Reed’s orgasm hits first. His jaw clenches as he glances down at our bodies meeting and then looks back up and into my eyes. Feeling his cock throbbing, knowing that he’s spilling himself inside me, sets mine off, and my mouth falls open as I come around him, my body sucking him in deeper with each contraction.
“Fuck,” he hisses, kissing my lips one last time before he buries his head in the crook of my neck and rides the rest of our pleasure out for both of us in deep thrusts.
I stroke his hair, my chest heaving up and down as I try to take in air and slow my pounding heart. I relish the feel of him, buried deep, his body connected with mine. Hot, strong, and big.
Perfect.
“You put everyone else first. I’m so in awe of you, Harls.” Reed’s voice drifts over my neck slowly, a soft caress, as he tilts his head and dusts his lips over the dip beneath my ear. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”
“For you, yes,” I whisper, pressing my nose into his hair, content to be held close. To feel his arms around me again. To have his body inside mine again.
To feel his heart thumping in his chest, against me.
“Thank you. I know it hasn’t been easy for you.”
His lips graze along my jaw, and I allow my eyes to flutter closed, lost in the softness of his kiss.
“It’s been harder for you.”
His shoulders stiffen beneath my arms and his grip on me tightens.
“It’s about to get even worse…” He pauses. “I have to let go, Harley.”
Let go?
“What do you mean, let go? What’s—”
The sound of voices coming up the path outside makes us freeze.
My eyes pop, panic gripping me. “It’s Suze and the kids,” I hiss.
I push against Reed’s chest so he will put me down, and I scrabble on the floor, grabbing my sweatpants and pulling them on. My panties are twisted and in no fit state to wear. I swing my head around wildly, looking for somewhere to stuff them because my sweatpants have no pockets.
Reed calmly extracts them from my panicked hands and slides them into the pocket of his suit pants. All he’s had to do is zip up his pants and straighten his tie and he looks as good as ever. A vision in a suit that fits every hardened plane of his toned physique like a glove. Even his hair looks good, all sexily mussed up, like he’s stepped out of a high-end salon. I don’t need to look in the mirror to know that my cheeks are flushed far too pink, my hair probably resembles a bird’s nest, and my lips are likely a deep pink and swollen from all the kissing.
Suze will take one look at me and know exactly what’s been going on.
The front door flies opens, and Mason and Emmerson barrel in, dumping their school backpacks on the floor as Suze bustles in behind them, muttering something to herself about schools being assholes.
“Hello,” Mason and Emmerson call before they run past us toward the kitchen.
“Hello,” Reed answers, his lips twitching as he watches them go, completely unfazed by him being in their hallway.
“They’re hungry. You’re lucky you even got a hello. A grunt would be classed as sophisticated conversation for them at this stage,” Suze says, looking from Reed to me.
Her eyes linger on my face, and I pull my tender bottom lip into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue. I know she can tell that Reed was biting and sucking on it only seconds ago. Suze could be a human lie detector. Maybe it’s a mom thing. She has this skill for knowing when people have been up to something.
My eyes dart to the wall before I can control myself. Suze doesn’t miss it and her brows incline subtly as she follows my gaze.
“Mom,” a voice screeches from the kitchen. “You said you’d make us something to eat.”
“I’m coming,” Suze calls back. “Shall I make some for you as well, or have you already eaten something?” Her eyes glint as she looks at Reed, who’s running his thumb over his lips, looking deep in thought.
I wonder if he can still taste me on him.
“Mom,” the voice shrieks again.
“I said I’m coming.” She looks between us one last time, a soft smile spreading over her face. “Nice to see you, Reed.”