by Rye Hart
Reed whistled low and looked at me with a newfound respect.
I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself for finally putting my dream out there.
The two love birds finally woke and came inside, and since Rick knew his way around, they disappeared up the stairs, hand in hand leaving Kayla’s suitcases. I glanced over at my stack of luggage and decided I’d need to know where to take it. It was getting late and I was getting tired.
“Could you show me to my room?” I took my largest bag by the handle and Reed walked over to the bar.
“What’s the rush? Wouldn’t you care for a drink first? I’ll pour.” He poured two shots of whatever he was drinking and carried one over and offered it to me.
“I don’t drink.” I placed my hand on the neckline of my blouse as he shrugged and turned them both up, one right after the other.
“I’d like to go upstairs and shower and change my clothes, please.”
“Fine, I’ll show you to your room.” He walked over and lifted the larger bags as if they weighed nothing and I took two of the smaller ones.We headed up the long, curved staircase to the upper floor. He led me down the hall, and we made a turn down past a row of doors to the one on the end. “Here, just put them wherever. My bathroom is through that door and—”
I froze in place. “This is your room?”
“Yes, where you’ll be staying, with me, per our agreement.” Reed’s face was impassive as always, leaving me wondering what he was thinking.
“You at your house, not in your room.”
Reed stepped closer and took my hand, and it was as if an electric current went through me. He wasn’t gentle, but the sensation hit me right in my core with a burning ache of desire. “Well I guess you should have asked for clarification before you agreed.”
“I’m not staying in here. There are fifty other rooms in this place, and I’ll take any of them, thank you.” I figured if I were firm then he wouldn’t insist, but I was wrong.
“So then, you’re okay with me calling my lawyer first thing in the morning and filing that report?”
My mouth popped open as he stroked my wrist with his thumb, still holding tight to my hand. “You won’t do it; you’re just teasing me. Trying to use it as an excuse to seduce me.”
“I don’t need to seduce you. You’ll do what’s right to help your friend. Besides, I can tell you want me.” He met my eyes, and for the firsts time while staring intently at me, he smiled. “Your ego is laughable.” I started to turn, but he pulled me close to him, his lips brushing mine just before he took them without permission. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to kiss me, but I was terrified of what might happen next. I could very easily give in to him. He awakened things inside me that Gavin had long since lulled to sleep
Still, I pushed against his chest and broke the kiss. “I’ve just called off an engagement, so I’m not interested in hooking up.” There was no way that I was telling him that the ache between my legs disagreed with me wholeheartedly.
“Suit yourself.” He dropped my hand and suddenly all the warmth I’d felt from him for those short moments was gone. The emotionless mask was back in place, and his demeanor was chilly. He picked my bags up from the floor and carried them to the door and out into the hall where he stopped in front of the door across from his room.
He saw my hesitation and spoke.
“You prefer that one?” He pointed to another door across the hall, and I shrugged.
“Why not?” I stepped over to it and turned the knob, stepping inside before I even turned on the light.
Rick was on his knees between Kayla’s legs, and he was lapping at her nice and slow as she moaned and writhed beneath him. I shut the door before either noticed me there and turned to bump right into Reed.
“Go ahead. I don’t think he’d mind if you joined in.”
“You’re a pig.” I tried to push him, but it was like hitting a wall, and he grabbed my wrist.
“Why don’t you come get to know me and find out, instead of assuming.”
“Oh, I know exactly who you are.” I’d left him back home. That’s who he was. Another Gavin, ego and all. “If you’ll excuse me.”
This time he allowed me to push past him and I went to my room and slammed the door. He’d left my bags just inside the door, so I grabbed the ones I needed and placed them on the foot of the bed, which was dressed in a gorgeous Americana quilt. The furniture in the room was all painted blue and distressed, and though it looked a bit patriotic, the theme didn’t smother the class of the room.
I noticed a door to the one side, which I guessed connected to the neighbors, and I’d seen quite enough of the two of them for one night. Rick had been gloriously naked, and I could see what Kayla had seen in him, but I couldn’t help but think that Reed was so much hotter.
On the other side of the room, there was a big window looking out to the grounds. At the back was a closet and a small door that led to a personal bathroom. I peeked inside to see a gorgeous claw-foot tub. There was a ringed curtain around the back of it, and a showerhead.
I treated myself to a warm bath, and I managed to get clean without making a huge mess or flooding the room.
I dried and dressed in a sleep tank and panties and went back into the room and tucked myself down into the bed, thinking all the while about the man across the hall. He was too hard to read, but I couldn’t help but be fascinated.
My core still ached from the thought of his touch, and it didn’t seem fair that beyond the door Kayla was getting pleasured so intently while I could only lay there and listen to her moans. If I hadn’t been so self-righteous, I might be enjoying the same experience in Reed’s room. Instead, I was forced to slip my hand into my own panties and release the tension that just being near the man had built between my legs.
I remembered the words Reed said to me about being in his bed and I pictured myself in between his sheets, with his face in my pussy, pleasuring me softly.
Although I was ridiculously wet and aroused, the idea of just straight going for it felt weird.
Closing my eyes, I brought my hands to my jaw and slowly drifted them down my neck as I imagined Reed kissing me there. My touch was light as a feather, but the fantasy in my mind made it feel like fire licking my skin. As my fingers lowered to my collarbone and chest, that fire started to spread down to my thighs.
My breathing grew heavier, and my thighs pressed together as the need for something more began to build within me. I brought my hands to my breasts and teased my nipples until the ache between my legs became nearly unbearable.
My juices dripped from me and trickled down to the mattress beneath me. It was a wonderful sensation. Trembling a little, I glided my hand down my stomach until it reached the space where my hip and thigh met. My heart pounded as I took a sharp turn and felt the wetness of my folds for the first time.
I felt soft and warm against my fingers, and though I’d touched myself in the past, this time felt completely different. It was surprisingly more intimate. I couldn’t deny that there was a part of me that felt like what I was doing was wrong because I’d just ended a relationship, but I decided that part was stupid and quickly pushed those thoughts aside as my fingers moved in a circular motion against my clit.
Shockwaves of pleasure shot up through my body. Within seconds, I was dizzy and breathless, but I didn’t stop. I wanted more.
I slid my hand lower and dipped a finger inside myself, amazed at the velvety feel of my drenched pussy. I drew my finger out and slid it in again, imagining it was Reed’s massive cock. I bucked and rolled against my fingers as I drew lazy circles over my swollen clit with my own sweet juices. Thinking again of how big Reed must be, I spread my hips wider and slid a second finger deep into myself, allowing my body to adjust to the new sensation before I started to thrust in and out . Withdrawing my slick fingers, I flicked the tips over my clit a few more times before my release. My back arched and my toes curled into the sheets underneath me.
/> The warmth—that delicious, maddening warmth—started to spread, making my limbs tingle and my chest tight. Finally, that heart turned to fire and my whole body exploded with the most delicious sensation. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming out. I couldn’t risk my housemates knowing I was finger-fucking myself.
Wouldn’t that be fun to explain?
With a broad smile on my lips, I relaxed my arms and waited for my breathing to return to normal. As I enjoyed the amazing afterglow, I couldn’t help but imagine how the real thing would feel.
I fought my urge through the night to run to Reed’s room but something told me that come morning all my restraint would be gone.
Damn it Bella, get a hold of your hormones. This man is nothing but trouble.
But maybe trouble was just what I needed in my life.
CHAPTER SIX - REED
I lay awake in bed and watched the sun come up. Waking early had never been a problem for me, but I wondered if my houseguests would be stirring at this hour. I had to hand it to Bella. She wasn’t some brain-dead bimbo who was easily manipulated by the promise of sex. She had refused me, and that was something I wasn’t that used to. I had gone to sleep the night before thinking about my methods and if I should have approached her differently. She had most definitely called my bluff.
The truth was, the agreement didn’t have anything to do Kayla’s hissy fit. She was drunk, and I was insured. No harm, no foul. I wondered if Bella would tell Kayla about the bargain as I rolled over and stared out my bedroom window at the branches from the magnolia which stood proudly near the house. I got up and went to the bathroom and returned to bed. No one else was up, so why should I be? I took my phone and looked through some more pictures.
The girls were all the same, mostly blondes, mostly party girls, mostly one-night stands and random hookups, and if they hadn’t let me take a selfie and put their number on my phone, I’d probably not even remember their names.
I thought back to the night before when Bella was looking at the photos downstairs. The way her whole face had changed and her eyes had lit up when she’d talked about photography, showed me that she was truly nothing like any of the bimbos I was used to. This girl had a passion and a dream and I was starting to feel like a real shit about my intentions. As much as I could see her being the one to carry my child, I could also see it ruining her dream. Would she be able to be both a mother and an artist? Sure, I would take financial care of her and a baby, but would her drive be the same once she had someone else to take care of?
“Reed?” I looked up to see Bella standing in my doorway, her thin form covered by a blanket which she kept bunched up above her breasts. I sat up, the cool air hitting my skin, reminding me that I was naked, and I wondered what she had on beneath the blanket. There were two small straps across her shoulder, pale yellow and cotton, or so it looked from across the room. She looked so sexy that my guilt faded almost immediately.
“Good morning.”
She walked into the room slowly, as if at any minute I might ask her to leave. “I hope you don’t mind, I heard you get up.” I pulled the sheet up to my waist, making sure I was covered.
She looked at the bed and the space beside me and lowered herself at the foot of my bed.
“I don’t bite, Bella.”
“Could have fooled me.” She kept her hand tight against her chest as she met my eyes with a challenging look.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re brutally honest.”
“Are you always like this or do you have something against Kayla and me showing up to ruin your rodeo plans with Rick?”
That was an interesting question, and I wondered why she would think that Rick having guests would bother me.
“It’s not the first time we’ve had guests for the rodeo, Bella. But I will say, it’s the first time any of them beat the shit out of my truck.”
“About that,” she let her eyes trail down my body and back until she met my gaze again. “Would you reconsider the terms of the bargain?”
I gave her a smoldering glare. “Are you backing out?”
“Surely, you’re not going to blackmail me into sleeping with you?” She lifted her chin.
“It’s always been your choice, Bella. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. You don’t by chance want to show me what you’re wearing under that blanket?”
Her mouth popped open and just when I thought she would protest she dropped her hand and let the blanket fall away. Beneath it, she was wearing a soft yellow cotton camisole and the tiniest pair of cotton panties that barely covered her mound which appeared to be completely bare. I felt my dick twitch and had to suppress a groan.
“Well now that you’ve shown me yours, should I show you mine?” I asked huskily.
Her eyes flashed, and her cheeks reddened. “You’re impossible.”
“No, I’m quite easy, Bella. All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll show you how easy I am.” She hadn’t come in here for no reason. Something told me that she was on the verge of reconsidering.
“Fine, show me.” She lifted a shoulder and gave me a bored look until I pulled back the covers and revealed my throbbing erection. Her eyes widened, and she inadvertently licked her lips.
The action made my balls ache, and I wanted her to lean over and give me that hot little mouth in more ways than one.
I reached out, and she took my hand, allowing me to pull her closer to my side. Once she was seated next to me, I kissed her nice and slow. I had to know what she had under those little panties, so while I had her mouth, I decided to touch her. She’d angled her hips closer, and I rubbed my hand across the soft cotton and then slipped a finger beneath it. She stiffened but didn’t stop me. Instead she kept kissing me, her mouth moving gently with mine.
I exhaled and then deepened the kiss slipping my fingers between her soft folds, and she was so slick for me I wanted to taste her. Instead, I kept my mouth working hers and slipped my finger into her channel, spreading the nectar I’d found there across her swollen clit.
She hissed a breath and pulled away, her desire and emotions conflicting in her expression. “You’re not going to press charges against Kayla, are you? I mean, if I do this?”
I pressed my finger deeper, hooking it upward in a come-hither motion which had her shivering.
“Is that the only reason you’re doing this, Bella? Tell me it is, and I’ll forget the whole thing, and you can walk right out of here anytime you wish.” I stroked her pussy, the tender flesh as soft as rose petals, and she moaned and ground her hips. “Mhmm. Tell me you want this, Bella.” It was so much hotter that she’d come to me wanting it on her own terms.
My cock was pounding with desire and the need to spread her little slit and bury myself good and deep inside her. I had never done anything without protection since my first time years ago, but knowing I wanted to bust my load deep inside her had me laying her back and slipping off her panties.
She took the straps off her arms and let the tank stay around her middle, and I was okay with that as long as I could play with those hot tits of hers while I fucked her. They were perfect and just a little more than a handful. I rubbed my thumb across her nipples, and she spread her legs wide for me.
“I didn’t think you’d actually come in here. I don’t have any protection,” I told her.
Bella shook her head and bit her bottom lip. “I’m on the pill,” she said.
“Fuck, Bella. Tell me you want me inside you.” I whispered the words as I hovered over her, my cock head aimed right for her center, nudging against it, persistent for permission. “Yes, I want you inside me, Reed.” Her voice was so breathy, and as soon as the words left her lips, I shoved my cock in, pushing in a few inches, before pausing to let her tight walls adjust to my size.
She’d screamed out and in pleasure, and as soon as I was good and deep inside her, she kissed my mouth. I rolled over, and she straddled my hips, riding me nice and steady as s
he threw her head back and rubbed her tits pinching her nipples. I reached up and tugged one hard and pinched it until she whimpered, and then she ground her hips against me and lowered herself to my mouth. I took in one of her taut nipples and nibbled it between my teeth. The torture had her writhing, her pussy clenching on my cock.
“It feels so good, Reed. Please, don’t stop.”
That’s all I needed to hear, I rolled her onto her back, pushed her legs up over my shoulders, and drove into her repeatedly, knowing, now for certain, that she was the one.
CHAPTER SEVEN - BELLA
I had slipped my fingers deep into my pussy, thinking of him, twice the night before and neither time had I imagined I’d be in this position only hours later. Reed had me laid back and spread wide, pounding me relentlessly, and I was begging for more.
Gavin hadn’t been this talented, nor had he cared so much about how I’d felt as long as he came. Reed had edged me for the past half hour and every time I was close, he’d pull back, let it build and pound me some more. “I’m so close,” I said, thinking he’d edge me again.
“Come all over my cock, Bella. Soak me.”
At his words, I exploded around him, my walls quivering and my juices pouring, soaking his cock and wetting his balls. I had never been so wet, not ever, but I had a feeling that Reed Harrington was full of surprises.
“That’s right, fucking soak me good.” He thrust hard and then lifted me up off the bed against him, holding my ass cheeks as he moved me up and down on him.
When I was finished, he put me down, his cock leaving me for a moment as he turned me around and grabbed my arms to stretch them out behind me. I climbed on the bed on my knees and tilted my ass up as an offering. Gavin had loved to take it, but Reed focused on my pussy, driving his cock back into my depths and fucking me so hard our bodies slapped together loudly.
I felt my body tighten as another release rolled over me in waves, my core clenching and milking his thick erection.
