“I have something, but first, I want to feel you,” he growled, and his words caused a moment of panic, but then he was filling me until all I could think about was him.
His first thrust was firm, seamless, and painful. As much as I wanted to deny the pain and only focus on the pleasure that still burned, I couldn’t help but cry out.
Reed froze, stilling inside me, and I knew he knew. I was hoping he wouldn’t notice, but with the way he was looking at me now, that hope died. Confusion pulled at his brow, and his eyes widened as if he was just seeing me for the first time.
“Meela?” His voice was rough and raspy. “Fuck,” he whispered.
What was I supposed to say to him that he didn’t already know now? I was a twenty-five-year-old virgin. He pulled back some and waited for me to say something.
I couldn’t look at him. The way he was looking down at me heated my cheeks, but this time in embarrassment. In my alcoholic haze, I hadn’t even considered the fact he might figure out my big, embarrassing secret.
Turning my head to the side, I felt a single tear slide down my cheek, landing in my sweat-soaked hair.
“Look at me,” he demanded, but I couldn’t force myself to do it. Grabbing my chin, he brought my face around. “Look at me.”
I took a deep breath, causing him to move inside me. His breath hissed between his teeth. This time, there was less pain and more pleasure.
“Christ, don’t move, Meela. You’re so fucking tight.”
He tried to stay as still as he could, but something was happening to me, and I couldn’t control the roll of my hips. He moved deeper inside me, and this time, there was no pain at all. I moaned, arching my back, and again, I moved my hips.
“Meela, dammit,” he growled between clenched teeth. His hands were balled into fists on either side of my head as he lifted above me, and he was breathing in hard pants. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore, Reed. Please …” I begged.
And then he didn’t hold back anymore. He groaned and buried his face into my neck as he moved his hips slowly, thrusting in and out of me.
Pleasure rippled up my spine, causing me to gasp and dig my nails into his slick back.
“Yes. Don’t stop,” I said, working my hips to meet him halfway.
The deeper and faster he moved, the better it felt. Tiny twinges of excitement moved inside me, grabbing and pulling at the orgasm begging to be released.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he mumbled over and over again as he plunged into my body.
Deeper and deeper.
Harder and harder.
And then I exploded like the firecracker he claimed I was. My body pulsated around him as I screamed out my release and dug my nails into his skin.
“Fuck, Meela, you’re amazing.”
His motions picked up speed, and his movements became erratic as he moved in me and against me as if he couldn’t get deep enough. His breaths came out in hot pants; growls and moans attached to the end of each breath.
Throwing back his head, his teeth clenched together, and he plunged into me one final time, spilling himself. His tense shoulders relaxed before he backed away, letting my feet touch the floor.
Backing away from me, I was able to see him in all his naked glory for the first time since I’d gotten to his place. He was beautiful—hard and soft. Lines and dips on his stomach begged for my fingers to follow their paths. It was too much, and I had to look away.
My hair was sticking to my face, so I pushed it away as I bent over to pick up my clothes.
“What are you doing?” he asked, reaching out and stopping me from grabbing my panties.
“I’m getting dressed,” I said.
I’d never dealt with a one-night stand before. I’d never been the person to do something so careless. I didn’t know what the protocol was, but something told me I needed to flee as quickly as possible and forget I’d ever stepped foot in this home.
“You’re leaving?” he said, confusion thick in his voice.
I didn’t know how to act with this Reed. I was so used to cocky lawyer beast Reed. It was unsettling.
“I need to get home.”
“It’s two in the morning, Meela.”
“Which is why I should be going now.”
I moved to reach for my panties again, but this time, he grabbed my wrist and tugged until I was pressed up against his chest.
“I’m going about this all wrong.” He pushed us up against the wall, igniting my anger and desire all over again. His naked flesh pressed against mine, slick and hard. “That’s not going to happen for two reasons, sweetheart,” he drawled. “One,” he started, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. “You don’t really want to.” His lips were moving, his hands cupping my breasts. He flicked my nipple with his tongue before blowing on it.
“And the second reason?” I asked when he didn’t say thing else.
He lifted his head, and his eyes pinned me to the wall. “I’m not even close to being finished with you yet, Meela.”
Elven
Reed
A virgin.
Meela was a fucking virgin.
I took a deep breath and corrected myself. She had been a virgin. The realization of what she’d given me made my stomach knot uncomfortably. I couldn’t help but wonder what tonight meant to her.
In my wildest dreams, I never would have guessed Meela Davis had gone untouched until now. She was so damn sexy, and she didn’t even have to try. I guess that should have been my first clue. She was unaware of the attention she created just by breathing. And she had definitely caught mine. From the first time she started mumbling to herself in that damn elevator.
Even while she slept, she turned me on.
Lying on my side, arm bent with my head resting on my hand, I watched her sleep. Her back to me, naked and exposed for my greedy eyes, and they were fucking greedy. The sheet covered most of her ass, which was a damn shame, but it hung low enough that I could see the small mole at the end of her spine. I made a mental note to explore it later.
I reach out, dragging my finger down the center of her spine, enjoying the way her back arched in her sleep. I moved past the mole, dragging the sheet down so I could admire the perfect roundness of her ass. I moved the back of my fingers over the smooth skin, and she stirred again.
So did my cock.
After spending two hours bringing her to the edge multiple times, I still wanted more.. Her body was made for sex, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
The way she moved.
The way she screamed in pleasure.
The complete abandon in which she begged me to be inside her. Most women were never that free sexually, thinking it was wrong to want and beg a man.
Not Meela. She was unlike any other woman I’d ever been with.
She had no idea how to act in the bedroom; therefore, she only responded honestly. Digging her sharp nails into my back as she begged me to give her body what it wanted.
No.
What it needed.
I had watched in awe as she broke apart with my body inside hers. The way the pleasure turned her expression into shock and awe before melting away to shivers as her body shook with the remaining seconds of her release.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. I’d been with many women, but none of them had ever rocked me the way she had. None of them had ever felt so fucking amazing.
So when she begged for more, I gave it to her, bringing her body to the brink over and over again until tiny tears of pleasure rolled down the side of her face.
She had blown my mind.
I tried not to focus on the fact that I hadn’t used a condom the first time, I’d only meant to feel Meela, but when I’d found out she was virgin, I couldn’t have pulled out even if I wanted too. It was a huge slip on my part, but despite Meela being a virgin, I was sure she had to be on something. I would find out tomorrow.
I had told Meela one night, but there was no fucking way I could let this end with one night. Meela hating me and our little game of war was no longer an option. After our night together, I wasn’t sure I could let her go. She had branded herself on me so completely, giving me a sexual experience that had almost felt like my first time, as well.
When I closed my eyes, the moon bathing our bodies in white light, I did so with Meela snuggled into my side. I had never fallen asleep with a woman, but it was different with her.
And there was no going back.
L U S T
Hangovers of any kind were brutal.
But hangovers after an entire bottle of alcohol, a drunken night of sex, and waking up with an empty bed and raging hard-on were a bitch, and I had the mother of them this morning.
I woke with the sun blazing in my eyes. My sheets were warm against my body, and after the night I had with Meela, I still felt drunk on her.
I rolled over onto my side, ready to feel her against me again. With closed eyes, I reached out for her, but my fingers met the pillow.
I sat up quickly and looked over to where Meela had slept the night before, only to find it empty.
“Meela?” I called out, my voice cracking with sleep.
Maybe she had gotten up to use the bathroom.
There was no response. The master bathroom door was closed, and it sounded quiet in there, but that didn’t stop me from crawling from my bed and checking.
After a quick search through my place, I had to finally admit that Meela was gone. Anger struck me deep and hard, and I slammed my palm into my front door, the sound echoing through my place.
Breathing hard, I took a minute before I pushed away and moved into the living room. I stood in the middle of my living room, feeling almost murderous. I took a deep breath, hoping to calm the rage I felt, and ran a hand down my face. I could still smell her on me—her scent lingered everywhere, and it did nothing to help tame my anger.
Throwing on some clothes, I made my way to the kitchen, my footsteps sounding like a herd of wild horses. Throwing open the refrigerator, the door snapped, almost coming off the hinges. I snatched a bottle from the shelf, and the other bottles rattled. Popping off the top, I threw my head back. The beer flowed down my throat and into my stomach, making me instantly feel nauseous.
I sat on the couch, my beer dangling from my fingertips, and something caught my eye. The black lace peeked up at me from beneath my couch, and I reached down and swiped it up.
Meela’s panties.
She couldn’t deny what happened between us. Especially now that I had proof.
After downing half of the beer, I felt my stomach finally begin to settle and my headache waned. I went back to my kitchen and almost demolished my cabinets and drawers as I tore through the room in search of coffee.
Strong fucking coffee.
Today, it wouldn’t be a cure-all, but I was hoping it would be damn close. Each time wood slammed against wood, it was like a nail in the head, and it only fueled my bad mood. I knew there was a better way to take out my anger rather than on my household.
It didn’t take me long to realize I wasn’t going to find any fucking coffee here. I knew it wasn’t going to make me feel better anyway. Only one thing would make this right, and she was MIA at the moment.
Walking toward my discarded pants, I picked them up, searching the pockets for my cell phone, and then dialed Meela’s number. Holding the phone to my ear, I waited for her to pick up, but it went to voicemail. I hung up, feeling like I could crush my phone into pieces.
If I had to call her a hundred times, she was going to talk to me. Right now, I really needed to fucking hit something. I left my apartment thirty minutes, and five more calls to Meela, later.
I felt like the universe was against me in every way possible today as I sat in traffic. Normally, my drive to the gym, which I tried to hit three times a week, didn’t take me more than fifteen minutes. However, everyone and their dogs were out today, and I wasn’t in the fucking mood for this.
Thirty minutes and a lot of swear words later, I finally got to the gym, but it took no time at all for me to release my frustration.
I normally hit the gym earlier than this, but my morning did not go as planned, and I found myself surrounded by sweaty, endorphin-fueled people. I was in no mood for unwanted conversations, so I bypassed the weights and headed to the back. I caught my first break when I realized the back room was completely empty.
Throwing down my gym bag, I wasted no time. I was ready to hit shit until I couldn’t feel my arms. I wrapped my fists because the way I was feeling, I had no plans on taking it easy on the bag, and the last thing I needed was to show up in court with bloody knuckles.
That first hit was a shot of pure adrenaline and exactly what I needed. Ten minutes in and sweat began pouring down my face, back, and stomach. With each pound of my fists against the bag, I waited for that rush of relief that came with a good release.
Unfortunately, it never came, and I was left feeling even more frustrated now than when I woke up this morning.
I grabbed the bag with both hands and rested my forehead against it. My chest rose and fell harshly as I struggled for breath.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
It was a one-night stand. I’d had plenty of one-night stands before to know how the hell they worked, so why was I getting so worked up over the fact that Meela had followed the unspoken rules?
Deep down, I knew that wasn’t what had me on edge.
While I wasn’t too fucking keen on the fact that Meela had ducked and run out on me this morning, I knew that wasn’t what was bothering me. There was no ignoring the reality of the situation, and if Meela thought she was going to pretend last night didn’t happen because she left before I had time to talk to her about it, she was dead wrong.
Last night, I hadn’t been surprised to see Meela out. She was every bit the firecracker I’d claimed she was the first time I’d met her. I knew once I threw down my challenge, she would meet the dare with every ounce of fire she held just beneath her carefully controlled surface.
Flashes of last night played in my head, spiking my heart rate and throwing the pound of my pulse into overdrive. Everything about Meela and the sex had been mind-blowing. Every detail, down to the most important one, had completely knocked me off my feet.
She was the game changer, and she had no fucking clue.
I clenched my fist tightly, driving it straight into the bag. I knew that was completely and solely my fault. I had screwed up royally the second I stole that win from Meela, leaving her with a vendetta that would go down in history.
I already knew that she thought, in her head, that last night was a onetime deal, but if she thought things would go back to the way they were before I had tasted her sweet, sweet pussy, she was dead wrong. I was far from done with her now. I had a taste, and it was not nearly enough to satisfy my newfound hunger for her.
I straightened, and for the first time since I woke up, I smiled. Meela Davis underestimated my determination.
I made hating me this past year easy for her, but I was done with our little game.
My phone went off, and I nearly dropped it trying to fumble with the damn thing. I swiped the screen, pulling up the text I got. Reading the text, I felt like I swallowed a brick. It weighed in my stomach like a hundred pounds of bad choices.
Nicole: Meet me at the coffee shop on the corner of Mill and Trinity. We need to discuss Jason.
I didn’t have time for the ghost of nightmare past and all the drama and baggage that came with her coming back into in my life after all this time.
If I thought a simple text message would send Nicole on her merry little way and get her the hell out of my world, I’d do it in a heartbeat, but I knew her better than that.
Meeting her was the last thing I wanted to do, but it was a means to an end, and the final loose end to my past.
Twelve
Reed
I
was so fucking late.
Not that I cared since I didn’t exactly want to spend my Saturday dealing with this bullshit, but here I was. I pulled my car into an empty parking spot across the street from the coffee shop and killed my car. Sitting here, I watched the flux of this city’s rich and overprivileged as they enjoyed their eight-dollar smoothies and designer boutiques.
Charleston was known for its glitz and glam, and this part of town was no different. Old money and Southern royalty built this neighborhood. Not that I was turning my nose up at them as I came from both. As of yet, I hadn’t needed to touch the generous fortune left to me, and I worked my ass off to keep it that way.
My gaze shifted toward the coffee shop, the floor-to-ceiling windows made it easy for me to scope out the inside. It wasn’t packed, and I was able to spot Nicole easily. Just seeing her and knowing I was about to sit across from her made my stomach turn.
To say Nicole Thomas and I hadn’t ended our four-year relationship on good terms would be the understatement of the fucking century. Our breakup had it all—screaming, an excessive number of fucks, and lots and lots of alcohol.
After a week-long binge of nonstop sex with all the co-eds on sorority row, I was reborn. Quitting relationships altogether, I stuck to what was a hell of a lot more fun. By the end of my college experience, I was officially done with romance and all that entailed. One-night stands became my second profession until now.
Meela was the first woman I wanted a repeat of more than I wanted anything else. She went straight to my head faster and stronger than any whiskey I’d ever had, and I was addicted to her taste.
Pulling out my phone, I went to my recent calls and tapped her name, bringing the phone to my ear. It rang and rang until it finally went to her voicemail.
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