A slow, sly, smile pulled across that lush mouth. He stalked toward me; I refused to back up. This was Reece, I was going to trust him; I was going to go for broke and put myself out there.
In one fluid movement, he swung me into his strong arms, kissing me on the mouth, in a lip lock so intense my lady parts clenched and then clenched again. I threaded my hands through his dark locks and felt almost giddy when I heard him moan. We fell onto the bed, Reece landed on top of me. He braced his arms so that most of his weight was off my smaller frame. Without a word, he kissed me. I met his tongue, thrust for thrust, grabbing his hair with both hands, afraid this was a dream and I would wake up.
Reece broke the kiss, but before I could protest, he started trailing hot, wet kisses down my neck. Lost in the sensations, I arched my back as he latched on to one full nipple. Letting go of my nipple, he moved down my belly to the apex of my thighs. He must have felt me tense because he looked up, gaze full of lust.
“We stop if you want to stop,” he promised.
Aching with need and with some kind of urgency I had never felt before, I growled, “If you stop, I may cut you, Hudson.”
I heard him chuckle as he sucked my throbbing clit into his mouth. I thrashed my head from side to side; something was building, deep down in my core. I was chasing something; feverishly I thrust my hands in his hair again. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to stop or keep going.
“Oh God, Oh God, oh God.” I cried out. Reece licked and sucked harder. He pushed two fingers deep inside of me. The slight burn was nothing compared to the utter ecstasy I was feeling. Lost in one wave after another, each one bringing me higher and higher. Reece was relentless with his talented tongue, and his busy hands. I came with a loud wail and Reece’s name on my lips.
Completely sated, I relaxed as Reece pressed me back into the mattress. “You taste like honey, sweetheart. Do we stop or keep going?” he asked gently.
I knew what he was asking. I was a virgin, and he was letting me decide how far things went. I should be nervous. I’d never had sex before, and the orgasm I just had was terrifyingly wonderful. However, this was Reece; I trusted him. He was the person I wanted to share this with.
I pulled him into a passionate kiss, tasting me on his tongue only turned me on all over again. I moved beneath him. “What do I do Reece? I need more,” I asked desperately.
He didn’t disappoint. He pulled open the button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper, between the two of us; we pushed his jeans and boxers off and to the floor. Like a kid in the candy store, I ran my hands up his back and down to his tight ass. He groaned as I squeezed his cheeks with my hands. I felt him move his cock between my legs.
“Holy crap, that’s never going to fit in there,” I told him. Now, I was nervous. He felt enormous; he also felt good against my folds.
He smiled down at me and kissed my forehead, “Honey, you were meant to take me,” he assured me.
I smiled up at him and opened my legs wider. “I’m ready, I trust you,” I told him. Something strange flashed across his face and for a moment, I wondered if I had said something wrong. Then, it was gone, and Reece was sitting up, grabbing his jeans and pulling out a condom. As soon as he was sheathed, he was kissing me again. I felt him move slowly into me, inch by inch until he came to my barrier. I tensed for a moment. Reece responded by taking one finger and rubbing my clit in small circles. I felt the urgency build in my core once more. Just as I felt my orgasm hit and explode through me, Reece thrust into me deeply.
Feeling a sharp pinch, I froze, so did Reece. Panting, he put his forehead to mine. “I don’t move until you tell me,” he promised.
Closing my eyes against the pain, I slowly felt it ebb from pain into something else. Suddenly, I wanted Reece to move, I needed Reece to move. I lifted my hips, and my mouth found his. “Move, Reece, move.” I directed.
Reece took a few gentle thrusts, and when I wrapped my legs around him and urged him deeper with the heels of my feet, he suddenly began thrusting like a man possessed. Holding onto his shoulders, I met him thrust for thrust and grunt for grunt. Another orgasm started to build; only this time when I came, Reece came with me. I was only slightly aware of Reece moving away from me to dispose of the condom. When he came back, he spooned behind me, and I snuggled back into his arms. A feeling I had never had before came over me: happiness, I was finally happy.
Reece
Mine, mine, mine. I couldn’t help it. I know it wasn’t politically correct, but this woman was mine. This sleeping, gorgeous, brave, big-hearted woman who had opened her heart to me. She trusted me with her body and her soul. I was going to do everything I could to be worthy of her. Starting with this stupid bet. While I was waiting for Synclair to come home, I had called my friends earlier and told them to meet me in the Cafeteria tomorrow. I wanted this bet over, and I didn’t want anyone to mention it to Synclair until I told her. I was going to tell her, I had do. I knew she was going to be hurt at first, and then steaming mad. However, I knew that as soon as I told her how deeply I was in love with her, she would have to forgive me. If she didn’t, I would camp outside her door until she did.
I knew my friends would back me up when I told them what she meant to me. They would accept her, and they would become her friends too. She would never be alone again. I was only mildly concerned about Amber; she had wanted to be with me for a long time, and she knew a lot about Synclair. All of it would embarrass Synclair, if any of it got out. I would never tell Synclair about the envelope Amber had given me, and I was going to make sure Amber knew never bring it up either. I never want my Hellcat to feel less than me. She wasn’t. Her past only made me love her more.
As soon as Spring Break arrived, I was taking her home to meet my family. Rachel would love another girl around, and my brothers would tease and harass her as if she was one of us. Hell, she was one of us. Tomorrow, I would finally put a stop to this stupid bet, and then come clean. Then it would be Synclair and me for life.
The clock read, 4 a.m. just a little before dawn, and I let my lids droop. As I drifted off, I decided to call my father later and tell him I’d found the woman I was going to marry, Synclair was a Hudson. She just didn’t know it.
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Book 1- Synclair and Reece
15 Years Earlier
Synclair
I watched the slumbering man next to me. I was hypnotized by the sight of his sculpted chest as it expanded and fell with each breath. Reece freaking Hudson, I had given my virginity to one of the most sought-after basketball players on the university campus. Everyone wanted Reece. Averaging 40 points a game made him the all-around VIP for the University of Las Vegas, basketball team. His toned legs, eight pack abs, black hair and emerald, jade green eyes made him the all-around hottie for every girl on campus. Yet, somehow he was here with me.
A gentle palm on my face forced me from my thoughts. I had a habit of letting my thoughts drift, and he always drew me back. Dark green eyes probed my sleepy hazel ones. When he stared at me like that, I swore he could see into my soul.
“Morning Synclair,” he rasped palming my ass with one hand. I smirked. No awkward morning after here.
“Hey, hands off my ass Hudson,” I struggled to sound tough, but my voice held no heat. Instead, I grinned and curled up into his chest. It had been a long standing joke with us. In the six months that he had relentlessly pursued me, he had always found a reason to have his hands on my ass. In the beginning, I was furious, then I was peeved, and now I was turned on.
“I like this ass, and now that I finally have it naked, I intend to have my hands on it a lot,” he declared as he rolled me onto my back and began kissing my neck. Yes! Please!
It
was like a dream, a dream I never wanted to wake from. Especially since most of life had been a nightmare, I would gladly like to live in this fantasy world permanently. Things like this just don’t happen to me, not ever. Sure, I’m not dog ugly, with my unruly shoulder-length, curly red hair, hazel eyes, and button nose, I was pretty confident I fell in the cute, if she tried, level of life. My curvy hips and hourglass figure got attention, but I would never be like Barbie, that bitch had everything.
Sighing, I leaned my head back to give Reece better access to my neck, “Are you sore babe?” he whispered into my neck, his hot breath teasing my ear as he tugged my lobe.
“A little,” I conceded grudgingly. I blushed, and I never blush. I had waited 20 years to give up my virginity and last night could not have been more perfect. He had been seductive, gentle and attentive, and after the initial pain was over it had been pure bliss to have him inside me.
At first, I had been worried that his large member would never fit, thankfully Reece had driven me insane with his mouth and fingers before entering me. My mind had been distracted from the orgasms when his massive cock finally pushed past my virgin barrier. Just the thought made my panties flood with wetness.
“Synclair?” Reece stopped kissing my neck and peered at me, a serious face replacing the one that was filled with lust, merely minutes before.
I grimaced, something was wrong. He looked sad, essentially miserable. Had I done something wrong? Crap, maybe I was a terrible lover? Yet, he seemed content and satisfied only minutes ago.
“Reece, what is it?” I sat up, confusion registering on my face. I pulled the sheet up over my exposed breasts, suddenly feeling like I needed protection, but from what? I had no idea.
Reece dragged his hand through his dark hair; his eyes cast downward.
Now I was becoming uneasy; something was wrong, but what? I hastily ran over the events of last night in my mind. Nope, he was into it, that I knew. I replayed the last six months of our courtship.
He had been chasing me since school started in August. I had been the private, anti-social, nerdy kid in the back of the English lit and Latin classes we shared. My second day of class, I slammed into the room with a “don’t fuck with me vibe.” I felt like I didn’t belong with the ocean of people sitting around me who judged me by my old clothes. I couldn’t afford new clothes like the other kids, so I wore second-hand store Adidas, jeans and whatever shirt I could find that was clean. Armed with my brains and the chip on my shoulder I was resolved to keep my head in the books and make something of myself.
The initial two weeks of school Reece said nothing to me; girls constantly besieged him. Occasionally, in class he would shift his gaze to me, but as soon as our eyes met, he swung back to whatever flavor of the day he was screwing. Girls flocked to him, always feeling his biceps and acting like loons to get his dimpled smile to point in their direction.
It was the second or third week of class when I was running late; mom had been arrested for prostitution, and I had to take the bus to the jail to get her out. Luckily, I had just gotten paid. I didn’t want to touch the money that Uncle Jack had given me. He kept a certain amount in an account for me, just for these lovely occasions; but I didn’t want to spend it on my mom’s bail. Unfortunately, I had gotten home so late that I had collapsed into bed and woke up late for class.
Running for class, we smashed into each other when we struggled to get into the classroom at the same time. The only thing that saved me were his quick reflexes, which also allowed him to hold me up from hitting the ground, by my ass. I knew my ass was more than a handful, but it didn’t mean I wanted him and all his swagger judging me.
I was embarrassed, and when he made no move to withdraw his hands, I spat at him, “Hands off my ass Hudson.” Smirking, he removed one hand then moved the other to my waist. Bringing me upright, he winked one of those long-lashed, green eyes at me and gestured me in before him. Cheeks on fire, I ignored the stares from everyone and nearly threw myself into my chair.
After that, he sat next to me every day. I even changed places to escape him, but he only followed. I made it a point not to look at him. I didn’t see what he wanted. No one had ever shown interest in me before. While he wore jeans and in style t-shirts from stores like Gucci and Abercrombie and Fitch, I wore jeans from, Goodwill and Walmart with shirts I picked up at the Swap Meet. There was no doubt Reece came from money. I had heard him tell some big boobed, cheerleader that his family had an estate somewhere in Northern Nevada. He was here studying agriculture. It made me chuckle, who comes to Las Vegas to study agriculture? Still, I obviously did not come from money. I never knew my father; and my mother was a crack whore who had merely provided a roof over my head and a lot of “step” daddies.
I only had one road out, so I had thrown myself into my studies, occasionally sleeping in my high school principal’s office when we were between shithole hotels. The sole reason I graduated is that the owner of a Las Vegas restaurant told me I could come and eat at his place. I could have all I wanted as long as I did my homework while I was there and went to school every day.
He was also the only one at my graduation last June. I graduated with a 4.0 while living out of a dumpy hotel on the, not so glamourous side, of the Las Vegas Strip. It wasn’t the Bellagio or Caesar's Palace.
Let me explain, there are two strips in Vegas, the one the tourists see that is all glitz and glamor and the local’s strip, where the extended stay in hotels with free cockroaches are.
I grew up on the local’s side, not that I was complaining, everyone had bad stuff happen, and I was working on getting out. In fact, my grades and volunteer work at the Women’s Shelter got me a full scholarship to UNLV, then an Irish uncle I had never known had shown up just before college started and begged me to move in with him.
Happy to finally have someone other than my mother I started spending time with my Uncle Jack, whom I liked to call UJ, but decided to settle in the dorms. I had earned it with my scholarship after all.
Uncle Jack was incredible. He looked like a balding Jackie Gleason, with his plump belly and friendly blue eyes. When he laughed his whole body shook and when he smiled his whole face lit up. He didn’t say much about the family in San Francisco or back in Ireland, and he didn’t have an Irish accent, but he was my hero.
I was thrilled when he informed me he was opening the only Irish ran bar in Vegas, on the other end of the strip near the South Point Hotel and Casino. It wasn’t a coveted center strip position, but I felt he could make it work. What I was most enthusiastic about was that he was building two flats above the bar, one for me and one for himself. He included me as a permanent part of his life, and I couldn’t be happier.
My mom, on the other hand, had been furious that the brother she had never spoken of, and I guess didn’t like, was in my life. Apparently, mom and Uncle Jack came from money, and when their parents died in a boating accident, they both had inherited money.
My grandparents were both from Ireland but had moved to Northern California before mom was born. Only mom was already hooked on drugs when her inheritance check came through and spent hers. She pulled away from the family in California and followed some douchebag to Vegas so that she could become a showgirl.
Yeah, always thinking big, I reflected bitterly. Now that Uncle Jack was in town mom was pissed that he wouldn’t give her money. Mostly he offered me money for textbooks, bought me a laptop for school and even got me a credit card. I never told mom about the credit card because I know she’d steal it from me.
As soon as that apartment above the bar was built, I would finally have a home, somewhere where no one could kick me out. I couldn’t even count the times mom, and I had been kicked out of hotels we couldn’t pay for. Nothing was worse than a sheriff throwing your panties in a black rubbish bag, then throwing the bag in front of the door, to the room, you were being evicted out of. However, all that was the past! I had an Uncle, I was in college, and I had the hottest guy in the world
kissing my neck like a man consumed.
Obviously, I didn’t tell my mother these arrangements; she wanted me to go after her dream of being a showgirl. Not happening. When I was born my mother wanted me to have an active stage name so that I could follow in her, soon to be famous, footsteps. But it never happened, mom gave birth, named me Synclair and my douchebag dad took off.
Full lips nibbling at my neck brought me back to present, of course, the brilliant man in my bed didn’t know any of this. He was aware that I lived in the dorms; I was here on scholarship, and I loved wet, sloppy kisses. In fact, I mused, he had never inquired about my family, and I was grateful. If he realized what a street rat I had been, he wouldn’t have touched me with a ten-foot pole. But here he was, stroking my face, looking like something was eating at him.
Something about the expression on his face caused my heart to thump harder; something was clearly wrong. My instincts had saved my butt more than once in my life, and they were advising me that my perfect moment, my feeling that life was finally falling into place, was about to be demolished.
Reece grabbed my shoulders and spun me until we were nearly nose to nose. Sighing he laid his forehead against mine. I realized my breathing was rough, and my heart shot into my throat when he pressed his soft, full lips to mine. It was the sweetest kiss I’d ever had, but it felt like goodbye and not the beginning of what I thought was going to be a forever kind of relationship.
“You are so amazing, I just want to stay in this room forever, there is so much I need to tell you... I…” He was cut off when my dorm room door swung wide. Standing in the doorway were his three stupid friends, Ron, Ryan, and Keyvin. Fuck! I despised those guys, clearly I hadn’t locked the door, and the three stooges didn’t have the manners to freaking knock.
“What the hell? Get out,” I shrieked at the three yahoos, none of whom were staring at my face. I followed their gazes to my chest and realized I was perilously close to revealing my nipples to Reece’s basketball friends.
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