It’s the week before Reid is supposed to be on his way back to my bed. Carlos hasn’t brought up that night in his office, so I haven’t either. Kylie and I have spent the summer alternating split shifts, and today just so happens to be my turn at the wheel. I welcome the occasional day shift. New faces and nights off to watch television are like little presents I get to open twice a week. It’s the end of a very long day, and I’m getting ready to leave when I spot a leggy brunette at the end of the bar. Because I know Jaxon is busy restocking glasses, and I somehow inherited the good Samaritan gene from my grandma, I walk over and ask if she needs help. By the look on her face you’d think I had asked if she’d seen Bigfoot.
She rolls her eyes and looks down her nose at me. “Yeah. No thanks.”
Seriously? My inner thug wants to say, “Bitch please. We’re closed. You’re lucky I even asked,” but the angel on my shoulder quickly shoves a hand over her mouth.
Jaxon must have read my thoughts through my fake smile because he walks up, wiping the bottom of a margarita glass.
“I’ve got her, Maks. You can go,” he says with a smile.
Ohhhh. I get it now. She’s here for him. He can do so much better. Sure, she’s a supermodel on the outside, but she’s not winning any awards with that personality.
The brunette huffs a chuckle over the lip of her bottle of sparkling water. “Max? Your name is Max?”
I continue with my forced grin, “Actually it’s Makenna. Maks is just something my friends call me.” I tap the bar top with the palm of my hand and turn my attention to Jaxon. “Have a great night, Jax.” And without giving the woman any more underserved attention, I turn and walk out the door.
My shoes are off before I even make it home. The first thing I yearned for was a long hot shower—like, muscle soothing, skin reddening hot. The steam still fills the bathroom air long after I get out. I’m grabbing my pajamas off the bed when out of nowhere, a large hand covers my mouth while another pulls my arms together behind my back.
“Ssssshh,” a voice hisses into my ear.
The sound of my pulse pounds loudly in my ears, and my entire body is trembling as the flesh of a solid body presses against me from behind.
“Don’t move,” he whispers low in his throat as he frees my hands.
Reid.
He’s home. Oh my God, he’s finally home.
I turn to face him, but he grabs my shoulders and spins me back around. “I said don’t move.” His voice is slightly raised but still low and deep.
He’s completely naked and I am immediately burning with need for him. God, I have missed this man.
I stand completely still as he reaches around my front and unhooks the towel that separates my flesh from his, letting it fall into a puddle on the floor. He traces a fingertip from the base of my neck all the way down my spine then runs the palm of his rough hand over my butt. For a second, I wonder if he’s going to spank me. Or maybe I’m hoping he will, at least. He doesn’t.
His mouth finds the sensitive spot just below my ear, his teeth grazing the tender flesh as he plants rough, hot kisses there. His fingers grip my hip bone and pull me into him with one hand and with the other, he slides around and skims my lower stomach before reaching my swollen flesh. I throw my head back and moan at the sensation of his fingertips on my throbbing clit. The evidence that he’s just as hungry for this as I am, is pressing firmly against my backside, making me moan his name.
“I love the way you’re always so wet, so ready,” he says against my ear as a long finger slips inside of me, deeply, slowly.
My hips push back against him. Into him. My core begins to clench around him. His lips brush my temple and he withdraws his finger. “Oh no. Not yet, babygirl.” He turns me around and urges me onto the bed. “Lay down.”
I lie back and admire the perfect picture of masculinity standing in front of me. Every crease, every muscle, and every bulging vein teasing me, begging me to touch him. Reid flashes his trademark smile then takes me by the ankles and slides me to the edge of the bed.
“I believe I owe you a birthday present,” he says through a grin.
A split second later he is on his knees between my thighs, his expert tongue licking and fucking until I’m ready to scream. My hands clench the sheets, and my body writhes with every lap of his tongue. He pulls gently on my clit with his teeth, and I close my eyes and get lost in the waves of pleasure exploding in every cell in my body. As soon as my legs stop quivering, I sit up and look at the man I love more than life itself.
“Would you mind leaving, then coming in again, just like that?” My words are breathless.
Reid licks his lips and grins. “If that’s what you want,” he says, “Or… we could just pick up where I left off.” He climbs up and crawls onto the bed, sliding us both toward the headboard as he does. The feel of his hard body on top of mine sends tiny waves of aftershock crashing through my veins.
“I guess that could work too.”
“What about this?” he asks, parting my thighs and settling between them. The thick head of his erection teases my greedy opening. “Could this work?”
My legs wrap around his waist as my hips lift off the mattress to welcome him inside. Yes.
A rush of sheer pleasure sends a shudder through my still sensitive body. “More,” I breathe.
He drives into me. Hard. Fast. My legs open wider. My back arches. I need more of him. I need all of him. His mouth finds mine, and I feel his entire body stiffen on top of me when he comes. The feral groan in my mouth sends me over the edge. Pulsing. Throbbing. Clenching. For him.