Complete Me

by Claire Raye

  “Bowen’s son was supposed to be brought here at the same time you both were. I have no idea where he is…”

  Where in the fuck is Reid and why isn’t he here yet?

  I climb into bed with this thought seared into my brain, replaying over and over until I’m practically in tears.

  I know I won’t fall asleep and I lie here in the darkened foreign room listening to the sounds of the night as my thoughts are invaded by my worst fears.

  I doze in and out, my eyes heavy and as they close, I swear I hear the sound of a door opening. Panicked and with my heart racing, I jump from the bed, both Caleb and I running out of our rooms simultaneously but stopping when we see Reid coming through the front door.

  He looks exhausted, his eyes red-rimmed and his hair disheveled. He’s unshaven and his clothes are wrinkled as if he’s been wearing them for way too long. But none of this matters and my mouth falls open when I see him.

  The tears start before anyone can say a word and I want to run to him, throw my arms around his neck and kiss him with reckless abandon, but my feet won’t move.

  “Fuck, man, where’ve you been?” Caleb says, his words loud in the silence of the small house, but Reid doesn’t even acknowledge him.

  Stalking over to where I’m standing, he reaches out; his large hand wraps around my neck and pulls me to him. His mouth collides with mine, desperate and needy and suddenly I can’t breathe, but it’s in that heart pounding, exhilarating moment that I don’t care that I’m left breathless. I realize I don’t need air. I just need Reid.

  This kiss screams everything we’ve failed to say to each other. It’s I’m sorry and I was wrong and I forgive you, but more than any of those things, it’s I love you.

  My heart explodes in my chest as his lips are filled with everything I love: red velvet cake and honey whiskey, fresh peaches and the smell of lilacs in the early summer. He’s everything to me and more. I’ve never been kissed like this and I never will be again.

  I’m still sobbing, the tears falling hard and fast, as Reid pulls back, resting his forehead against mine. His hands are clutching my face, his breathing labored, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body.

  “Don’t you ever fucking tell me to walk away from you again,” he demands, and I nod my head, my arms hanging loosely at my sides as I finally inhale deeply, my body catching up.

  I fist my hands in his shirt, gripping tightly as I pull him even closer, not being able to be close enough to him. I have an overwhelming need to feel him inside me, to be as close to him as possible.

  Caleb clears his throat, jarring both of us from our reunion and I can’t help but laugh through the tears as Caleb stands there looking at us.

  “I fucked your sister,” Reid says abruptly. “And I’m gonna do it again in a few minutes.” I laugh even louder at Reid’s response, my cheeks flushing bright red as I bury my face in Reid’s chest.

  “Like I didn’t know,” Caleb replies sarcastically, shrugging his shoulders. “Glad you’re okay, man.” And with that Caleb returns to his room as if we haven’t been completely worried about Reid all fucking night.

  “I’m so sorry,” I whine out, my arms wrapped around Reid’s neck now, clinging to him as he lifts me off the ground and carries me toward the other bedroom. I pepper his face with kisses; kissing him everywhere my lips can reach, needing him to feel the weight of my guilt, needing him to feel my desperation.

  “Sienna,” he barks out, his words a growl of possession as he tugs at my clothes. “I can’t be gentle right now because I’m so fucking angry with you.” Each word comes out harsh and all-consuming as he shoves me back on the bed, covering his body with mine.

  And even though I can feel his rage, feel his anger at me, above it all, I feel the intensity of our connection.

  I can feel how much he loves me.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Reid

  I’m not thinking about anything but my urgent need to be inside her. To take her and possess her and remind her that she’s mine and that she never gets to walk away from me again.

  Her hands claw at my back, tearing my clothes off, her body writhing beneath me as she tries to pull me closer to her. I shove my jeans down my legs, my arms now framing her face as I kiss her hard, kiss her with a hunger and a desperation I haven’t ever felt before, as though this past week we’ve been apart has been an eternity.

  “I need to be inside you,” I growl, as my mouth crashes against hers, our teeth and tongues colliding.

  “Yes,” she breathes out, arching beneath me as I slide a hand down her leg to her knee, hitching it around my hips.

  My cock is so fucking hard, aching with want and without any warning, I push inside her in one long deep thrust till I’m buried to the hilt. “Fuck,” I groan. “God, I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

  “Reid,” she moans into my mouth, clinging to me as I rock my hips hard against hers, pulling out before slamming into her again. This isn’t going to be gentle, not this time. I’m too overwhelmed, too consumed with so many warring emotions; anger at everything we’ve gone through, frustration at her pushing me away, desperation and want and need to have her again. To show her how I really feel about her; to punish her for what she did to us.

  It all takes over as I start to pound into her, the bed now rhythmically knocking against the wall as we start to move together, our bodies moving as if we’re one, as though neither of us can get close enough to each other.

  I feel the sting of her nails digging into my back, the sharp bite of her teeth as she sucks and bites my bottom lip and still, I want more.

  My arms slip beneath her, wrapping around her back as I lift her, pulling her closer as I continue to drive into her, over and over again, my mouth on hers, kissing and sucking and biting.

  “Tell me you still want me,” I demand, my voice low and gravelly around our kisses.

  Sienna moans against me, her grip on me tightening. “I still want you,” she says, breathless. “So much.”

  I open my eyes, watch her beneath me, her skin now flushed and hot, covered in a sheen of sweat. Silent tears fall down her cheeks and I lean in to kiss them, tasting their saltiness. “Tell me you believe me.”

  Her eyes open now and as they meet mine, I see the full weight of the regret and sadness she carries. “I believe you,” she says, as a sob escapes. “I’m so sorry, Reid. So fucking sorry.”

  Her sorrow is palpable, and it softens my heart a little, pushing some of that anger away. “It’s okay, baby,” I whisper, kissing the last of her tears away. “We’re okay.”

  She whimpers, clinging to me even more as her heels now dig into my ass, urging me deeper, harder, faster. I give her what she wants, what we both need, driving into her over and over again, the room now filled with the sounds of our bodies meeting, our moans of desire as I push her closer and closer to the edge.

  My whole body is wired so fucking tight, like it’s stretched to absolute breaking point and is only just holding on. And as I start to feel Sienna tighten around me, her head pushing back into the pillow as my name falls from her lips, I feel it finally snap and let go. I push deep inside her one last time, letting out a growl as my body explodes and I come hard.

  I collapse on top of her, my breathing ragged, my heart pounding in my chest as I bury my face against her neck. I can feel the hard beat of her pulse against my lips, can feel her hands as they smooth up my back, holding me to her.

  “Can you forgive me?” she whispers, her mouth at my ear.

  Lifting my head, I find her eyes open and looking up at me. Cupping her face, I brush my thumbs across her cheeks before lowering my mouth to hers. “I do,” I whisper against her lips. “All I ever needed was for you to believe me. To believe I would never hurt you.”

  “I believe you,” she whispers, her fingers reaching up to trace along my bottom lip. “I never should have doubted you in the first place. Should have known you’d n
ever—”

  “Never, Sie,” I say, taking her hand in mine. “You and Caleb are the most important people in my life, and I will always, always have your back.”

  Sienna’s eyes close as she nods her head, another tear falling down her cheek.

  I lean in and kiss it away. “Open your eyes,” I whisper. She does, staring up at me, her blue eyes still filled with unshed tears. Smiling, I kiss the tip of her nose, her lips, her cheeks. “I love you, Sienna,” I finally say, the words I’ve been wanting to say forever just falling out of me now. “I’ve always loved you.”

  A half sob escapes from her mouth before she crushes it against mine. “I love you too,” she whispers between kisses. “So much.”

  And with these words, everything that’s happened since we got back to Providence; all of the hurt and anger and frustration, it all just disappears. And even though none of our problems have been solved and neither of us knows when this shitstorm will be over; right now, it doesn’t matter.

  Because I am hers again.

  And she is mine.

  And that’s all that fucking matters to me.

  I wake to the scent of vanilla and the feel of Sienna’s naked body wrapped in my arms. It feels like a dream only this time I know it’s not—it’s real. I can feel the warmth of her skin against mine. I can smell the scent of her and of us all over me and it’s fucking heaven.

  “Morning,” I murmur, my mouth at her ear, my body curling around hers.

  “Morning,” she whispers back, turning her head slightly.

  I slide my hand up her side, over her hip, her waist, her ribs, before slipping it around to cup her breast. “Did you sleep okay?” I ask, my lips brushing against hers.

  Sienna smiles. “We slept?”

  I chuckle, my lips kissing a path across her jaw to her neck. “We had a lot of catching up to do,” I whisper, my fingers teasing and pinching her nipple.

  She gasps, her back arching a little as she presses her ass against my already hard dick. “We did.”

  I moan as she pushes against me. “I don’t ever want to be apart from you again, Sie,” I tell her. “Ever.”

  “Hmmm, me either,” she murmurs, lazily grinding herself against my leg as I slide it between hers.

  My mouth drops to her shoulder and I suck and bite on her skin. “I mean it,” I demand, my hand now sliding down her stomach and between her legs. “Not here, not back at school either. I want you with me, in my bed, always.”

  She moans as I touch her, my fingers exploring. “You live in a frat house, Reid,” she pants. “Parties every night, no food…ohhh, shit,” she groans as I slide a finger inside her.

  “Then I’ll stay with you,” I say, slowly moving my finger in and out of her. “I don’t care, I just need to be with you.”

  “Yes,” she murmurs, as I slide a second finger inside her, teasing her, tempting her with what she could have.

  “Yes?” I repeat.

  She chuckles, husky and low because she knows exactly what I’m doing right now. And maybe I am, but it doesn’t change what I want. “Yes,” she says again, her hand slipping between us, her fingers sliding down my stomach before circling around my cock.

  I groan, so fucking hard and desperate for her. I roll her beneath me now, sliding my hands up her sides as I pull her arms above her head. My fingers curl into hers, pinning our hands to the mattress above her head, my body completely covering hers, our legs tangled together. She opens her eyes, her sleepy gaze finding mine.

  “Hi,” she whispers, smiling up at me.

  My heart flips in my chest as its broken pieces are finally put back together. “Hi,” I whisper back as she rolls her hips beneath me, her body arching into mine. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, mesmerized by the sight of her. It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen her beneath me like this, her long blonde hair splayed out on the pillow, her beautiful blue eyes looking up at me, that sexy fucking smile on her mouth. I smile as I lower my mouth to hers, our lips meeting in a deep kiss as I slide into her with one long deep push.

  We’re slower this time, gentler as we move together, our hands and mouths exploring each other as though it’s for the first time. I press kisses to every inch of her skin, relishing her taste and her warmth, while she moans beneath me, her fingers tracing the lines of my tattoos.

  I move above her, my mouth finding hers again, my hand slipping between us as I work my fingers against her. “Tell me you love me,” I whisper against her mouth.

  She smiles, kissing me. “I love you.”

  I groan, my hips rocking into hers, our movements slow even as I continue to touch her, watching as she slowly falls apart beneath me until she’s moaning my name and clenching around me, sending me right over the edge with her.

  “I love you.”

  The next time I wake up, Sienna is curled into my side, her head on my chest, her soft breaths telling me she’s still asleep. Somewhere out in the house I hear movement that says Caleb is awake, and as much as I don’t want to move, I know I owe him an explanation.

  At least one that’s a bit more than me storming in and announcing that I’m about to fuck his sister.

  I slowly ease my body from the bed, brushing a hand down Sienna’s back before I grab some sweats from my bag and pull them on.

  Closing the bedroom door behind me, I walk out to the kitchen area, where Caleb is standing shirtless, as though he’s also just woken up, at the counter pouring himself some coffee.

  “Hey,” I say.

  Caleb looks up, putting his coffee cup down as he turns to me. “Hey.”

  “You okay?” I ask, indicating toward him. Although the bruises on his face are finally starting to fade a little, his wrist is still in a cast and a dark purple bruise still mars the right side of his ribs.

  He nods. “You?”

  “I am now,” I tell him. “Listen, Caleb, I—”

  But before I can say anything more, the rest of my words are cut off by Caleb doing something I don’t expect. Without even realizing it’s going to happen, all of a sudden, I’m wrapped in a giant bear hug, Caleb slapping me hard on the back before he pulls back and says, “Thank you.”

  “For what?” I ask, surprised.

  Caleb chuckles. “Fuck, really?” he says. “For what you did for us, Reid. For what you’ve done for her, for fucking everything.” He pauses, stepping back as he drags a hand down his face. “This never would’ve stopped if you hadn’t, well, if you hadn’t done what you did yesterday. I don’t know how I can ever thank you, ever repay—”

  “Caleb,” I say, holding up a hand to stop him. “You don’t owe me anything, ever.”

  He shakes his head at me, his uncast hand running over the top of his head as he stares at me. “Yeah, I do.”

  “Nope.”

  “Reid,” he says, “your dad, he’s…fuck, he’s gonna be after you now too, you know that, right?” He pauses and I shrug as if to say, so. “Why did you do it? I mean…”

  “Dude,” I say, needing him to understand. “My dad is an asshole. He belongs in jail. You; you and Sienna, have always been my family. Doing this after what he did to you, fuck man, it was a no brainer.”

  “He’ll kill you for this,” Caleb whispers.

  I smile, shaking my head. “Nah,” I say, not really believing my own words, not anymore. “But hey, at least we’re both fucked now, right?”

  Caleb laughs, knowing that as true and as scary as all of this is right now, there’s not a lot we can do about it except laugh.

  “So, you and Sienna, huh?” he eventually says, reaching for his coffee.

  “Yeah,” I say, weirdly nervous as I push my hand through my hair. “I guess, I probably should’ve told you a little differently than how it went down last night.”

  He chuckles, shaking his head. “Well, I kinda figured something was going on,” he says. “I mean I know you two haven’t been great these p
ast few years, but it was pretty obvious something big had happened when you guys got back here.”

  I nod. “It had, yeah.”

  Caleb takes a sip of coffee. “And I’m guessing this all started on the trip back?”

  I nod again. “Yep.”

  “Uh huh and—”

  “I love her, Caleb,” I say, cutting him off. “I really fucking love her.”

  Caleb lets out another laugh. “Dude, please. You’ve been in love with her since fucking high school. It’s about damn time you did something about it.”

  “Wait, what?”

  Caleb shakes his head at me. “I’m not blind, Reid. Of course I knew. Hell, everyone knew.”

  “And you’re…you’re okay with this?” I ask, still trying to figure out how this has all happened.

  He takes a step toward me, his gaze locking with mine. “Of course I’m okay with it,” he says, his voice sincere. “You’re the one person I trust more than anyone,” he adds.

  I have to swallow hard at his words, at the unwavering truth and sincerity behind them. At how much I didn’t realize I needed to hear them until now.

  “Thank you,” I whisper, just as Sienna wanders into the kitchen.

  “Hey,” she says, smiling as she walks over and slips her arms around my waist. I pull her closer, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Is everything okay?” she asks, looking from me to her brother.

  “Yep,” we both say at the same time.

  Sienna looks between us again and I can tell she wants to ask what’s going on. But she doesn’t, instead saying, “So, what are we gonna do today then?” as though we have so many fucking options out here.

  I grin, sliding a hand down to her ass. “Well, I need a shower. And I definitely think you need to join me,” I add, picking her up and slinging her over my shoulder.

  Sienna squeals as Caleb groans.

  “Yeah, we’re gonna need to set some fucking ground rules about this shit,” he says, pointing to us.

  My grin widens as I grab Sienna’s ass. “Oh man, this is gonna be fun,” I say, laughing as I walk Sienna out of the kitchen and back to our bedroom.