“You’re beautiful” he whispers against my lips, his torso pressing into my naked flesh and sending a million sparks of pleasure straight to the quivering between my thighs. I’m silenced when he kisses me again, pressing himself further into me as I spread my legs, inviting him between them.
Warmth blooms across my chest, my arms coming up to cradle his head in my hands. We bond together, kissing and tasting each other before Reid shifts and pulls his jeans off.
One look is all it takes for him to know that I want this, need this. Granted, from that kissing session I probably look a little rough around the edges, what with being below him, practically spread eagle on his bed with my hair a mess and my cheeks pink.
Apparently, Reid doesn’t give a shit because he climbs back into his spot between my thighs, his jutting cock hitting my already too-sensitive clit and making me cry out.
“Luna” he growls, guiding his slippery tip through my folds and into my entrance. I gasp as he inches his way inside me, his lips covering mine to silence me. Reid’s a man not a monster, but damn if he doesn’t stretch me still. That all-consuming too full feeling that stretches across every inch of my body has me panting into his mouth.
“Jesus” he lets his head fall to my shoulder, his lips peppering kisses there as he moves ever so slowly inside me. My nerve endings spark making my pussy clench around him. The tightness makes him groan, a noise I want to hear on repeat knowing that I’m the one who made him feel like that. I loved how I made him feel something other than the constant pain he seems to be drowning in.
Reid doesn’t fuck me tonight, not like the way he’d rutted into me on my living room floor. No, tonight he makes love to my body in a gentle way I never thought I’d see. This Reid is the old Reid I’m sure, one he doesn’t allow out to play all that often. His gentle touch, his meaningful caresses shift something inside me, my heart growing with fondness for this lost soul. If he’s going to be staying in Delia, then I don’t think I’ll be able to ever leave him alone.
Once he’s satisfied that he’s pleased me enough with two mind blowing orgasms and has spilled his secrets into me we curl up together, our limbs tangled, our fingers laced, and our breathing heavy.
THE NEXT MORNING, I woke deliciously tender from our adventure last night, but the culprit was not beside me in bed. Burying my nose deeper into his sheets one last time I finally open my eyes. The morning sun just peeking through the gap in the curtains and landing on a piece of paper on Reid’s pillow. I have to swallow the lump in my throat, but surely, he wouldn’t run away from his own bedroom, would he?
Gone for a run, make yourself at home R x
I sigh in relief when I read his words, granted, he is running but not in the same sense as last time. Reid’s handwriting is a mess, but it only adds to his character for me. My inner teenager squeals at the ‘x’ he added to the end...that still means something when you’re an adult right?
I clutch the paper between my fingers before grabbing a T-shirt of Reid’s that was strewn over the small stool he has in the corner. It smells like him, the feel of it against my skin is almost as good as having him on my skin...almost.
I make my way to his kitchen, finding the eggs and bacon that I bought for him stashed in the same place that I left them. Does the man not eat?
I hunt for a frying pan and start brewing some coffee. Call it cheesy or whatever but I do have a bounce in my step this morning, it’s like something out of one of those Hollywood movies. I shove my hair up into a ponytail using the tie that seems to live permanently on my wrist just as I hear the front door opening behind me. Glancing over my shoulder I see the sexiest damned sight one ever did see. Loose fitted running shorts paired with a too-tight black t-shirt that’s damp with sweat makes my mouth water. Running a hand through the long hair on the top of his head Reid blushes a little. Oh God, does he want to kill me?
“Good morning” Reid smiles, his too wide grin makes his usually sorrowful face look different. Good different.
“Good Morning. You want breakfast?” I ask, snapping myself out of my Reid-dream-like state and adding bacon to the pan.
“Smells delicious” he comes up behind me, his big hands spreading across my hips before he latches onto them. Sweet tingles run across my abdomen, the wetness between my legs intensifying.
“You look delicious” I smirk, flipping the bacon with the tongs I’d found in the drawer.
“Oh yeah?” he nuzzles his nose into my neck and I don’t miss it when he inhales. I get it, it’s the same with him. Just the tiniest hint of him makes me want to crawl up into his chest and live there forever.
What am I saying?
We’ve only just met for crying out loud.
“I have to go to work today” I grumble, although I usually love work, today I wouldn’t mind curling up in the cabin all day.
“Me too. We have a delivery coming in” Reid plants a kiss to my neck before pulling away.
“I’ll just have a quick shower”
“Okay” I nod and watch as his taught ass saunters into the bathroom. I will my ovaries to stop screaming at me when he pulls his t-shirt over his head, giving me a mouth-watering view of the planes of his back muscles.
When I hear the water turn on I busy myself finishing breakfast and coffee, trying my best to get the image of a fully naked Reid in the shower out of my head. It’s no use because the wicked man comes out to eat his food that I’ve lovingly prepared in a god damned towel. Nothing more.
“Really?” I gawp at him from one of the stools behind his island. He glances around him, looking genuinely lost about my question.
“Come on Reid! Could you eat breakfast if I was wearing just a towel?”
Realization dawns on his beautiful face, his strong jaw line shadowed by day old scruff.
“There’s an idea” he smirks, raising a dark eyebrow in my direction.
My mouth drops open and I tut, shaking my head from side to side. What was I expecting? The man has a mouth on him.
“Eat” I declare, sliding his plate closer towards him.
The walk into work was lush, the rain from yesterday was long gone, the air clearer and fresher now that the stickiness had dissipated. I kissed Reid goodbye at the bar, earning a wolf whistle from old man Gus’. I had to mentally prepare myself for the thrashing I would no doubt get from Rach’ who I’d unintentionally left in the dark. Well, let’s back track a little. I went to give Reid a hug goodbye when he planted his lips on mine like he didn’t give a rat’s ass who saw us. It made my giddy, something he’s becoming a pro at doing. So, technically it wasn’t my fault if word got out.
True to real Rachel style I was bombarded with ten-thousand questions the second I stepped a foot into the shop. Word of me going home with Reid last night had spread like wild fire even though the damned promenade was empty. Or so it seemed.
I answered her questions with vague replies, not wanting her to delve into her theory that guitar man was the ‘One’. Rach was a true romantic and it turned her silly sometimes, you could blame that on her unhealthy obsession with chick-flicks.
It was all I heard for the rest of the week. Each morning when I came into work either from the cabin or from upstairs, Rach was there with her ears flapping like Dumbo needing the latest update.
Yes, Reid and I spent every night that week together, neither of us questioned it or pushed the other to put a label on what we were doing. There was no need. Each night after I shut up the shop, I’d go for a quick ride on my board before heading to the bar for a drink. Last night Reid had sat on the sand and watched me surf before we went back to the cabin again. It was bliss. Life had taken an unexpected turn, one that had no limits but knew no boundaries either. Reid seemed to be smiling a lot more this week and that in turn made me smile. Until today, on Friday of all days my period arrived, and I was as miserable as a wet sock. Instead of surfing in the grey waters that had washed up in the bay, I instead texted Reid to tell him I was locking myself
away for the foreseeable future and wouldn’t be venturing out until mother nature gave me my body back.
When Reid texted that he was on his way over, I left my door on the latch and crawled back into the nest I’d made myself on the bed. I was watching re-runs of an old sitcom with my legs curled up in front of me.
“Is it safe to come in?” his deep voice shouts as he walks into the flat.
“Yes!” I shout back. “I don’t turn into a dragon once a month” I roll my eyes, laying my head back down on the pillow. I hear him chuckling and doing something in the kitchen before his heavy footsteps walk down the hallway.
“You sure about that?” he laughs at me, that sexy sound grating on my hormones. Before I can react and throw one of the many fluffy pillows on my bed at him, a tub of Ben Jerry’s lands on the bed in front of me along with a spoon.
“Oh my god” I snatch them up and turn to face the amazing, gorgeous bad boy with tears in my eyes. Leaning against the door jam, his arms crossed in front of him, his eyes twinkle with knowing and I can’t help but laugh.
“How did you know?” I bite my lip, ripping the lid off the tub of heaven.
“Lucky guess” he smiles, stepping further into my bedroom and sitting on my bed.
He’s lucky he’s on my good list right now, because when he dunks a finger into my ice cream I almost bite it off. Almost.
“So, this is our Friday night?” he asks, lazily lapping at the melting deliciousness off his finger. I don’t know how long I sit and watch him doing that but Jesus it was hot.
“Yep” I sit back against my headboard and Reid and I demolish the Ice cream in about five seconds flat.
Mother Nature and creator of the human race, it is your fault that women eat insatiable amounts of calories for a week every month. I hope you’re happy.
Reid pulls me into his arms, laying me across his legs on my front. His large hand goes up my shirt, his fingertips dancing across my spine before he starts to rub at my lower back.
“Oh god” I let my forehead hit the mattress as he rubs circles into my tender back.
“Ice Cream and back rubs? I’m not giving you back” I laugh but Reid’s hand stills and I instantly know I’ve freaked him out.
“I didn’t mean...” I sit up, brushing his hand off my back and turning to face him. The petrified look in his eyes tells me he’s not hearing me.
“Reid, I didn’t mean that”
“I can’t do this Luna” he says, his voice wavering as he jumps to his feet.
“Reid! Wait, I didn’t mean...we’re not...we don’t have to be anything special...not yet” I talk as I follow him down the hallway.
“We can never be anything” he snaps, turning on his heel. Forest green eyes wide with fear, his chest rising and falling amid his panic.
“Ever” he finished, lancing my heart one word at a time. I stand dumbly as I watch him shove his boots on and grab his jacket from the hook before he leaves, slamming my door behind him.
Neon Lights & Blinding Lies
I KNEW THIS WEEK HAD been too good to be true. I’d gotten my hopes up that things would be fine between Luna and me. I’d been in Delia almost a month now and already I’d fucked my first friendship up. The little devil on my shoulder snickers in my ear.
She isn’t just a friend though, is she?
Stupidly, somewhere between trying really hard not to fall for this girl and surfacing from between her beautiful legs I’d lost my footing and fell hard. Face first into love with Luna.
I couldn’t do it again. I couldn’t love, not anymore. I’d given all I had all those years ago, there was nothing left for anybody else.
I bounced down her stairs onto the quiet street below, the moon hanging high in the sky above, my heart beating way too fast in my chest and my boots heavy on the cobblestones beneath them.
Her words about giving me back meant that I was more to her than I’d originally intended. You couldn’t return something unless you had it in the first place. Of course, I’d given myself to Luna without question, she had that pull, that invisible string tying me to her like a noose. The same piece of string I thought I’d been missing all these years had finally revealed itself. I knew life was cruel, I’d fucking experienced it first hand, and I knew that if let myself get involved with her life would strip her away from me again.
I couldn’t do that to her, curse her with my fate.
Luna was pure, innocent, hauntingly beautiful and mine.
This week had been bliss. Total and utter selfish bliss. I daren’t admit that I was even a little bit happy through fear life would come in and wreck it all as it always did. I was silently enjoying what we had, too aware of what could happen if I revealed it to the hands of fate.
My feet took me around town, my mind not even bothered into where they were taking me. I just walked and walked as I mulled everything over, smoking the joint I’d intended to the same night I made love to Luna. I was in my right mind to smoke it afterwards when she’d fallen asleep but I stopped myself, instead choosing the pussy option of curling up behind her and falling asleep with her in my arms. I was miserable, or at least I had been up until last week. The blonde surfer babe whose body molded to mine perfectly, whose mind clicked with mine, who I’d throw myself in front of a bus for had taken over precedent. I would die for Luna...already. I’d die right now if it meant she was safe from my stupid advances. I couldn’t give her any of the things she deserved, it was selfish of me to even consider giving myself a chance with her. As I walk the streets of Delia, the one place that was supposed to be my redemption, I contemplate how much of that is actually true. Would killing myself really save her from myself?
The answer to that might as well have been lit up in bright neon lights, screaming in front of my face. I knew the answer. So, did Luna.
I walked until the sun came up. The orange and pink hues lighting up the promenade in a beautiful pastel glow. My eyes glance up and down the street, it’s dead quiet still, everyone in town still asleep without the ghosts of their past waking them up. My eyes felt itchy, but it was a feeling I’d grown accustomed to over the years. I’d gotten my first paycheck this week and I’d planned on using it for the bike first thing in the morning.... well today. I walked in the direction of the car lot, passing the street that Moonbeam is on and getting the hit of herbs and spices that seems to linger around her shop. I thought I hated it. That day I’d sat outside her shop with Aurora I’d hated it. I couldn’t get it out of my skin for days, but today, it did something to my heart, something that didn’t hurt.
Swallowing my pride, I carry on down the road, my eye on the adrenaline rush that’s sure to kill me anyways. I sit on the bench opposite the car lot, watching as the tide retreats out to sea.
It’s unfathomable that I let Luna get too attached to me, I’d only leave her anyway. It’s what I do. I could never do it to Aurora, be with someone else after I loved her with everything I had...how was there any left over? It wasn’t fair to Aurora, it wasn’t fair to anyone, but this was the life that I was given, a dark, damned one with no reprieve. Not until I ended it and that day was growing closer day by day.
That’s not to say that I’m going to lie about this week with Luna. One god damned week and she’d mended bits of my heart that had been broken for years. The way she laughed and smiled up at me, her gorgeous blue eyes shining with true happiness. The way she surfed, the chick owned the damned water. It was awe-inspiring watching her go about her usual activities but attaching herself into my life at the same time. She looked sensational in my bed, under me with her cheeks all flushed. On top of me, breathless. Luna was perfection personified. It was her I gathered that if Aurora and I had never been, it was Luna I was destined to be with. I don’t know if we would have ever found each other but there’s bound to be someone better out there for her now, my stickiness is too much for her to lower herself for. Nothing but a pedestal is what Luna deserves, her kindness alone puts her above a million others in my b
ook.
I was pissed that I’d let her think we could have had something together, I should have told her before...it wasn’t fair on her and now it looked like I’d played with her feelings for a week of hot, steamy sex and for what?
My name would be dragged through the dirt in town, not that I cared but I didn’t want people thinking that about Luna. It was the last thing she deserved.
The promenade comes to life around me, shopkeepers and workers alike gather outside opening up for the day. I hear the clunk of a heavy padlock hitting the floor behind me and swing around to someone I’m assuming is Jock. I head across the road, shoving my hands into my jacket as I do.
“Hey” I call out behind him, making him twirl around as he unleashes the metal gates from their lock.
“Hey man’ Reid, right?” he scrunches his blonde brows down, holding his spare hand out for me to shake.
“Yeah, Jock?” I shake his hand, both our firm grips in a battle of wills for a second too long.
“Sure am. What can I do for you?” he wraps the chain around his palm, shoving the gate open and walking towards the cabin at the back of the lot.
“I want that bike” I nod in the direction of the red beauty, the one sure to end all of my misery if nothing else does.
“Oh yeah? I’m surprised she’s still here to be honest” he huffs, pulling keys out of his leather jacket. I eye him for a second, his dirty blonde hair looks like he’s just woken up with it, his face looks young and care free. The clothes he has on are smart casual, jeans with a button up burgundy shirt. Nothing special, but even he would be better for Luna at this point.
When he eventually unlocks the door, it gives way to a small, organized office. Again, nothing special but it works. Jock goes to the steel filing cabinet in the corner, avoiding the too-big potted palm tree plant that every car dealership seems to think is a necessity. Taking a seat behind the old wooden desk he flips open the manila folder, scanning its contents and reeling off all the information I should know about the bike. Including the price. When I don’t say anything, feeling my dream die a little on the inside, Jock glances up at me where I’m perched, leaning my ass against the wall. Sighing, he leans back in his chair, the old wood creaking beneath his weight. Nostrils flaring, he glances between the pen in his fingers and me once before sitting up right.
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