He just stands there like a fucking god. Staring down at me as he slowly drags his fingers from my cunt and up to his mouth. My eyes drift closed, overwhelmed, listening to the sound of Reed cleaning me off his fingers because it’s the hottest fucking moment I’ve ever experienced.
“Look at me,” he growls, gripping my ass, angling my hips so I can feel every sensation.
He’s dry fucking me. On the counter of the kitchen. For everyone to see.
“Reed,” I breathe out, circling my hips as I clutch on to him.
“Don’t say my name until you’re screaming it.”
Oh fuck. I’m panting. Toes curled. Legs wrapped around him, rocking, dragging up and down, over and over. Everything inside me tightens. The world blurs.
“Reed. I’m going to—hand…mouth.”
Without hesitation, his palm slaps over my mouth. My eyes close, lost to the rhythm of our bodies grinding against that sweet friction. I can’t breathe except through my nose, but I could be dying, and I wouldn’t care because of what Reed’s saying.
“That’s it, come for me like the slut you are. You let me use you on this fucking counter, wishing Cole was watching.”
I moan.
“Beg me to fuck you while Jace’s cock is in your mouth? Say it, pretty whore.”
I’m almost screaming against his palm, nodding my head because my body is exploding. Oh god.
“I’m going to fuck that tight pussy while Alec fucks your sweet little hole. We’re going to stretch you so fucking good you won’t be able to walk. And what will you say, sunshine?”
“Thank you,” I rush out the second his hand leaves my mouth, panting as I ride out the wave. “I’ll say thank you.”
six
“A very blue Christmas.”
Reed holds me in place as my body spasms, limbs tingling.
Goddamn, that was good.
You’re so fucking perfect, sounds like it’s coming from outside a fishbowl as I slowly pull from the haze of bliss. But the further I sink back into reality, muscles relaxed, body sated, my lazy smile fades.
Oh god, I just dry-humped the guy currently kissing my neck. The guy who’s best friends with the one I kissed last night.
What just happened starts shaking me until it slaps me dead.
I fucked my OTHER BOSS.
I open my eyes blinking too fast, my hands clumsily pushing Reed’s face away.
“What the hell?” he mumbles as I smush his mouth.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I say over labored breaths. “Jesus. I can’t believe I let that happen.”
He frowns, dipping back to kiss me, but I dodge him.
“Reed,” I hiss, my palms pressed against his shoulders, keeping him away.
“Gimme,” he presses quietly, pushing back against my hold.
Jesus, the fucking gravel in his voice woven around the softness of that plea is too sexy. I’m instantly pulled right back in. Reed’s too good at this. It’s not fair.
But I say no anyway, shaking my head slowly. Knowing he knows I’m a big fat liar. Reed’s eyes narrow as he slowly presses his weight forward, buckling my arms more. Not that I’m trying to actually hold him away.
But before his lips meet mine again, a loud growl attached to a yawn blasts from the living room.
Oh shit.
My eyes bulge out of my head, and of course, Reed keeps smiling, even wider than before.
“Looks like we have company,” he whispers.
“Oh my god,” I shoot out, but he wags his brows, reaching under my shirt, tugging the soft tuft of hair I leave in the shape of an airstrip.
Immediately I become a mess of feet flailing and hands batting in his face, urging him off of me.
“Are you crazy? Get off. Get off. Get off.”
“You already did, sunshine. Or was it anticlimactic? Because we can try again, right now—”
I’m halfway off the counter as Reed grabs my waist, plopping my feet to the ground before he leans down.
“Aw, sunshine. I thought you liked an audience?”
Not just my cheeks turn red. I’m pretty sure all of me is the color of a tomato because I did say that. Yep, it’s all coming back. Jesus, it’s like being here made a fantasy floodgate break. And apparently, I’m trying to drown myself in bad decisions and off-limit cock.
His finger presses under my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Don’t be shy, now.”
Whoever is awake is coming closer. Jesus, I can’t function. My brain’s malfunctioning. Because I can’t stop picturing everything I just did and said. I need to snap out of it. I need a distraction.
So I pinch Reed…hard.
Enough to make him stop talking and say, “Ow,” just as Jace comes into the kitchen.
Reed’s still facing me, amused as he mouths, you’re going to pay for that, blocking my view as Jace starts talking.
“Jesus, mornings are evil. And especially apocalyptic when my head is pounding. Fuck, I slept like shit. Where’s the Tylenol?”
The cabinet across from Reed opens and closes as Jace gets what he needs. He still hasn’t noticed I’m here yet, tucked between the counter and Reed’s massive frame. I thought my heart was beating fast before. Now, it’s pounding out of my chest. I can’t have any of the other guys seeing me like this. This is so bad. They’re going to think I’m that girl…a homie hopper—that’s what my sister calls it.
I’m too old to be a homie hopper. I’m thirty-two. Sometimes my back hurts when I work out too hard or if I lay in one spot so long that Netflix dares to ask if I’m still watching the show I’ve been binging.
Yes, I am, Netflix. It’s okay to have free time like four days a week. And on Saturdays. Shut up.
Reed says something over his shoulder to Jace, but I barely listen. I’m about to slide past Reed, hopefully undetected. That way, I can hide in my room again, but Reed nabs my side. His eyes tick down to the front of him, making my own follow.
No, no, no, no, no.
Forget about the fact that Reed’s still hard. The real story here is that I’ve left a big wet stain on the front of his sweats. He looks like a human slip n’ slide. Jesus, how much did I come? I mean, it’s been a while, but that feels aggressive.
I’m sorry, Virginia, I have neglected your needs. I promise to re-up my Amazon prime membership and get those batteries coming in monthly.
In the meantime, I whip my head around, searching for anything, like a paper towel or a kitchen towel. Or maybe a cast iron pan to hit Jace over the head. I would rather him go to sleep for like a week than see this. He’s got a head full of hair. Nobody would even see the dent.
Okay. Okay. Fuck. Am I sweating?
I look up at Reed, but he just chuckles.
I hate you, I mouth.
He pushes his bottom lip out, and it’s cute. Goddammit.
“What’s happening over here?” Jace teases, finally noticing I’m behind his villainous friend.
I swear Reed knows what I’m thinking because he’s staring into my eyes, a challenge in them, before he winks and starts to spin around. I all but throw my body in front of him, almost falling, following his motion.
“Oh,” I breathe out, arms splayed, a bit breathless from the amount of physical exertion I just gave getting my back to Reed’s front. “Hey, you…you, Jace.”