“You want?” he asks holding up a dark green bottle.
“Yeah.” But I don’t think I’m going to drink it; I think I’m just going to pour it over my head, hoping it’ll extinguish the incessant lust.
Reese grabs an extra bottle and walks directly toward me. I stand there glued in place as he approaches. He’s not wearing his cast, so his stride is fluid, nearly normal, all the cuts in his abs and peaks on his chest rippling enticingly. I swallow hard, really needing that fucking beer.
He stops a breath away from me, the smell of soap lingering between us. His eyes are wide, alight, and bright, bright blue, like a sparkling ocean. He holds up the bottle, pulling it away when I try to grab it. He smirks fiendishly. But I don’t give in. I just stand there patiently, ready and waiting for whatever he’s got. He’s the jester. He likes to play. And he does it well. Too well. But two can play at that game.
“What movie do you want to watch?” I lean up against him.
Reese breathes heavily in my ear, an erection growing instantly underneath his gym shorts.
“If you’re this close to me all night, it doesn’t fucking matter.”
I smile to myself. Men are just too easy.
“I can’t make any promises on proximity.” I continue to rub up against him, teasing the shit out of him long enough to distract him and grab the beer.
“Hey,” he protests once I back away. “Dirty tease.”
“And you love it.” I crack open the top and take a sip.
“I would love it more if you were standing there naked drinking that beer.”
“Dream about it.” I throw back my usual reply.
“Oh, I do.” He looks like he’s about to devour me as he walks by and into the living room.
I hold my breath the whole time. I wonder how transparent I really am. Can he see through my guise? Does he know how much I really want him underneath it all? How much restraint it takes to deny us both?
“What movie?” He plops down onto the black leather couch and picks up the remote.
“A romantic comedy,” I request as I sit on the arm.
Reese curls his lip. “Again? C’mon, Kayla, I need some action.”
“Clearly.” I giggle, eyeing the bulge in his pants.
“Okay, that’s not what I meant. But I need that kind of action, too.” He grins, adjusting himself. I giggle harder.
“You think this is funny? You caused it, you little cock tease.”
“You shouldn’t have held the beer hostage. This all could have been avoided.”
“Doubtful.” He takes a long swig from his bottle.
“Choose whatever you want. I’ll watch anything. I’m easy.” I slide down onto the cushion.
“God, how I wish that were true.” He shifts, wincing uncomfortably.
I almost feel bad. Almost.
As Reese clicks through the new releases on demand, we hear Riley and Knight bustle through the front door, making a ruckus as they normally do. Their visits are nothing unusual; they’re here almost as much as I am.
“Quick, turn on the local news.” Riley sits down on the couch between Reese and me, tapping his hand excitedly against Reese’s thigh.
“What for?” Reese obliges, changing the channel, disinterested.
“Hold on, just watch.” Riley laughs manically, bouncing on the cushion. For a hard-ass adult, he acts like a buoyant five-year-old sometimes. Boundless energy and way too much enthusiasm.
We watch several news clips, Riley becoming more excited with each one.
I glance over at Knight, who is sitting quietly next to me on the arm of the couch. He isn’t much of a talker, but his presence always seems to be abundant.
A few more newscasts air as we look on bemused.
“Dude—”
“Here! Here! Watch!” Riley interrupts Reese as a field reporter stands in front of one of the local trailer park communities broadcasting about another reported overdose.
“The eighth overdose in three months has been reported . . .”
Oh no.
“. . . It is rumored tainted heroin is circumventing the area, claiming numerous lives. Police have yet to identify the source of the drugs or any possible distributors.” I immediately think of Sam and how tirelessly she’s been working to find the source of the bad drugs. As I listen intently to the young woman speak, there’s a loud rev of dual exhausts. I watch bewildered as two men on motorcycles begin pulling tricks behind her while she reports. Popping wheelies and burning out during the majority of her newscast.
Riley busts up laughing, as does Knight.
“We’re famous like you, yo!” Riley excitedly pushes Reese’s leg, clearly proud of his showy display.
Reese rolls his eyes and chuckles.
“Those are some mad skills, Hatter.” He doesn’t give him much props.
“I know.” Riley goes on anyway. “Did you see that stoppie at the end?”
“It was badass. Now, the whole world knows how cool you are.”
Why does he have to be such a jackass?
“I think it was awesome, Riley,” I chime in. The poor guy just wants some recognition.
“Thanks. See, Nursie knows what’s up.”
“Sure, she does,” Reese replies condescendingly. “She probably doesn’t even know what a stoppie is.”
“He’s right, Riley,” I sigh, aloofly, hiding the fact I know more than I let on. “But whichever trick is was, it was cool as hell.” I glare at Reese. He’s such an idiot.
“Well.” Riley suddenly bounds to his feet. He’s dressed in baggy gray sweatpants, a large white t-shirt, and a flat-brimmed baseball cap. “That’s all folks.”
“What do you mean? Where are you off to?” Reese asks, overly interested.
“Rally out by Miller’s farm. We’re debuting the new performance kit on Knight’s bike.” Riley’s light-green eyes flash with something vitalizing.
A rally is a gathering of bikers. It’s extremely common around here. Dozens and dozens of riders meeting in the middle of nowhere to race, drink, and party. They can get pretty intense. With money, drugs, and pink slips on the line, they can even end up deadly. Riders will bet almost anything for bragging rights. The hotter the commodity, the hotter the race.
How do I know? Because I’ve seen it. I lived it. When I was a different me, a lifetime ago.
“Damn. When are you going to bring my bike over already?” Reese demands.
“When you’re ready to ride it,” Riley informs him haughtily, holding it hostage. A minuscule amount of leverage over the great Reese Dane’s head. We know he’s fixed it. Even told Reese he added some new mods.
“I’ll be ready soon,” Reese cautions him darkly.
“We’ll be the judge of that.” He taps Knight’s chest, urging him to shift off the arm of the couch.
“The only person who judges me is God . . . And the IRTA.”
“IRTA?” I question.
“International Racing Association,” Reese clarifies.
“Of course.” How silly of me not to know that.
With the rustle of modified exhausts in the distance, Reese and I are left with just each other and the low hum of the television in the background.
I chew on my fingernail, lost in thought about Sam. I’ve barely seen her since she started investigating these overdoses. She’s convinced it’s local but has no leads or evidence to prove it. The only thing stringing these cases together is the bag the heroin is distributed in. The one with the wheel stamped on the front.
“Kayla. Earth to Kayla . . .” Reese demands my attention like he demands all the oxygen in the room.
“What?” I look over at him, removed.
“Where did you go? You love to take mental vacations.”
“Oh.” I swiftly come back to reality. “I was thinking about Sam. How hard she’s been working lately.”
“Some big case?” Reese knows what she does for a living.
“Yeah. The biggest in the area.
”
“The heroin?” he guesses right. “Rough.”
“It sure is. I’ve barely seen her.”
“You miss her?” he asks genuinely interested.
“I do.” I perk up. “It sounds so corny, but she really is my best friend.”
“Not corny. Dev is my best friend. Just because you don’t see someone every day doesn’t mean your love or friendship fades. Take it from someone who’s been away from his friends and family for over a decade.”
I stare blankly at Reese. When the fuck did he become so prolific?
“What? I’m more than just a cocky asshole on a bike.” He defends himself.
I raise an eyebrow.
“You know, after you get to know me,” he tacks on.
“If you say so.” I pick up my empty bottle from the coffee table and shake it. “Ready for another?”
“Definitely.”
I grab two more cold ones from the fridge and the two slices of the now lukewarm pizza.
I place the plates on the glass table and hand Reese his beer. Before I have a chance to sit, he yanks on my wrist and pulls me next to him. “You were sitting too far away before.”
I try to object, but he shushes me.
“I found a compromise.” He clicks on new releases and selects Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. “Perfect mix of romance and Rambo.”
“I’m shocked. I didn’t think your ego allowed you to be capable of compromise.”
“Don’t tell anyone.” He moves his lips close to my ear. “Every once in a while, I like to be nice.”
“It’s refreshing.” I tip the rim of my bottle flirtatiously against my lips as the opening scene begins.
“Kayla,” Reese says my name surprisingly earnest.
“Yeah?” I turn my head, giving him my full attention.
“I just want to say thank you. I know I was kind of a cranky ass the last few months.”
“Cranky ass is putting it mildly. I was beginning to think it was your core personality trait.”
Reese’s face contorts into this adorable, guilty look.
“Core? No. I was just angry and frustrated and pissed off at the whole world. I know I made things difficult. But what I didn’t tell you is that you made my miserable situation so much more bearable. So . . . thank you.”
I don’t know what to say. His candid confession leaves me speechless.
“You’re welcome.” I find myself spiraling into his sincere gaze. That shocking proclamation suddenly sheds an entirely new light on the man sitting next to me. A light I find myself liking a little too much.
In the tingling moment, every boundary I’ve laid down instantaneously disappears. Instinctively, I lean into Reese, our faces so close I can smell the tang of beer on his breath. We linger inches apart, me ready to break through every barrier as my pulse races and desire sails. One death-defying inch closer, and our lips will meet. Connect. God, please, fuse. I’m tired of denying myself and tired of denying him. I know I said I couldn’t choose, so I take this as a sign the universe is controlling the reins. Placing me here, now, with Reese and eradicated reservations.
I command all my courage, but just as I close in, Reese turns his head, denying me. It feels like I was just sucker punched. The stink of rejection bloodying my lips.
What the fuck just happened? Reese has been trying to sleep with me for months, and when I finally give him the green light, he stalls out? It makes me question every flirtatious second and heated chase. Wounded, I try to retreat like a dog with its tail between its legs moving to the other side of the couch. But Reese deters me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He restrains me tightly.
“I’m taking the hint.”
“That wasn’t a hint. I was just . . .” His sentence stalls; the look in his eyes conflicted, yet rapturous.
“Just what?” I push.
“Just fucking nothing.” He crushes his mouth against mine. The sexual tension explodes, inflaming the entire room and my raging want. My need, my borderline fixation. The kiss is aggressive and raw and takes no prisoners. I crawl on top of him, and in a flash, we’re both breathing heavily and pawing all over each other. Touch me, touch me, don’t ever stop fucking touching me, is all I can think as he squeezes my breasts and rolls my nipples.
When we’re finally forced to break for air, I blink down at Reese utterly stricken. We spun a web, and we’re about to get tangled.
“Put your mouth on me.” Reese repeats the words he said in his hospital room, but this time, he makes it perfectly clear exactly where he wants it, sliding his shorts down to free his cock. I inwardly sputter from the length and girth of the erection aimed right at me. Damn.
“Don’t make me fucking wait, Kayla.” Reese pumps his shaft readily, impatiently.
I lick my lips, taking over his hand motions. As soon as I touch him, he expels a tortured moan, closing his eyes and dipping his head back.
“Finally.” He jerks his hips as I bring my mouth closer to his engorged head and then swallow it.
“Oh fuck.” He twitches, thrusting his cock deeper down my throat. I work him over as he knots his fingers in my hair and pulls every time a spike of pleasure rocks through his body.
“Tell me you’re on the fucking pill.” He thrusts again, harder this time, his grunts erratic. I nod my head and moan zealously as the tip of his cock repeatedly massages the back of my throat.
God, he’s huge, and the thought of his fucking rocket stretching my pussy the same way it’s stretching my mouth makes me crazed. So crazed I graze my teeth up his shaft, causing him to tense.
“I’m on the fucking pill.” I rip my shirt off as Reese tears into my pants, sending the button on my jeans flying. He barely pulls them down before shoving his hand into my panties, swiftly fingering me, grinding his palm against my clit. I’m aching already. The foreplay doesn’t last; it only goes on long enough to ensure I’m wet and ready. Which I am—I have been for months.
I awkwardly shimmy out of my pants as Reese devours my breasts with his mouth. Licking, biting, and sucking savagely. There are no roadblocks left as he grabs my hips and impales me right onto his cock. He slices directly through me, hitting my core so deep we both cry out.
“Fucking ride me, Kayla. Ride me till you fucking come.”
He latches onto my ass as I bounce up and down wildly, chasing the orgasm accelerating through my system. “That’s it, baby, use me,” Reese encourages as my breathing turns choppy and my body locks up with delicious force.
“Oh God!” I ride him until my pussy throbs unbearably, and my nipples harden in pain. Just as my body unleashes, Reese sits up, hooking an arm around my lower back, causing more friction and deeper penetration. I lose my mind, my insides spasming as I moan uncontrollably against his mouth, the two of us sharing messy, sloppy kisses as I come.
Holy fuck.
Reese collapses back onto the couch, pulling me with him.
“I’ve been fucking waiting to feel that for too long.” He rocks his hips beneath me, his cock still hard and ready.
“You’re so fucking warm.” He shoves his tongue back into my mouth and thrusts into my soaking wet pussy as hard as he can while I lay on top of him close to dead. “And you’re not done yet.”
What?
With a quick switch of positions, Reese has me pinned beneath him, eating the shit out of my neck and rubbing his rock hard cock between my slick folds.
“I want you to come again.” He pushes up and situates himself between my thighs, swinging one of my legs over the back of the couch, stretching me as wide as he possibly can. I’m completely open and exposed, my pussy dripping with arousal, enticing him to take more. And take more he does. Reese’s eyes are so ferocious he looks almost deranged.
“Damn, your fucking body, Kayla.” He rakes his gaze over my naked form before he thrusts back into me, keeping a punishing hold on both my thighs as he slides greedily in and out of my entrance. The two of us watching him
fuck me under the dim glow of the forgotten TV.
“Jesus Christ.” He savors me in a frenzied way. As if he wants to take it slow but can’t help to move fast. “I want you to come. I need to feel it again.” It’s not a request or demand; it’s a resolute must. A must I don’t know if I can repeat. I’ve barely rebounded from my last orgasm, and he’s already rushing me into another one.
“Kayla.” He circles his hips.
“Oh fuck.” I arch my back, my body at odds. What it wants and what it’s capable of seems to be at two opposite ends of the spectrum.
“Give me what I goddamn want,” he demands.
“Take it,” I heave out.
“I will. I always do.” He assaults my clit, rubbing, pinching, and pulling the sensitive piece of pink flesh until I’m writhing. He doesn’t just handle it—he holds it fucking hostage.
“Reese!” I crunch up and grab his wrist, begging for relief.
“That’s it, baby. We’re both so fucking close.” He tugs and rolls the reactive little nub until my moans hit an ear-piercing octave. Until I give him exactly what he’s demanding—another earth-shattering orgasm raining down on his hammering cock.
I convulse beneath him, my limbs sprawled out gloriously on the black leather couch.
He never takes his eyes off me.
I’m a show to be watched, to be felt, until his own need torpedoes him. Until his lids close and his body tenses. He pulls out with a grunt, jerking off all over my chest and stomach.
The streams of cum never seem to end as he douses my body. I watch entranced as this beautiful, wild man, who’s bigger than life, flies apart because of me. Because he was just buried deep inside of me.
It’s one of the most empowering feelings I’ve ever experienced.
After the smoke clears, the two of us are left with starry eyes, silence, and Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.
I glance down at my soiled stomach. “I told you I was on the pill.”
“I know.” Reese devours me with the most devilish gaze. “But I couldn’t resist. This body, my cum. They were destined to be.”
I try to suppress a smile but fail miserably.
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