by Rebel Wild
“Take it for a spin? It’s not like I’ve never driven it.”
“Drive it like you haven’t,” he says. “I hope you like it.”
“I’ll love it. Just like I love the flowers. They’re beautiful.”
“Just like you,” he says kissing me. “Now, drive safely.”
“Can you come with me?”
“I would love to. I would love to walk out of here with you on my arm and let everyone in this place know you’re mine. Believe me, it is taking everything in me not to have Sharon announce it in an all-staff email. But there’s a lot that would come with that for you. I’m not oblivious to the gossip mill that exists here. We would definitely be a hot topic and you’d bear the brunt of their speculation.”
“Who cares what they think?”
“You.”
“True. Reed, please don’t talk to July. The last thing I want is for him to be in trouble for trying to make me feel at ease. He’s not being inappropriate in any way. If he was, I know the channels to go through. It was drilled into me the day I started working here. You have a very extensive program on sexual harassment.”
“Fuck the channels, Reagan. You come right to me, understand?”
“Yes. I was only teasing. Of course, I’d tell you.”
“Good girl. Now, I have a lunch meeting I’m required to attend and if all goes well, our yachts will be on the front cover of AFAR magazine.”
“Is that good?”
“Hopefully it will attract people who want to throw all their money away at sea and they’ll choose our boats to help them do it.”
“Kiss for luck,” I say before doing it.
“Text me if you have any concerns with the car and make sure you eat something.”
“Yes, sir.”
I try in vain to push him away when he nuzzles my neck. It tickles like crazy.
Holy shit. He had it detailed. I look at the wax job on my car before I slip inside and turn the ignition. She’s purring. I wave at the guard at the gate before pulling out. She drives like I’m riding on air. I can’t feel a thing. If I ran over a person, I would never know it, the way this thing cruises over every bump. He must have had the tires rotated.
“What in the hell?” I say to myself when the display panel starts to blink red. I pull over and wait for an ambulance to whiz by me.
Wow, it just alerted me to the emergency vehicle approaching. He made it a damn smart car. Only Reed Dixon would be so thoughtful and so OCD about safety. I’m saddened when I think of the reason. I know it has to do with Ryan being killed. How powerless he must have felt not to be able to help him. I feel the urge to hold him in my arms and never let him go. I can’t stand the thought of him feeling that way.
I smile again as Reagan texts me the latest thought in that dirty mind of hers. This started with her thanking me for the upgrades to her car but soon moved on to topics of a more mature nature. She has me wired up by telling me what she wants to do to me and more importantly what she’ll let me do to her. I have half a mind to go to her campus and drag her out to have my way with her.
We end with her chastising me for still working after hours. I don’t tell her that I’m not feeling comfortable in this empty house. She’s only been here for a few days but it just doesn’t feel like home without her. God, what a pathetic sack of shit I’m turning into.
“Mr. Dixon, your mother’s car is pulling up the drive,” Ginger comes in to inform me.
“I’ll be right out. Why don’t you call it a day? I can fend for myself for a few hours.”
“Very well, sir. Have a good evening.”
“Mom, what a nice surprise.”
“I was in the neighborhood and I thought I’d drop in. How’s the new program I designed for you? Any problems with it being compatible with your computers? I’d be happy to offer another training?”
All while she’s talking, she’s looking around so hard that it makes me wonder what she’s looking for.
“It’s excellent. Buzz loves it and it sure makes my work a lot easier.”
“I told you it would.”
It’s not until she cranes her neck to look upstairs that it clicks what she’s searching for. Or more accurately, who she’s searching for.
“She’s not here, Mom,” I tell her, venturing over to the couch, sitting down.
“Whoever do you mean?”
“Reagan. I’m sure my bigmouth brother has burned your ears off talking about her.”
“Well, you know, he did mention a little something about her in passing.” She sits down next to me. “I just had to see for myself.”
“It’s all right. I was expecting you. I’m just surprised Dad isn’t in tow.”
“Oh, I forbade him,” she says and I laugh. “Alex sang her praises and my curiosity got the best of me.”
“He didn’t exaggerate for once. She’s worthy of praise.”
I take out my phone to show her the pictures I took of Reagan as she had her coffee the other morning. They show her personality very well: sweet, shy, with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
“She is adorable,” she says and I know there’s no stopping her now. “When can we meet her? Invite her over to Sunday dinner. You’re coming, aren’t you?”
“I am and I already invited her. She’s thinking about it.”
“Is she nervous about meeting us?’’
“She hasn’t said, but I believe so. On top of the usual nervousness of meeting your boyfriend’s parents for the first time, she has to contend with the communication barrier. It adds to the nerves.”
“I can imagine so, but she mustn’t worry about us. We’ll make her feel warm and welcomed.”
“I don’t doubt it, Mom.”
“I’ll have Dora prepare all your favorites. Does Reagan like tacos?”
I smile at her. God, I love this woman so much.
“Mom, have dinner with me tonight. There are some things I’d like to talk over with you.”
“Are you all right?” She feels my forehead with the back of her hand.
“I’m fine. I just need some… womanly advice.”
Her face lights up like a kid at Christmas.
“Of course.”
I have my last class with Chloe on creative drawing. It’s usually my favorite but right now I’m glad it’s over.
“Meeting the parents is a big deal, Reagan. I would be freaking out right now,” she signs.
We’re back in our dorm room. I’m helping her get ready for her date tonight with Arnold. She says it’s purely platonic. They’re just going to check out a new club, but I hope they hit it off. Arnold is a good guy and he would be perfect for her.
“I’m nervous. What if they don’t like me?”
“Oh, please, parents love you. You’re like the prototype of the perfect girlfriend. Every time I take you home, my parents and their friends go on and on. ‘She’s such a nice girl, that Reagan.’ It’s annoying.”
“That’s different. Your parents and their friends are deaf. But Reed’s parents aren’t. How will I communicate with them? They’re going to want to know things about me. How will I answer? I’m going to be typing paragraphs.”
“You can try talking, you know.”
Chloe lost her hearing at the age of seven. Her mother was born deaf and her father lost his hearing due to a hereditary disorder that’s now affecting his eyesight. They knew it was a fifty-fifty chance they’d pass it down to their offspring so they decided not to have kids. They didn’t mean to get pregnant but Chloe was just as insistent on being born as she is with everything else. I asked her if she was afraid she’d lose her vision. She says she is but she refuses to dwell on it and let it ruin her life. I wish I was as brave as she is.
I shake my head.
“I will not be talking,” I sign.
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bsp; “Okay, fine,” she signs back. “I’m not going to lecture you. Just let Reed help you.”
She twirls around in her country girl cotton blue dress and boots.
“What do you think?”
“Hot.”
I toss and turn in bed for three hours before I give up and get up. I look at the time and it’s just after eleven. I text Chloe to see if she’s okay and she informs me that she’ll be spending the night with Arnold. I jokingly call her a slut before telling her to have a good time with him. I grab my car keys and my coat. No sense in staying awake all by myself. With any luck, I can make it to the beach house before Reed sets the alarm.
When I pull up, I can see that all the lights are out. I hold my breath as I open the door and slip inside. If the alarm is going off I can’t tell anyway so I just go on in. Reed’s in the living room with his back to me sitting at the piano in nothing but his boxer briefs.
“Keep playing,” I say when he notices me coming up beside him.
He continues, watching me as I place my hands flat on the closed lid of the piano to feel the vibration of the music. It’s slow, deeply methodic, but choppy. I think he’s just hitting random keys, but I still close my eyes and let the feel of the music carry me away. I don’t know how long we stay that way, with him playing until the vibrations stop. I open my eyes to look at him.
“You never told me you played,” I say.
“I don’t. I was just… thinking about you.”
I get light-headed when I read those words from his lips. I try not to grin but I can’t help it.
“I thought you’d be asleep by now,” I say.
“I can’t sleep without you.” He shrugs like it’s simply a matter of fact.
Not being able to tell him that I couldn’t shake the urge to hold him in my arms, I just nod my head. I take his hand and lead him to his bedroom. Disrobing myself of my coat, he smirks at me when he sees that I’m still in my Chewbacca pajamas my brother gave me last Christmas. He pulls me into his arms for a kiss.
“As much as I love you in these, I need to feel you naked.”
Reagan lies wrapped in my arms facing me. Her body’s pressed into mine. Her nipples, are rubbing my chest. Her leg’s are draped over my hips and my penis, now flaccid from our lovemaking, is still inside her. Her hands are roaming the length of my back and her nose is nestled into my neck. My head is on top of hers as I plant wet kisses on her bare shoulder.
Still wanting to get off again, she starts to grind into me. My dick becomes semi-hard to accommodate her. I slip my hand between us and begin massaging her clit. It only takes a moment for her to come. The tightness of her walls contract in waves around me and forces me to orgasm. I moan as the little bit of cum I had left dribbles out of my dick.
In heaven, sleep quickly claims me.
Four days later
It’s finally the weekend. The weather report promised temperatures in the upper eighties for the next few days and it didn’t exaggerate because it’s hot as hell. Reagan’s excited. She wants me to teach her how to surf. She’s been looking forward to it all week.
I’m laid out across the couch, trying not to scare the seagull that’s on the deck. He must see his reflection in the patio door because he’s pecking at the glass. He finally scares himself and flies away.
The speedboat I have docked is bobbing up and down. Even with the patio closed, I can hear the waves hitting the rocks of the retaining wall. Any other time, I’d be out there riding them but they’re too strong to surf with Reagan.
We’ve been inseparable since the night she found me pecking the keys at the piano, unable to sleep because I missed her. Turns out she was missing me just as much. I love having her here. Who knew?
I go upstairs to check on her.
“You ready to go, baby?” I call to her when I open the door.
She’s been hold up in here for over an hour getting ready. Why she can’t just throw on a bathing suit and some shorts is beyond my comprehension. I made sure I packed enough stuff that will keep us entertained and a strong enough sunscreen to keep Reagan from burning up being out in the sun all day.
I shake my head at myself for calling to her the way I just did. It’s so easy to forget she can’t hear me, especially with her talking to me.
Signing with Sampson has taught me a lot. Hopefully, I can convince Reagan to come to my parent’s place for dinner tomorrow. Mom will be crushed if I show up without her. She already cares for Reagan simply because I do. Her heart is so open. I see a lot of that in Reagan. I think that’s part of what drew me to her.
I open the bathroom door to ask the question again.
“Almost,” she answers.
The sight of her naked is turning me the fuck on. Unable to help myself, I yank her out of the bathroom and toss her on the bed. I play with her, circling her clit with my thumb making it wet and hard. Her eyes become hooded as she watches me and soft moans escape her.
“Oh God,” she moans, coming in my hands.
I fucking love making her come.
“How’s the water, baby,” I ask as we soak in the tub. Instead of soap, I added a bit of lanolin to soothe her skin.
“Perfect,” she sighs.
I slide her back into me and she hits my dick that’s now poking her in the back.
“Um, someone is… uh… saying hello,” she laughs.
Damn right he is. He wants all her attention.
“If I asked you to do something, would you do it?” she asks. The Dom in me is already marching around holding a “pussy whipped” picket sign because he knows I’m going to say yes. Like I could fucking ever deny her. Flipping him off, I nod my head on her cheek. “Sit on the edge of the tub.”
I frown at the strange request but I lift myself up to do as she asked. With tentative hands, she takes my dick and begins to stroke me. Fuck, that feels good. I inwardly smirk when the Dom in me stops dead in his tracks and stares. I give him the finger again.
“Shit,” I say surprised when she takes the tip of me in her mouth. My hips jump up all on their own to meet her. She takes her sweet ass time sucking and licking me, getting me all worked up and ready to explode. All rational thought goes out of my mind when she pops me out and starts sucking on my balls. “Ssssss,” I hiss when she takes me back in deeper this time until I feel the back of her throat. Her muscles work to swallow me down and… “Fuck, I’m going to come.” I try to warn her but she’s not looking at me.
I try to pull out but, shit, she holds onto me. Unable to take it any longer, I grab hold of her head and hold her still as I shoot cum all in her mouth. I’m expecting her to spit it out. I moan when I feel her swallow it down. My hips move up and down as she sucks every drop out of me.
Fucking hell, that was not at all what I was expecting from her request. I came so hard. I can barely feel my damn legs right now. She looks up at me in question.
“Shit, baby, that was good,” I tell her the God’s honest truth. She grins, full of herself. “Have you ever done this before?” I ask when it dawns on me just how good she is. She shakes her head.
“I saw it on PornoTube,” she confesses and I have to laugh.
Thank God they have a Tube to teach you everything you need to know.
I leave Reagan to get ready while I take our things to the car.
“Jesus Christ,” I say to her when I head back to the bedroom.
She’s dressed in a hot pink barely-there bikini.
“I picked it up a few days ago,” she says. “Do you like it?”
“Like it, damn, baby. I love it. You look…. fuck… you look amazing.”
My dick is once again on alert and I realize there is no way in hell she’s going on the beach for every other dick to ogle and get hard over. I move on to plan B.
“I have an idea,” I tell her as I text Pete, my dockmas
ter to get a yacht ready for us to take out today.
Chapter Sixteen
My man has the best surprises. Not only does he design the best yachts, but he knows how to sail them, which is damn hot.
“I’m also a real lifeguard. I didn’t just play one on TV and I won a few surfing contests.” He couldn’t help but boast after I told him how much all the stuff he knows how to do turns me on.
“Is that all?” I pretend to be unimpressed.
“That and I climbed Mount Everest last year. I also have a triathlon coming up.”
“There is nothing you can’t do?”
“There’s a lot of things I can’t do, baby.”
I shake my head.
“It’s probably not worth doing anyway,” I say, making him laugh.
We’ve been out on the water for the past hour. It’s so much better than hanging out on the beach and he still plans to teach me how to surf when the waves die down. I love that it’s just the two of us and the open sea. He could call this thing an upscale condominium and be justified in doing so. It has everything, including a state-of-the-art kitchen that I just couldn’t wait to try out. I made us hamburgers for lunch and I’ve been indulging in some very strong cocktails that I mixed up. Reed is up at the wheel while I’m laying out on the deck sunbathing and feeling rather relaxed. The water is the kind of clear blue that seems to go on forever. There is a calmness around us that makes it feel like we’re not moving at all.
I must have dozed off because I wake to Reed rubbing sunscreen on me. I wiggle my butt when I notice him taking extra time rubbing it. He smacks it before moving up to my back.
“Are you sure about that?” I say to him when he unties my bikini top. I had mentioned I always wanted to go without one before he went up to sail the boat. I look behind me so I can read his lips. He leans forward, giving me a better view.
“I moved us far enough away from prying eyes,” he says. Sitting up, I see that we’re miles away from everyone else so I take off my top before lying back down. This time turning over so that my boobs get some sun. I eye Reed as he slathers sunscreen on them. “I can’t have these babies burnt,” he shrugs unapologetically.
