As for me?
I think the rest of today can be spent doing the complete opposite.
She’s said it herself.
There’s plenty of other stuff we can do, and she has asked me to show her the ropes after all.
All that really matters is having her with me.
If that also just happens to mean using her pussy as a snorkel for the day?
I can live with that.
Chapter Fourteen
Piper
I don’t know if it’s just the man himself, what he’s unleashed in me.
Or it could be the way he’s being so secretive about everything that’s turning me on so much.
Either way, by the time I manage to get ready in record time and put one foot in front of the other, I can’t control myself once I’m in Reeve’s truck.
I’m taking a chance by only throwing on the bare minimum of clothing, not even bothering with underwear.
I’m assuming that the ‘work’ Reeve has planned for me today is easily enough done, mostly on my back or even on all fours hopefully.
Just when things are going the way I’d hoped, Reeve suddenly stops, muttering something about having to get me somewhere more private as he shifts his truck into gear and takes off.
For a second it feels like I’ve done something wrong.
Like maybe he really did want me to do regular work for him today after all.
But that unmistakable tent in his jeans and the low growl in his voice as he explains makes me feel even more excited, knowing he’s racing me somewhere safer.
“Somewhere more private where it’ll be just the two of us,” he mutters.
“You didn’t camp out in your truck all night, did you?” I have to ask him, noticing his unshaved face and the same clothes he wore last night.
Unusual for a man like Reeve.
His mouth pulls into a satisfied smile, answering me without words and looking like a man who’s done his duty well and knows it.
I know better than to paw at him while he’s driving too.
Reeve is a man who can multitask without issues, but when he’s focused on me physically? It’s a hundred and twenty percent.
Not something he’ll risk while driving.
One thing I know he can do when he drives is answer the phone, so I notice it big time when he hits the mute button on his steering wheel once the ring tone fills his truck. I can see the pained look he gets when he does so. Wondering why he won’t answer.
Is it because of me?
Is it because it’s a Sunday and he’s having a day off?
A dozen possibilities race through my mind as I watch him mute another three calls in a row.
I don’t say anything, but it does kinda kill the mood.
In a few moments, I’ve gone from can’t wait to get to his house to wishing I’d dressed properly.
“It’s not you,” Reeve sighs. “It’s Rhys trying to call me… I just can’t talk to him right now.”
“So it is because of me?” I ask, knowing that Reeve would never deliberately not answer a call from his best friend and brother in arms.
They’ve been friends forever and I can just tell this is the first time he’s ignored Rhys’s call.
Ever.
Reeve only smiles to himself, but it’s an ironic almost bittersweet look.
“Okay, so maybe it is about you. But not anything you’ve done,” he admits, shooting me a glance that tells me he means that.
“Rhys and I? We’re like brothers. And we used to tell each other everything,” he continues.
“Until he started dating my mom,” I chime in, almost groaning audibly. But Reeve corrects me.
“Until they got engaged,” he explains.
“Since they got engaged and this wedding has taken over both their lives, I feel like I’ve lost Rhys in a strange kind of way. But that’s not a bad thing…” Reeve reflects, making me ask why.
“Because I have you,” he tells me, a matter of fact. “Because all this wedding business brought you to me, us. To each other.”
I feel touched, but also bad in another way.
“I don’t want to come between you and Rhys,” I blurt out, dreading being a third wheel all over again.
“You won’t,” Reeve promises. “Rhys has been kinda different anyway since he met your mom and yeah, way different since they got engaged,” he admits.
As though he’s voicing a long-held thought for the first time.
“And when he finds out about us?” I have to ask, swallowing as I think just how my mom will react.
Because it’s not a matter of if we get caught doing what we’re doing, it’s a matter of when.
And it’s not being caught anyway. Reeve has already spelled it out.
Once all this wedding stuff with my mom dies down, it’ll be our turn to make some announcements.
Like me moving in with Reeve instead of mom and Rhys for starters.
Reeve slows the truck, pulling over on the side of the road.