Chapter 53 Reed
REED
The fire had burned down low, the logs cracking quietly as the night settled around us.
Cam and Dax were trading stories, Harper and Lena were locked into some wild, giggly retelling of a party they’d once crashed, and Wren—God, Wren—was leaning back against the log bench, cheeks pink from the heat of the fire and the second Long Island Iced Tea she’d been nursing.
She looked too damn pretty like this—soft around the edges, undone in the best way, laughing like nothing in the world could touch her. But I saw the way she slightly swayed, just a little, when she stood to toss her cup.
I got up before she could reach for another. “Come walk with me?” I asked, keeping it light. She blinked up at me, then nodded with a smile that made my chest tighten.
We wandered down the sand, and the sounds of the fire and our friends were growing distant behind us.
The stars were out in full force, and the water was lapping slowly and steadily against the shore like it had all the time in the world.
I reached for her hand, and she gave it to me without hesitation.
“Reed look!” Wren pointed to the sky, “It’s Venus!”
She was so excited, it was adorable. I looked up to where she pointed. I made a mental note to download an app to help study the stars and planets.
“Reed, did you know that Venus is known for its brightness and sometimes for a UFO?” She squeezed my hand and continued walking.
“Wow, really?” I looked up again, “Honestly, I could see that.” I chuckled and looked back to where we were headed.
The path Wren seemed to have created in her mind veered slightly, tucked into the trees, and Wren turned into it, tugging me with her. The hush of the woods wrapped around us like a secret. She stopped, spun on me, eyes darker than before.
“Reed.” Just my name, but it landed low in my gut.
Her mouth was on mine in the next second, hands fisting in my shirt, pulling me down to her like she’d been waiting all damn night.
I kissed her back, pressing her gently against the nearest tree, letting my hands roam over the curve of her waist, her hips, the bare sliver of skin above her waistband that had been teasing me all evening. She arched into me with a quiet moan, and I swore under my breath.
The woods weren’t quiet anymore.
She pulled me closer, fingers already under the hem of my shirt, nails dragging against skin like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
I broke the kiss, breath shallow. My forehead pressed against hers. She looked beautiful in the shaded moonlight. “Hey,” I said, voice low, trying to anchor us for a second. “Are you sure?”
Wren’s eyes met mine—clear, steady, intense in that way only she could be. “Always.”
“You’ve been drinking, baby.”
She smirked, tilting her head like she saw straight through me. “Two drinks over four hours. I’m not drunk, Reed.”
Still, I searched her face. “Tell me your full name.”
“Wren Willow Callahan,” she said instantly. “Want my birthdate too?”
“Yeah,” I murmured, fingers tracing the line of her jaw.
“November seventh. Scorpio. Fierce, loving, and very aware of what I want.”
That made me laugh—and then she kissed me again. Deep and slow and anything but uncertain.
“I want you,” she whispered against my mouth, tugging at my belt. “Right here.”
“Fuck.” I swallowed hard, my hands slipping beneath her shirt, exploring the warm, soft skin of her waist, the dip of her spine. She shivered in the best way, her nails digging into my shoulders as I pressed into her.
“Last chance to stop me,” I murmured, my voice nearly a growl in her ear.
“Don’t you dare,” she whispered back.
So I didn’t.
The forest was quiet except for the sounds we made—breathless moans, rustling leaves, the faint snap of a twig underfoot.
The lake lapped gently in the distance, a hush over Sawyers Cove like the world had permitted us to disappear.
I lifted her, my hands gripping beneath her thighs, and she came with me easily, legs wrapping around my waist like she’d always belonged there.
Her body molded to mine, I could feel the heat of her pussy through her shorts, her breath stuttering against my mouth as I pressed her back against the tree again.
I adjusted my hands so I could palm her ass.
She tugged at my hair, kissed me like she wanted to ruin me, like she already knew how.
And she did—because when she rolled her hips and whispered my name again, I nearly came in my pants.
My fingers pushed beneath her shirt, dragging up her spine, memorizing the curve of her back, the small shiver she gave when I brushed just beneath her bra strap.
“You drive me fucking insane,” I muttered against her throat, kissing my way down to her collarbone.
I placed gentle kisses over her now-healed tattoo I had given her.
She tilted her head back for me, eyes fluttering closed, her pulse jumping beneath my lips.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Wren?”
“You tell me a lot. But why don’t you show me,” she breathed, her voice ragged, hands already sliding beneath my waistband, dangerous and sure. “Please.”
I groaned—deep and guttural—before catching her mouth in mine again, my control hanging by a thread.
I wanted to take my time. I wanted to worship her properly.
But the way she held onto me, kissed me, moved with me—it was fire and urgency and the ache of wanting something for so long it burned.
Plus, our friends were going to notice if we were gone for too long.
I set her back on her feet and leaned her back against the tree.
I slipped my hand between her legs, cupping her aching pussy through the denim, and her whole body arched.
Her moan was soft and broken, swallowed by the trees.
My other hand held her steady, fingers digging into her waist as I pushed my palm against her, giving her some of the friction she searched for.
She kissed along my jaw, breath hot in my ear. “I want you,” she whispered. “Here. Now. I’ve never been more sure.”
That was more than enough for me. I undid her shorts with shaking hands, kissed every inch of skin I uncovered like it was sacred. She clung to me, her forehead pressed to mine, breathing me in as I pulled her back to me.
I began to sink to my knees, taking her shorts and panties completely off.
I stuck them in my back pocket as a souvenir.
Once I was on my knees in front of her, my green eyes met her hazel ones in the dark.
She looked fucking breathtaking. The moonlight through the trees cast such delicate shadows over her body.
I rubbed her swollen clit with my thumb and explained what I wanted from her.
“Game play, Little Birdie. I am going to eat you out, and I want you to come in my mouth.” I swiped a finger through her pussy lips, groaning at how wet she was for me.
“You’re going to put both legs on my shoulder and lean back against the tree.
I won’t let you fall, baby. Let me make you feel good. ”
I don’t think she has ever moved so quickly. As I was on my knees before her, I guided her right leg onto my shoulder and then positioned her so she could bring up her left leg. I scooted closer steadying her, hands gripping her ass so tightly that it was bound to leave a mark.
“Fuck Reed,” Our eyes met. “I need you to taste me.”
She did not have to tell me twice. I devoured her cunt. I am not sure who was louder, me or Wren. She tasted better than last time. I sucked, licked, and kissed until she was shaking.
“Fuck I’m so cl—“ She let out a moan so loud it echoed throughout the trees.
I gently got her feet back onto the ground; her legs were shaking from her intense orgasm.
I wiped her release off my mouth with the back of my hand.
She stood there staring at me and panting.
I quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled them down with my boxers, leaving them pooling at my ankles.
I scooped her up using the tree to steady us.
Her name left my lips like a prayer as I entered her, and her gasp undid whatever was left of me.
We moved together like a secret we’d always kept—desperate and perfect and just a little wild.
“Fuck Wren, you’re so tight. So fucking wet. Feels so good. I love having my dick buried in your needy little cunt.” The pace I kept was brutal. She was moaning and saying something that didn’t sound like real words.
Her pussy squeezed me tight, and I knew she was close.
“Reed. Please. I’m so close again. Come with me, please.”
Two more thrusts and she was moaning out my name and clenching down on my cock. I spilled inside of her knowing she would be walking back to our friends with my cum sticky between her legs. She was mine.
The branches above us swayed, leaves whispering, the lake catching moonlight through the trees. As my penis softened, I pulled out of her and helped her back into her shorts after pulling up my own. She laughed at the realization that I took her panties.
“I love you,” she said, quiet but certain. “I think I’ve always loved you.”
My heart slammed against my ribs, and for a second the whole damn world tilted.
“Wren,” I whispered, and kissed her like it was an answer. Like it was a vow.