” he growled. “Dreamed of this too for long. Years, Pearl.”
He slammed his hips into her as he rubbed her clit mercilessly with his thumb, strumming it hard.
“Fucking years I’ve thought about this,” he gasped, fucking her harder and harder. “Those tits of yours, these hips.” He grasped her flank and loved the juicy squeeze of it in his hands.
“This belly,” he said, his hand leaving her clit and coming to the sizable pooch below her belly button ring. He grasped it hard, wanting to slake his hunger with it. “Fucking gorgeous. Something in me wants to claim it,” he said, squeezing it.
She gasped, looking surprised. She bit back a smile as her eyes fought to stay open. “Yeah?”
He stopped, leaning over to pull her head up toward him, claiming her mouth. “Gorgeous”—he thrust hard and slow, still holding her head—“if I could fuck it, I would.”
She moaned into his mouth as her pussy clenched hard around him. He laid her head on the bed and grasped her headboard hard for leverage to fuck her harder.
Jesus, he was going to come. He strummed her clit faster, mercilessly digging in as he thrust his hips.
“Want your cum in me,” she moaned, clawing at his back. “More. Come in me,” she moaned again and again, arching her back so her tits bounced in the air.
“Say you’re mine,” he growled. A crack of wood ripped out in the room, and his grasp faltered as the headboard broke.
“Yours,” she sobbed, throwing her head back as a climax ripped through her and her pussy sucked his cock down.
“Christ,” he groaned.
The beast took over and he slammed his hips into hers, faster and faster, chasing the release that tugged at him until every atom flushed out of him into her, spurting as his lips found hers.
His hips slowed, savoring one—then two—last pumps as he emptied into her.
His forehead rested against hers as they panted. They were sweaty messes, and still, his tongue searched for a taste of her.
He licked up the salt of her with open- mouthed kisses, savoring the palpable connection between them. She clenched her muscles around him again and he moaned.
“You’re no longer a virgin,” she murmured as he pulled back.
“But I am now ruined for anyone else.” His hands pushed at her bangs, the hair clinging to her face, needing her to understand how much he loved her.
Because he was in head-over-heels, all-abiding, soul-crushing love with her.
Yes, she was his first.
But, by god…
…she’s going to be my last.
“Is there a bathroom?”
“Could you tell me where the romance section is?”
“I’m ready to check out.”
Questions flew around Reed and he couldn’t have been happier.
The grand opening of Bookish was officially a success.
The store was teeming with customers for their big grand opening. Bloom had posted on their social accounts, which had a crazy large following.
Happy faces walked through the bookstore. People browsed on the second floor, wandering through the shelves. Families of all shapes and sizes came through. Couples, older people—everyone looked excited. The Bookish mugs were almost gone from the side swag table.
He was proud of what he had to offer, but he noticed a single sour-looking face in a big, overstuffed, comfy chair in the middle of it all.
Beulah sat holding her large gray purse on her lap, her face missing its usual scowl.
Instead, she just looked sad.
Her gaze traveled the space around and above them, up to the rafters, like she’d lost something.
Why did she even care?
Yes, they lived next door. Yes, she hated Pearl, but what was her attachment to all of this?
“Do you have a second, Reed?” Rose said with a warm smile. “I wanted to make sure you’d met Pop and Mrs. Maroo-Canon.”
A balding, elderly, bowlegged man waddled over with a hitch in his step and shook his hand with a surprisingly firm grip.
“They were good friends of my—our dad,” Rose said, correcting herself.
“Now, I’m not one to gossip,” the older woman said. The bright orange rhinestones of her glasses sparkled, matching her flowing summer dress. She clutched his other hand in her two tiny, cold ones. “But I heard through the grapevine you are officially a Parker, which means you are basically family to us, which is why I told every single person in my phone to come to your opening today.”
Reed blinked, trying to process this information.
“You sure do look like Frank,” Pop said, patting him on the shoulder.
“That’s, uh, what they tell me,” Reed said, adjusting his glasses. He waved at Maria from the Historical Society Committee as she wandered in with her family.
He felt like he’d been dropped into a whole new premade family and community.
“Thank you for your help,” Reed said with a bright smile to Mrs. Maroo-Canon.
“We should let you get back. You have customers,” Rose said, shooing him. “Do you need any help?”
“No, I’m good.” He started to wave her away, but on impulse, he wrapped her in a crushing hug. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For everything.”
For making sure he became a Parker.
For supporting him even though she barely knew him.
She pulled back, a little misty-eyed.
“Sorry, I know you’re not a hugger,” he said with a guilty smile.
“Eh, I’ve gotten used to it with the other two,” she said, wiping what looked like a tear from her eye. “Let’s go on that run soon, okay?”
“You got it.”
But you still haven’t told your parents , a guilty voice nagged at him. You’ve been ignoring them. You’re a bad son. They’re gonna hate this. They’re gonna hate that you’ve gone out on a ledge again, and you’ve ruined your family legacy forever.
“Shut up,” he muttered to himself as he turned back, walking toward the back room.
“We need more tote bags!” Pearl called from the register.
“On it.” He jogged to the back. He rummaged through boxes until he found extras.
Pearl walked in. “We’re almost out of t-shirts, too,” she said, looking through the boxes for more stock. He darted a glance out into the bookstore. No one was at the register.
He closed the door, and as she stood up with a handful of t-shirts, he pressed her against the shelf with a hot, hard kiss. She kissed him back instantly, pulling at his shirt, her teeth raking against his lip.
“Whoa,” she said, pulling away. “What was that for?”
“Because you look so goddamn hot today, and”—he grabbed another quick kiss from her—“you’re doing a great job.”
She rolled her eyes, wiping at her lipstick on his mouth.She’d let it slip that she had a praise kink and he’d used it mercilessly.
He kissed her neck. “You’re so good at customer book recs. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
She laughed, shuddering as he nibbled her ear.
He whispered through clenched teeth, “And your ideas have already made a huge impact.”
“Oh my god, stop”—she ducked under his arms—“or I’m gonna lock the door and ride you right here.”
He chuckled as he pulled the door open for her. He kissed her her cheek as she walked by. “And I bet you’d be amazing at that too.”
“Evil,” she muttered with affection as she kissed him quickly back, running away into the store.
This had been the best week of his whole life. My dream come true, and the gorgeous woman I love in it. He’d tell her soon, even though it might weird her out.
She has to know , he thought, seeing her pretty, wide smile as she talked with Margie in the romance section. She needs to know how hopelessly in love with her I am.