He nodded, his brow furrowed. “Are you, ah, ready for me?”
I leaned forward, my lips at his ear. “I have never been wetter or readier, Reid Matthews. I want you so much I’m aching for you.”
“I should wear a condom. I want you to feel safe.”
“I do feel safe. I want to feel you. Just you.”
“Oh God,” he hissed. “Are you sure?”
I slid over him. “Yes.”
His hands settled on my hips. “I want to be inside you. Now.”
I rubbed his cock along my folds, his blunt head hot and wet. Gripping his shaft, I guided him inside, slowly sinking down, steel inch by steel inch until I was full, and our skin flush.
He felt magnificent inside me.
“Fuck, Becca, I can’t . . . I’ve never felt anything like this. Oh God.”
I began to move. Up, down. Slow and steady, pumping him. He gripped my hips, beginning to move, matching my rhythm. Beads of sweat spotted his forehead. My back felt damp. His grip tightened, his movements picking up. He began to mumble, the words too low for me to hear.
Then, once again, Reid Matthews went to the head of the class.
With a quiet roar, he sat up, shocking me as we fell back, him on top. He grabbed my leg, lifting it over his shoulder. His hips slammed into mine, pushing his cock in deeper, making me cry out. He anchored his hand to the headboard, hovering over me, his eyes wild.
“I’m gonna . . . Jesus . . . Becca . . . I can’t . . .”
His head fell into my neck and his body spasmed. I clamped down on him as another orgasm tore through me. A long, loud groan filled the room as his cock jerked and he came, every muscle in his body tightening, his frame shuddering as he rode out his orgasm.
Then he collapsed on top of me.
Boneless.
I wrapped my arms around him, welcoming the weight.
I touched my lips to his ear.
“Okay, then?”
He chuckled, his chest vibrating against me. When he lifted his head, wonder filled his eyes.
He pressed his mouth to mine.
“Epic.”
* * *
“Is it normal to be hungry after sex?” Reid mumbled against my shoulder.
I stretched, feeling seldom-used muscles protesting. I grimaced, turning my head to meet his gaze.
“I think when you’ve had sex three times in a row, it’s probably normal.”
He tugged me closer, trailing his lips down my neck. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
“You winced.”
I chuckled at the worry in his voice, rolling over so I could see his face. He hovered over me, frowning.
“Reid, I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. Almost two years. And you’re, ah . . .”
“I’m what?”
“You’re big, okay? Your penis is large.”
His lips quirked. “My penis? So proper. Ten minutes ago, you were calling it my cock and begging me to fuck you with it.” He bent and nipped at my neck playfully. “My dirty-talking Becca.”
I laughed.
“Fine. Your cock is huge, Reid. I just need to get used to it.”
He was over me in a second, his cock pressing against my hip. It seemed he was making up for the lost years. All it took was a few words, and he was hard and ready to go.
“I’m happy to help you get used to it. They say practice makes perfect.”
I pushed against his shoulder. “They say too much of a good thing is bad as well.”
He stilled. “Too much? Am I pushing too hard?”
I cupped his face. “Don’t look so worried. I’m fine, but I need a bit of a breather.” I glanced at the clock. “It’s two a.m. You’ve had me three times in as many hours. Maybe pizza first, then you can, ah, resume your practice?”
“Pizza, then practice. I’m good with that.”
“Maybe a little sleep?”
A look of tenderness crossed his face. He lifted a stray curl off my face, tucked it behind my ear, and rubbed his nose against mine in an affectionate gesture.
“Becca Baby, if all I could do was sleep with you the rest of the weekend, I’d be happy. Being with you like this is more than I ever hoped for.” He softened his voice almost to a hum. “You’re all I ever hoped for.”
My chest constricted at his tender words. He could turn from teasing to serious in a second. Melt me with his thoughts he had no problem sharing. Reid didn’t play games or hide his feelings. I didn’t know if it was because of his past, or if that was simply the way he was built, but I loved it.
“Just a little sleep.” I grinned.
A mischievous smile lit his face. “Thank God.”
I pushed him away and slid out of bed. I lifted my arms over my head, stretching out my back. Reid watched me, his gaze following my every move. I moved leisurely, letting his eyes roam over me, feeling the heat of his stare. Lust, hungry and rampant, filled his gaze. His cock swelled, tenting the blanket that covered him. He bit his lip, leaning back on the pillows, slowly dragging his hand down his chest. It disappeared under the blanket.
“See what you do to me, Becca?” he asked, his voice gruff. “You are so beautiful, and I want you again. I want to feel your hot, wet pussy wrapped around my cock. I want to hear you moan my name. I want to make you forget about everyone before me. I only want you to remember me. My touch. My mouth. My cock.”
His words. His sexy, need-filled words. Suddenly, I needed him with the same intensity.
“There is only you, Reid.” I stepped forward, placing one knee on the bed. I tugged the blanket away. His fist was around his cock, the head already weeping. “Show me. Show me how much you want me again.”
In a second, I was under him, his mouth hard on mine, and his cock stroking my center. I wrapped my legs around his hips, arching my back to bring him closer.
Pizza could wait.
* * *
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I tried to close my legs, but he was wedged between them, refusing to move.
“Reid, until last night, you were a virgin. I don’t think you’ve seen that many.”
He didn’t look up, his fingers tracing small circles on my thighs. “Not true. In prison, there’s tons of porn available. On the net, I can click a hundred different sites and see as much pussy as I want.” He glanced at me with a firm nod. “Trust me, yours is the prettiest.”
I gaped at him, and his smile fell.
“Shit. I shouldn’t have said that part about the porn, should I?”
I began to giggle, trying to hold them in, but I failed. The giggles grew into chuckles, which turned into laughter. He tried to keep a straight face, then gave in and joined me. He turned his head, pressing a kiss to my thigh.
“I say the stupidest things sometimes.”
“No,” I insisted. “I love your honesty and how you say what you’re thinking. It catches me off guard at times, though.”
“I don’t really look at a lot of porn.”
I lifted one eyebrow. “Right. You figured out all your moves on your own.”
A sly grin lit his face. “My moves? Are you saying I got it going on, Becca?”
“I’ll say your mattress dancing is a lot smoother than your floor dancing.”
It was his turn to gape. Then he laughed. He huffed out a long sigh, reaching for my hand and threading our fingers together. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this way, Becca. In fact, I never have.”
“How do you feel?”
“Easier, happier.” He shrugged. “It’s hard to explain.”
“Losing about ten pounds of sperm in one night will do that for you.” I grinned. “I, myself, am feeling a bit . . . full.”
Instantly, he was on me, his hands pinning down my arms, his eyes wild.
“I’ll show you full.”
“Oh yeah?”
He leaned down, skimming his lips over my collarbone, licking his way up my neck to my ear.
; “I want you full of me. So full, you feel me every time you move tomorrow. Every time you shift in your chair, you feel a bit of me between your legs.”
I stared at him, his words catching me off guard.
He frowned. “Did I freak you out?”
“No,” I responded. “You surprised me a little. You’re, ah, a bit of a dirty boy when you get going, Reid Matthews.”
“Want me to show you how dirty?”
“Yes.”
And he did. Boy, how he did.
* * *
Reid
I looked around, fascinated at the scope of the building site. Bentley had returned from his honeymoon, relaxed and happy. Richard was once again in town, and we were on-site at the Ridge Towers property. I had seen pictures, the concept model, but I never had visited the site until now. As Bentley talked, and the architect described the position of the buildings and the amenities, I was impressed by the extent and depth of the vision. The place was going to rock.
I turned and stared at the water. The land was a rare find here, and Bentley and the vision he had were going to take full advantage of it.
Maddox stood beside me, taking it all in. “This is going to be an amazing venture.”
“It is. Are you still thinking of buying one?”
He chuckled. “Past the point of thinking. I’m buying a place here. The penthouse unit—four bedrooms with the terrace. The biggest one. Bentley blocked it off the list, along with a few others we know people want.”
“Wow. That’s three thousand square feet. A lot of space for one person.”
He faced me, his expression one of happiness. “I won’t be alone. We’re keeping it private, but since I already told Bent and Aiden, this seems the right time to share. I asked Dee to marry me, and she said yes.”
I grasped his hand, shaking it hard. “Congrats, Mad Dog. That’s awesome!”
His smile was wide. “Yeah, it is. We know it’s fast, but when you know, you know. Dee is it for me, and we want to start our life together.”
“I’m happy for you.”
“We’re getting married in a few weeks, once the campaign starts and we can step back and relax. A small wedding, friends only. You and Becca are, of course, invited.”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
“I’m flying everyone to the Bahamas. I’ve rented two villas, and Jen is arranging the wedding for us. No gifts, no pressure. A weekend away with our friends, and our vows on the beach, followed by a late dinner and dancing.” He clapped my shoulder. “You can put those dance lessons to good use again.”
I swallowed heavily. “The Bahamas?”
“Yep. That’s what we want. It’s all on me, Reid. Our wedding, our way. No worries on your part.”
“Um . . . I don’t know if I can go.”
Aiden joined us, hearing the last part of the conversation.
“Why the hell not? It’s going to be awesome!”
I huffed out an embarrassed sigh. “I don’t have a passport.”
“There’s time. We can put a rush on it.”
I couldn’t meet Maddox’s eyes. “I don’t know if I can get one with my prison record, or if their travel restrictions allow me to go to that country.”
Maddox was quiet for a moment. “Then we’ll go somewhere that does allow it so you can be with us.”
I shook my head. “No, you have your plans set. You can’t change them. I’ll Skype myself in or something. Becca can hold up a laptop for me,” I joked, trying to lighten the serious tone the conversation had taken. “I’ll wear a Hawaiian shirt, and it’ll be as if I’m there.”
Maddox frowned but didn’t push the subject, for which I was grateful. Instead, he changed topic.
He jerked his chin toward the area the building would occupy. “What about you? You ready to leave your shoebox for something bigger, Reid? Great chance to get in before it goes through the roof, plus you get to choose your layout.”
He was right. Their concept was unique. Aside from the placement of the kitchen and bathrooms, you could tweak the floorplan of every unit to suit your taste. All with a price, of course, but still a huge selling feature. Richard was confident when the marketing campaign kicked off in a few days, it would sell out before they broke ground. Given his brilliant strategy, and the uniqueness of the concept, everyone was certain he was correct.
But once again, my past loomed over me.
I met Maddox’s curious gaze with a shrug. “I have been thinking about it. But I don’t know if I can afford it.”
Aiden and Maddox exchanged a look.
“We pay you well, Reid,” Maddox pointed out. “You can amortize over a longer period and afford the payments. I can help you figure that out.”
I shuffled my feet as I looked at the ground. “I’m not disputing my salary.”
“What are you saying?” Aiden asked.
I tugged my hand through my hair in vexation. “God, the two of you are hitting all my weaknesses today, aren’t you? I’m not sure I would qualify for a mortgage, Aiden. My credit history has been difficult to build since I got out of prison. It took me two years to get a no-frills credit card, and even now, my limit is low. Given the price tags here, even if I had the minimum deposit saved, I’m not sure a bank would give me the money.” I shook my head. “Can we stop busting my chops now?”
Aiden held up his hands. “We’re only having a conversation, Reid. We aren’t trying to stir up anything, only understand your hesitancy.”
My anger deflated at his words. “I know that.” I groaned. “It’s-it’s difficult at times. I know this might be hard to understand, but I still have trouble believing or hoping for things. Sometimes, it’s easier not to even admit to wanting them. That way the letdown isn’t as hurtful, you know?”
“I get that,” Aiden said quietly. “Sometimes it’s hard to believe when things go well.”
“Yeah.”
Maddox was silent, tapping his cheek the way he did when in deep thought. Another glance passed between the two men.
“If you think you’re interested, let me give it some thought—numbers are sort of my thing,” Maddox offered. “I might have an idea or two we could look at.”
I glanced behind me, imagining the building in place and thinking about living there. “Yeah,” I confessed. “I would be really interested.”
I pushed my glasses onto my head and rubbed my eyes, suddenly exhausted. I glanced toward Becca, who was talking to Richard and Bentley, her expression excited as she gestured and spoke. Seeing her made me smile. Right now, it was the only thing that could.
Maddox cleared his throat. “Which is your favorite unit?”
“The two-bedroom one Liv showed us the sketches for. With the corner den? I loved that.”
He nodded. “Nice size.”
“Nice price, even if I went standard. That’s my dream one, but I would be happy with a one-bedroom, I suppose.”
He clapped my shoulder. “Dreams are always a good thing to have, Reid. Sometimes you have to reach out and try.”
Richard and Becca joined us. She stood beside me, not touching, but close. Every minute apart from her seemed forever. Leaving her on Sunday was one of the hardest things I could remember having to do. I wanted to stay with her in her bed for days—to have my fill of making love to her—if that were possible. To discover every intimate detail of her body and mind. Walking away felt as if I had left something important behind me. I hated it. I had no experience with those sorts of emotions, so I didn’t know if it was normal or if I was simply needy. I gave up trying to hide it, and most of the remainder of the day was spent either texting or talking to her. Luckily, she seemed to want the connection as much as I did.
Since we had become intimate, I found it difficult to stay away from her, and the office was a challenge. I had to fight the urge to seek her out a dozen times a day. To restrain myself from kissing her when we passed in the hall or bumped into each other while getting coffee. But we had agreed to keep it pro
fessional at the office. It didn’t stop me from stealing a kiss on occasion, wrapping her in my arms behind my closed office door, or taking advantage of private corners if we went out to lunch. The fact that she informed me she also found it difficult at times made me feel somewhat better. It didn’t make it any easier, but it was something.
Aiden and Maddox knew that Becca and I had slept together. There had been fist bumps, and Aiden had wiped his cheeks in an overdramatic fashion when I shared the information.
“My boy is all grown-up now,” he pretended to sob. “He doesn’t need me anymore.”
I flipped him the bird, joining in Maddox’s laughter.
Maddox eyed me steadily, always the more serious one. “Was it what you expected?”
I shook my head. “No, it was more.”
“More than three seconds?” Aiden quipped.
I sat straighter and met his eyes. “Way more. Becca had no complaints, although her neighbor might not have been pleased with all the moaning. She certainly knew who Becca was with, though, since she yelled my name a lot.”
He grinned and slapped my shoulder. “That’s what I want to hear.”
I was certain they had shared with Bentley, but he would never comment on anything that personal.
At least, not directly to me.
Maddox glanced past me. “What about you, Becca? Could you see yourself living here?”
Fuck.
I held my breath waiting for her to answer. I had never thought to ask her that question.
“It’s a great spot, and I think it’ll be amazing once it’s complete. If I were looking, it would be on the top of my list.”
Richard crossed his arms. “I loved my condo. If I lived here, a place like this would appeal to me.”
“Any chance of that, Richard?” Aiden asked. “You moving here?”
He chuckled with a shake of his head. “No. I’m happy in BC. I love my job and the city. Katy’s settled and content. It’s a great place for my girls to grow up. That’s all that matters to me. Besides,” he drawled, “I enjoy my trips to see you guys. If I lived here, you’d be sick of me. And you’d have to fire poor Becca since I would ruthlessly snatch up her job in a heartbeat.”
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