“Wait, you really thought that letting out a flock of ostriches down Main Street for a feathered parade was a good idea?”
“When you mention it now, it was a really stupid idea. But I can say that lots and lots of alcohol led to that stupid decision.”
“You guys are fucking crazy!”
“Just wait; we are only on the first leg of the tour. You have yet to see crazy until you hit the last two weeks and everyone just wants to go home. Pretty sure it’s straight insanity at that point.” Reid grabbed the empty beer bottles from the bar and tossed them into the trash.
Getting off the uncomfortable bar stool, I stretched my buzzed body and headed for the couches. “So why in the world did you claim you had something for me to do? Was it a trap to lure me to your place and make me your sex slave?”
Reid scrunched his face and followed me over to the large sectional, flopping himself just inches away from my body. “I didn’t really give it a thought, Molly Anne. I just wanted you here with me tonight.”
“Cause I wouldn’t mind being a sex slave,” I taunted, slapping his thigh and wiggling my eyebrows. Sex with this man was fantastic, and I totally wouldn’t mind doing it again. A girl has needs too, and this man fulfilled all of them.
“Classy, Molly Anne, real classy.” Reid laughed, rolling his eyes.
“Oh please, I am the poster child for class. Sure, I may not look like it, but I was born southern royalty,” I scoffed, crossing my arms tightly across my chest.
“Yep, and I was a virgin until eighteen.”
“I didn’t know you ever held that title, Mr. Rock Star?” A sly grin spread across my face as I fought to hold back the laughter. I doubted that man held on to his v-card for very long anyway.
“Please, elaborate on your royal linage, Miss. Molly Anne,” Reid mocked, pretending to bow next to me on the couch.
“My parents were well known in their town. We were……………….um………………country club brats? I spent my younger years fighting my parents from becoming a smaller version of my mother. Money was everything, and with money came social standings, and with social standings came power.” It wasn’t like I was trying to hide my past. I didn’t grow up in a broken home, we weren’t poor, and there was no real hidden secret that would shame my family if it got out.
“For some reason, I just can’t envision you in that lifestyle,” Reid questioned.
“Well, I really didn’t fit in. I played the role when I needed to when I was younger, but it wasn’t like I was the girl that went out on dates every weekend or anything like that,” I muttered. I was a social outcast in that environment, but I was totally okay with it. Took me a long time, but I did make the best of the situation I was given.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Huh?” I responded, confused at his statement.
“Molly Anne, you are stunning. I can’t believe that you didn’t date,” Reid stated, bumping his shoulder into mine.
“No, really, I didn’t date. My sister was the one everyone wanted to be with. She was the perfect socialite and daughter. Me on the other hand, well my black clothes and dyed hair never really fit the image my parents tried to portray.”
“What color is your hair, Molly Anne?”
I don’t know why that question made me nervous, but for a split second I felt like running; leaving this conversation and breaking out into the night sky, desperate to put a wall back up between us.
“Well, it’s like a dirty blonde, or something like that,” I mumbled. I felt naked right now in front of this man; like my outer shield of confidence was stripped away and there I was, alone.
“Why in the world are you cowering?” Reid turned his body to face me, forcing my eyes to meet his gaze.
“Reid, you make me nervous,” I replied, breaking contact and staring down at the couch. Suddenly his warm hand was gripping the bottom of my chin, forcing my head upright.
“Molly Anne, there is absolutely no reason for you to be ashamed of who you are or who you were. Everyone has things that they don’t like about who they are or their past, but it is no reason to let it affect the way you live now.”
I’ve always been a gutsy kind of girl. One that if told I couldn’t do it, I would try my damnedest until I would prove you wrong. So given that moment and the feelings that loomed in the air, I didn’t really think twice before wrapping my arms around his neck and crashing my lips into his. Call me crazy, or call me brilliant, either way I was going to go for something that I wanted. And right now, I wanted Reid.
It didn’t take long until we were both naked and laying on the floor. This wasn’t a ‘let’s make love’ kind of moment, more of an ‘I need you right now’ kind of thing. There were no words exchanged as we ripped the clothing from our bodies, pulling at any article of clothing that got in the way of our touch. I wanted to feel this man completely with nothing between us, enjoying the simplicity of a quick fuck of pleasure.
Reid’s lips never left mine as we worked our bodies together, letting our hands roam over each other’s warm skin. Feeling the contours of his muscles, digging my fingers deep into his taunt skin, letting the heat from our skin burn one another as we continued to let our tongues explore one another.
“I want you, Molly Anne,” he muttered, biting my bottom lip, causing my insides to convulse and shudder.
“Take me,” I gushed, letting him spread my legs further apart with his knee.
I knew the feeling that would be coming. I had been desperate for his thickness since the last time. I wanted to be able to take every inch of this man, letting him fill me completely. Closing my eyes I quickly pressed my lips back to his, relaxing my hips and sliding my legs further apart, making room for this man to enter me.
Without warning, Reid rammed himself into me, causing instant satisfaction to spread throughout my body. A gasp escaped from my lips, letting him slip further into me, filling up every inch I had given him.
“Molly,, you feel so fucking amazing,” Reid slurred, pushing himself into me faster.
It was always easy to get myself off, but during sex it took a little longer for that feeling to build. Sure, there was nothing like the actual thing forcing itself between your folds over and over again, instead of something with a switch and batteries. But this man had my insides turning, knowing exactly how to work his cock, sending my body into a tizzy.
My body began to quiver in anticipation. Knowing that my release was only a few moments, away my insides began to throb, contracting each time his cock entered me.
“Molly……………..” Reid moaned, thrusting himself into me hard, one last time. An explosion of pure bliss slammed my body at full speed; ripping my insides into small wonderful pieces of satisfaction. My body shook as I desperately tried to cling to the feeling, not wanting the sensation to leave my body just yet.
“Oh, Molly Anne, what am I going to do with you?” Reid whispered in my ear, letting the heat of his breath linger on my skin.
“You called me Molly,” I answered in shock. I was always Molly Anne to him; apparently this time, it was different.
It felt like I had been sitting in the saddle for too long. I was rocking some wonderful bowlegs as I scampered for the bathroom, thinking my vagina was just going to detach from my damn body and go on strike. How that man could get it up that many times was a fricken Christmas miracle, considering I was done after the fifth round. Reid was relentless in his pursuit of satisfaction last night; caused me to scream out profanities on several occasions. What I wanted now was a long hot bath, something to let my muscles relax and stop yelling at me for the Olympic time trials I put them through last night.
The morning light was absolutely breathtaking coming through the large windows of Reid’s room. This place was gorgeous at night, but even more so when the sunlight came bursting through the windows. Reid’s room was everything that I imagined it to be, after seeing some of the home last night. A massive modern four-post bed sat on the east in
terior wall, thus making watching the sun rise over the lake almost a fantasy. His room was sparse, besides the gigantic bed, just a long single dresser sat on the other interior wall and a comfy looking chair and end table on the far glass window. He must have hired a decorator, because no man should have been able to put that shade of grey, blue, and black together unless he had a flair for decorating. I had instantly fallen into a deep slumber when Reid carried my worn out body to his bed, sometime early in the morning. It was like sleeping on a cloud; I didn’t want to wake up. Unfortunately, my very little bladder had sounded the alarm earlier, thus making my exit from the world’s most comfortable bed a sad departure.
My mouth dropped when I stepped into the bathroom. Heat radiated through the tiled floor and once again the modern deco vibe had taken form in this room. I just about turned to ooze when I noticed his tub. It was seriously the size of a small pool, sitting flush on the tile floor line.
“You like?” Reid’s grumbly voice filled the room.
I turned around quickly, startled from the sound. Reid stood leaning on the doorframe, in just a pair of black sweatpants. His hair looked like sex and a definite lack of shaving the last couple days was very obvious this morning. If I wasn’t so sore, I would have begged for him to do me over the counter right there.
“This is stunning, Reid,” I said softly, running my hand over the granite counter top of the double sinks.
“This was the only room I had redone when I bought the house. I wanted an oasis in a sense, somewhere private to relax and hide away from the world.”
My eyes flicked back to the tub; what I wouldn’t do to crawl into that thing right now.
“How about you clean up? I’ll go grab your luggage from the garage then maybe after we can go get some breakfast,” Reid offered, letting a sly smile spread across his lips.
“Well, if you insist. I guess I could freshen up.” I laughed, immediately leaning over and turning the knob on the gigantic bath. “Just warning you, I might not ever leave that tub once I get in.”
“A naked Molly Anne living in my bathtub. I might be okay with that,” Reid teased, pushing himself off the door jam.
I started to pull off my tank top, when Reid’s hands grabbed my ass.
“Couldn’t resist a quick feel,” he laughed, and then rushed out of the bathroom. I laughed at his playfulness, and then started stripping the little amount of clothing I was wearing off.
My mouth watered as I watched the water gush out of the waterfall spout. Not only was it big enough to basically swim in, but it had its own private waterfall. Yep, I was pretty sure I was moving in.
Chapter 17 It’s called a date; you know where you ask the girl out and bring her flowers? Novel concept I know………….
Reid knocked on the doorframe and dropped my suitcase at the door. All I could do was smile at him from the chin high water; I refused to get out anytime soon.
“Want to go grab some breakfast after you get out?” Reid asked, biting his lower lip, as he glanced down into the water.
I really just wanted to spend the rest of my morning in this tub, but I knew I had to eat sometime. My frame was already small, and skipping meals didn’t help me maintain a decent looking weight.
“I guess,” I muttered, taking a deep breath and slowly sinking into the bath pool. The warm water rushed over my head and the silence underwater was soothing. If life was only this peaceful all the time, I would have it made. Breaking the surface and pushing my wet hair back away from my face, I quickly glanced at the door for Reid. His sweats sat in a heap on the floor, but no naked body was anywhere near them.
Quickly spinning around in the water, I just caught a glimpse of the most perfect ass stepping into the glass shower. Steam quickly filled the stall, hiding a peek at his full package. There was something completely sexy about watching that man shower. I could only make out a simple outline of his extremities, but it still sent an aching throbbing sensation through my body. Without realizing what I was doing, my hand traveled further down my body, stopping at the folds of my girly bits. It would be so easy to just crawl out of this bath and into his shower; helping him wash the parts that were hard to reach. Letting the soap glide down his hard length, feeling the width between my hands as I scrubbed all over his body.
It was a quick sensation that came over my body. My hands knew exactly what to do to get the job done, and without even thinking I let my body slide into a frenzy of passion. Moaning as the orgasm ripped through my body, I closed my eyes and savored the few remaining moments of lust I had just given myself.
When my body finally conceded, I realized lurking in the tub and watching him like a weirdo would look a little creepy. Slowly, I drug myself out of the amazing tub and reached for a towel Reid had laid out for me earlier. Showering back at my apartment was going to suck, not to mention the tour bus now that I had experienced this.
Reid’s shower turned off just as I was running my fingers through my curly mane.
“Feel better?” Reid asked, letting the remaining water droplets run down his sculpted chest.
I might have been drooling, since no words were coming from my mouth. Magically, I was able to nod my stupid head as Reid chuckled at me, quickly wrapping the towel around his waist and shaking out his hair. He wandered past my frozen body and started doing something at the sink. Finally, I was able to break away from my mini-coma, and rattled my head. Lord knows that my mind apparently did not work around this man.
Digging through my bag to try and find something clean, I silently began to swear at myself for just tossing all my laundry in together. Who would have guessed that I would have spent the night at Reid’s place, and needed something to wear today, that didn’t reek or look like a complete wrinkled mess? Finally, I pulled out a pair of black leggings and a long purple sweater that barely grazed my ass. Not the first thing I would have picked out, but at least it was somewhat clean and presentable.
Sliding the leggings on under my towel I was all of a sudden bashful about dropping my towel to slip the sweater over my head. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen my boobies before. Shit, his hands and mouth were all over these suckers just a few hours earlier. It’s just that this was a casual fuck, not one that you planned on meeting the parents’ type of deal the next morning. Turning around, I let the towel fall to the ground and quickly tossed on the sweater.
I spun back around and caught Reid smiling in the mirror with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. Rolling my eyes, I continued to dig in my bag for my bathroom supplies. Somewhere in this mess had to be my straightener, considering I wasn’t leaving this house with Reid without it.
Reid was finished in the bathroom before I could dig out the rest of my supplies, and headed for his closet. Stepping up to the mirror I scrutinized my face silently. How in the world had I managed to be that lucky in sleeping with a man like Reid? Squirting some toothpaste on my brush, I jammed it in my mouth and started to swirl it around. Holy Shit! Where was Simon?
Spitting the remnants out into the sink, I stumbled into Reid’s room, desperate to know where my precious guitar was.
“Reid!” I screeched frantically. I had never been so careless with him in my entire life. One night of marathon booty calls and I completely forgot about the one man who had always been there for me.
Reid came scrambling out of his huge closet with only his jeans on.
“What?” He asked hastily, glancing around the room in a panic.
“Simon; where in the world is Simon?” My body started to shake as my breathing became shallow. I was headed into a full blown panic attack that was barreling down faster than the New York subway.
“Simon?”
“My guitar,” my voice cracked. I really should be embarrassed about my behavior right now, but I didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t know where the love of my life was, and that scared the shit out of me.
“Molly Anne, breathe,” Reid soothed, quickly moving to my side and grabbing either side of my
face. “Your guitar is downstairs by the front door. Remember, Tiny left all your luggage here last night, including your guitar.”
I tried to control my breathing, but my body was already in panic mode. Dropping to my knees, I crumpled into a ball on the bedroom floor. I was desperate to gain control once again; all I needed to do was slow my breathing. Deep breaths, Molly, deep fucking breaths.
The first time I ever experienced a panic attack was when I was seven. My mother had been out shopping, and of course, I got dragged along. She always barked to stay close, but in my infinite wisdom of being seven, I didn’t listen. I remember her walking into the back area where the tailor was, and telling her I was going to go look at the coats, then not being able to find her again. My world crumbled with the thought of being lost. The sales people tried to calm my erratic tendencies at that point, but I was already too far gone. I remember shaking and sobbing until my mother finally emerged from somewhere in the building, telling me to get my act together and this was not the way I should have been acting in public. There was never an “are you okay?” from my mother, just a look of disgust for my mental break. Pretty sure that was the starting point for my unfortunate panic disorder that I continued to battle even today.
Reid’s arms were wrapped tightly around me as I shook quietly on the floor. This wasn’t a side of me that people got to see very often. Sure, I was an open book for the most part, but my flaws were something I didn’t want to parade barefoot and naked on the front porch. I hadn’t had a panic attack since I left Georgia, so in a weird sense of way, I guess I was due for something to go wrong.
“It’s okay, Molly Anne, I’ve got you,” Reid kept repeating over and over in my ear.
I fought to control my emotions as he held me tightly. For once, I didn’t have to battle this problem alone. Sure, he may think I’m bat-shit crazy once it was over, but so did the rest of my family anyway.
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