“I don’t think you want me to answer that,” I said, and took a bite of steak.
Before I could take another bite, Reese rose to his feet, took my knife and fork out of my hand, and leaned down to get face-to-face with me. “You bein’ feisty, Freckles?”
I swallowed. “If I say no?”
“Then you’re insultin’ me.”
I did not want him to think I was insulting him. That wouldn’t go well for me, yet, I still couldn’t resist messing with him. “Um...”
“Alexa,” he growled.
I bit back a smile. “I’m being feisty.”
“What happens when you get feisty, baby?”
I licked my lips and asked hopefully, “I get spanked?”
He chuckled. “No, Lex, that’s not what happens.”
“Yes it is!” I rushed to say. Oh, God, please, let it be yes.
“Are you trying to get to dessert before you’ve finished dinner?” he challenged.
“If it involves your hand on my butt, yes, yes I am.”
He kissed me gently and far too quickly. “Let’s see how the night progresses, hmm?” He sat back down and smoothed his paper napkin across his lap as though it were the finest linen.
“Reese?”
“Yes, Lex?”
I narrowed my eyes. “What are you doing?”
He used his fork to point to his dinner. “I’m eating, baby.”
“Don’t you ‘baby’ me, sugar bear.”
He grinned. “You need some relief, Lex?”
I squirmed. “Nope.”
“You sure?”
I squeezed my legs together. “Yep. I’m great.”
“Did you wear panties?”
“Yes,” I lied.
He chuckled. “No you didn’t.”
“You were very adamant about not fucking me in a church, Reese”—I jabbed my fork at him—“so this is on you, bub.”
He gave me a sexy sideways smile. “We’re not in the church, Lex.”
I choked on my sip of wine and set the glass down. “What?” I squeaked.
“So, I’ll ask you again,” he said... slowly. “Are you wearing panties?”
“That depends...”
“On?”
“Whether or not there will be spanking,” I challenged.
He leaned forward and raised an eyebrow. “If I guarantee my hand will connect with your ass at some point tonight?”
I sat back and licked my lips. “Then, Mr. Alden, I’m panty-less.”
“Show me.”
“Show you?”
“Hmm-mm.”
I grinned and rose to my feet, unzipping my habit, sliding it over my shoulders, and letting it pool at my feet. I was completely naked underneath.
“Fuck me,” Reese breathed out and stood.
I threw my hands in the air. “I have been trying to!”
He smiled gently. “Wasn’t gonna fuck you in that getup.”
“Ohmigod, Reese, I’m the same person. I’m not a nun. Think of it as a costume.”
Reese shook his head. “Wouldn’t fuck you in a nun costume either.”
“Well, there go my Halloween plans.” Of course, I said this still standing naked in front of him while he stared at me.
“You’ve gained weight.”
I suddenly felt really self-conscious. “Forget it.”
“Lex,” he whispered.
“What?” I snapped, bending to reach for my discarded habit.
He closed the distance between us and yanked the fabric from my hands. “Don’t.”
I tried to cover myself. “You just called me fat.”
“No I didn’t,” he corrected, moving my hands behind my back. “I just mentioned you’ve gained weight. I like it... love it, actually. Fuck, baby, you were always gorgeous, but now you’re even more of a knockout.”
“Are you sure?”
Taking my hand, Reese placed it over his cock. “Does this feel sure?”
He was rock hard. “You appear to have gained a little weight too.”
He grinned and covered my mouth with his, sliding his arm around my waist as he pulled me close and slipped his hand between my legs. I whimpered with need, but he rewarded me by sliding two fingers inside of me and working my clit with his thumb.
“Soaked, baby,” he rasped, and I nodded.
I gripped his shirt. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stoppin’, baby.” He kissed me quickly and grabbed his phone to put on some music. “To muffle your screams,” he explained.
“You’re so sure I’m going to scream?” I challenged.
I was met with a raised eyebrow as he removed his clothes.
His cock sprang free and I reached for him, kneeling on the hard floor. I wasn’t concerned about what the scratchy carpet would do to my knees; I just wanted to taste him.
I slid my mouth over the tip of his cock, smiling as he threaded his fingers into my hair and tugged gently. I had to give it to my man, he let me enjoy him for several minutes before he pulled away.
“I’m not fin—” I never got the rest of my complaint out, as Reese gently laid me on the floor and thrust into me. All my breath left my body with an, “Ahhh.”
His mouth claimed mine as he continued to surge into me, his hand cupping my breast before sliding down to finger my clit. I cried out as my orgasm hit, but didn’t have time to enjoy it, as I was flipped onto my stomach. “Hips up, cheek to the floor, Lex.”
My heart raced as I did as he directed. He lifted my hips higher and slid into me from behind and I lost my breath. Ohmigod, I’d forgotten how good this felt.
“Shhh, baby. Make it last.”
“I... Reese,” I hissed. He slapped my butt and I nearly came.
“Alexa,” he warned in a whisper. “Don’t come or you won’t get more.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I snapped.
He chuckled, sliding partially out and then back in. “Control yourself.”
I let out a frustrated groan and Reese gave me another three quick smacks on my bottom making me come so hard I lost my breath for a few seconds.
“Fuck me, baby,” he breathed out, sinking deeper. “Your pussy’s perfect.”
I closed my eyes and nodded as Reese continued to move slowly, his hands settling on my hips, and slamming deeper and deeper, building another orgasm. He shifted slightly, sliding his hand to my belly. “Spread baby.”
I spread and he lifted me, keeping his cock firmly inside of me, so I was straddling him backwards. I dropped my head back, onto his shoulder and sighed.
“You okay?”
“Definitely. Yes,” I panted.
With his left arm anchoring me against him, he rolled a nipple between his fingers while his right hand slid between my legs. I rose slightly, then lowered, slowing down when I feared another orgasm would hit. I wanted this one to last.
“That’s right, baby,” he whispered, and I raised up again, mewling as I slid back down. “Fuck,” he rasped, and his finger found home.
He tapped my clit, then gently slapped at my pussy and the sting broke any control I had. I called out his name as I came and he pushed me back down and slammed into me, over and over, until he let out a satisfied groan, whispered, “Missed you, Freckles,” and rolled us gently onto our sides in spoon fashion.
I wanted more, so I reached between my legs as I rocked my hips, dropping my head back against him.
“Greedy pussy,” he whispered, replacing my hand with his, his finger going straight to my clit and bringing me to yet another perfect orgasm.
I sighed and rolled to face him. “If you ever make me miss this again, I will hunt you down and kill you.”
He smiled, kissing my nose. “Not lettin’ you go this time, baby.”
“Correct answer.”
“We’ll need to figure something out, though. I’d like to fuck you in a bed going forward. No more of this office floor bullshit.”
I chuckled. “I’ll take you anywhere and any w
ay I can.”
“Appreciate that, baby, but you need somewhere soft to come. I’ll make that happen, I promise.”
I kissed him gently and stroked his cheek. “I’ve missed you.”
“Same,” he breathed out. “More than you can imagine.”
“I highly doubt that.”
He playfully smacked my bottom. “You don’t think so?”
“The dumpee always has it worse.”
“Technically, you dumped me,” he countered.
“I did not.”
“At the risk of inciting your anger, baby, you absolutely dumped me. I just wanted to put some distance between us to keep you safe. You were the one who ended it.”
“You gave me no choice,” I hissed.
He sighed. “I don’t want to fight, Lex.”
“Then stop pissing me off,” I snapped, and rose to my feet, dragging my habit back over my head.
“Fuckin’ boner killer,” Reese complained.
I glared at him. “I’ll remember that for the future.”
He rolled his eyes as he donned his clothes again and pulled me close. “Like I said, I don’t want to fight, baby.”
I locked my body tight and shrugged. “Too late.”
He chuckled, lifting my chin. “I love you. I’m sorry you felt like the only choice you had was to end things. I hated that part, but I plan to make it up to you.”
I relaxed slightly and studied him. “I did not dump you.”
“Okay, Lex, we’ll go with that.”
“Reese—”
“Baby, I’m agreeing with you. Take yes for an answer.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I just want you to admit I’m right.”
“Four orgasms wasn’t enough, huh?”
“Exactly what do orgasms have to do with you being wrong?” I challenged.
“I was hoping they’d make you forget we’d even been apart, ergo, no right or wrong concessions needed.”
I bit back a smile. “The problem with four orgasms, sugar bear, is that they drive home exactly how much I’ve missed you. Ergo, you should admit you were wrong.”
He dropped to his knees and pulled me against him, his face in my belly. “Oh, baby, please forgive me,” he cried in a really bad southern accent. “I have been remiss in my duties to serve you.”
I giggled weaving my hands in his hair. “Stand up, goofball.”
“Not until you forgive me, Miss Alexa. I can’t live without your favor and forgiveness.”
“I forgive you, weirdo.”
He grinned, standing again and kissing me deeply. “Thank you.”
“Can we finish eating now?”
“Definitely.”
We sat back down at the makeshift table and finished our now cold dinner. I didn’t care. It was still delicious... as was my man.
I set my fork down and bit my lip. “Can I ask a favor?”
“Yeah.”
“I really need to see Paisley,” I said. “It’s been forever. We have burner phones, but I really need to see her.”
“There’s a reason you can’t see her, Lex.”
“I know, but you’ve figured out how to get in. Can you do that for her?”
He sighed.
“Please, honey,” I begged. “I miss her.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
I jumped up and leaned over to kiss him. “Thank you.”
“Haven’t done anything yet, baby.”
“But you will. I have faith.”
He chuckled. “Finish your dinner.”
“Yes, sir.” I gave him a mock salute and finished my dinner.
Alexa
FOR THE NEXT week, I saw Reese every evening for dinner. He’d also brought me another burner phone so that I could call him if I needed to. We had our private time in the office just outside the chapel, and I relished it, even if I was forced to make love to him on a hard floor. I didn’t mind. I just wanted to be with him.
The Saturday after our reunion, however, was a little different. I had been given permission to leave the Abbey for an overnight with Reese. I’m not sure if the Reverend Mother knew it was an overnight with Reese, or how much she knew about the whole affair in general, but I didn’t care. It was an overnight. With my man. I almost peed with excitement.
I didn’t have a whole lot in the way of street clothes... I hadn’t been able to take anything with me, so I was stuck with what I had been wearing when I came to my new home, and what I’d been able to procure from the donations pile. One pair of jeans, one pair of yoga pants, a couple of T-shirts and underwear, and a coat. Bare bones, considering I used to love to shop and had required two closets for all of my crap. I suppose I probably still loved to shop... I just hadn’t done it in a while.
I did have some makeup and hair products, so I took special care with those... I shouldn’t have, however. As soon as Reese arrived, he shoved a brunette wig and baseball hat toward me. “Disguise.”
“But... but I look really good,” I complained. “This will ruin it.”
He chuckled. “Baby, you always look good. And you can fix your hair at my place.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Fine, but I’m doing this under protest.”
“Noted.”
He helped me with the wig, which made me itch almost immediately, then he set the baseball cap on my head and took my hand. “You look gorgeous. Weird, but still gorgeous.”
“Why weird?”
“Because my woman’s blonde. I like blonde. You’re just not a brunette. How will I find you in a crowd?”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re not going to leave my side, so you won’t have to find me in a crowd.”
He grinned, leaning down to kiss me gently. “Good answer.”
I squeezed his hand and we headed down into the tunnels. I shivered. They gave me the creeps.
“You scared?”
“You know how I feel about dark, creepy places.”
He wrapped his arm around me. “I’ve got you.”
I felt for the holster he usually kept on his waist and relaxed. “Okay, you’re packin’, I’m good.”
He chuckled quietly. “The things your mouth does with words, baby...”
“I’ll show you what my mouth does with other things, sugar bear, as soon as you get me the hell out of this place.”
He kissed my temple and led me through the tunnels and several locked gates, then we exited out of a storm drain and into a wooded area. Of course, Reese made me wait before I was allowed out of the storm drain, so he could check the area.
“You’re not expecting me to walk through the forest, are you?”
He chuckled, but didn’t answer my question.
“Sugar bear,” I said as saccharinely as I could. He didn’t answer. “Um, sweetie pie?”
He grinned and shook his head.
“Ohmigod, you do expect me to walk through the forest.”
“Lex.” He stopped walking and faced me. “I know you. I know your aversion to walking. How about you just relax for a bit, yeah?”
“I’d relax more if you gave me a play-by-play of what we were doing.”
He dropped his head back and stared at the trees. “Patience is a virtue. Patience is a virtue,” he chanted.
I smacked his chest and he laughed, dropping his head down again to kiss me.
“Reese,” I hissed, breaking the kiss. “How far do we have to walk?”
“Not far.”
“Less than a mile?”
“Less than a half a mile,” he said.
“Oh, okay. That’s fine.”
“Is it, m’lady?”
“Bite me, sugar bear.”
He kissed me again and things got heated enough that we had to break apart... leaving me panting to catch my breath.
“Can’t wait to get you into my bed.”
“So you can bite me?” I asked, hopefully.
“So I can keep you naked for an entire night.” He cocked his head. “Since when do you like biting?�
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I saw his face redden a little and I shook my head. “I don’t know if I like being bitten, I just figured since it’s you, and I love being spanked, we could try it.”
“Fuck me, Lex. We’re tryin’ to make a break for it and you get all sexy right now?”
“Sorry not sorry.” I bit my lip and smiled. “But, seriously...the biting.”
He took a second to adjust himself and then focused on me again. “Biting might be on the table, depending on how you handle walking through the forest.”
“That’s blackmail.”
“No doubt,” he agreed. “But it’s really up to you, baby. Do you want to be spanked or bitten?”
Hell, yes, I did. However, I shrugged and said, “Whatever.”
“My bike’s just up here.”
“We’re taking your bike?”
“Yep.”
I bit my lip. I’d missed his bike.
“Is there a problem?” he asked. I could tell his patience was wearing thin.
“Other than the fact I might come the second I’m on it?” I murmured. “No.”
“Control yourself, baby. Your orgasms belong to me.”
“Does the bike belong to you?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Baby, it’s the same bike I’ve had since we were kids.”
I shrugged. “Well, then if I come on the back of it, technically, it belongs to you.”
“Fair enough.”
I grinned in triumph. “I’m really glad to be back on your bike, honey.”
“Me too, Lex.” He stopped walking and turned to face me. “No one else has been on it since you.”
I dropped my head to his chest. “I’m really happy to hear that.”
He lifted my head and kissed me gently. “I love you, baby.”
“Love you too.”
He kissed me again and we continued to where he’d left his bike. I was almost as excited to get on the back of his Harley as I was to spend the night with him... almost. I loved riding with him. It was my second favorite thing to do.
Reese handed me a full cover helmet and I had to figure out how to get it over my wig. Luckily, he allowed me to remove my hat, but he made sure the wig hung down my back. I suppose to make it look like a brunette was on the back of his bike.
Admittedly, after the last couple of years of hiding out, I was no longer surprised by any of the strange subterfuge methods people used to keep me safe.
I hugged Reese tight as we rode through the streets of Portland and into Vancouver, Washington. I wasn’t familiar with the little suburb by the Columbia River, but we drove up to a little one-story house and the garage door opened. Reese pulled into the garage and tapped my leg for me to get off the bike. I dismounted and he killed the engine and set the kickstand down. Once he closed the garage door, he pulled off his helmet and helped me with mine.
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