Page 55 of Free Fall

Now that I see him above me, it feels right. It feels like what I’ve wanted for a long time. He inches closer. I feel the head of his cock rub against me, and I inhale sharply. “Condom, Reid. Condom.”

He narrows his eyes at me, but then it must dawn on him.

Yeah, I am so not on birth control. This is my first time.

He pauses for a brief moment, but then gets off the couch. “One second,” he says.

He strides away, the muscles in his ass on display for me, but then I hear him run through the house, all the way up the stairs, then back down again before he stops and strides right back into the room, catching me staring at the ceiling smiling. I haven’t moved an inch since he left, and he smiles predatorily at me.

“I’m sorry,” he says, shaking his head. “I should have thought of that.”

I return the gesture, then watch as he rips the package open and runs the condom down his length, stroking himself more while he leans over me. He kisses the tip of my nose, and I feel him at my entrance again, this time with the rubber securely fastened.

“Ready?”

I nod, bracing myself on the couch when I feel the head of his cock push inside. Then there’s more of him. More and more until he presses hard once, and my head drops back at the feel of him inside me.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I moan. There was a slight pinch, but in reality, I feel filled. I feel…wow. Reid’s inside me. I nod. “It’s good. I’m good.”

He starts to move cautiously, but his face is strained. He keeps a slow rhythm until his body starts to shake. Then, he kicks it up a few hundred notches, slamming into me. “Fuck, Briar.” He does it again and again.

My hands slide up his back, then down to his ass where my fingers grab hold, moving with him, even encouraging him to go faster. Seeing him struggle to restrain himself sends a wicked heat through me.

“Fucking tight.”

I glance up while he moves over me. As I watch, he tries to smooth his face out, but fails. His body takes over. He trembles and shakes, several moans passing from his lips before his cock jerks inside me. He stops and presses into me, then with a few, short pumps, he collapses on top of me, his breath rattling out of him. I’ve seen Reid play football games all his life and have barely seen him out of breath, but right now, today, over this, he’s sucking in air. When his breathing returns to a somewhat normal state, his lips capture mine, needy and hot. He kisses me thoroughly, a clash of tongues and lips that has us breathing hard against one another.

He pulls out of me and sits up. I pull my legs out from under him, resting my knees against the couch to look him in the eyes. When he can barely meet my gaze for longer than a few seconds, I reach out and grab his hand that’s resting on my knee. “What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head.

“Don’t lie to me,” I tell him.

His throat works. “It’s just Brady, I guess. He told me not to.”

I sit up, holding his hand to my chest, clasped securely between my own. “Don’t do that,” I say. “He would’ve been fine with it. I swear.”

“I hope so,” he says, then he does meet my stare head-on. “Because I’m not letting you go, Briar Page. You’re mine.”

Heat whips through me like an electric shock. That was just my first time, and I have no idea if I’ll be sore, but right now, with the look he’s giving me, I feel like I could go again.

On the TV, the corny hip hop song comes on, signaling the end of the film. Reid reaches over and stops the movie before pulling the condom off and throwing it on top of one of the empty cans of soda on the coffee table. He switches out the movies, then returns, sliding in behind me on the couch and pulling me to his chest whileThe Gooniesstarts.

I don’t last very long. I don’t know if it’s Reid’s strong arms around me or just the peacefulness that surrounds me after what we’ve done, but I only get through the opening of the movie before my eyes drift shut and I’m lulled asleep by the steady rhythm of Reid’s heart behind me.

24

The next couple of days are spent exploring one another on a whole other level. I’ve been through a great deal of emotions with Reid since I’ve known him. Brotherly love, friendship, and yes, even hate, but this, this right here is by far the best. I didn’t know someone who wasn’t family could become so important to me. That I would literally want to hold onto him every chance I got. The best part about it is that I’m not trying to do it to recover from Brady’s death. No, this is something else entirely. Being with Reid is making me feel so much more than just “better”.

I blink awake Monday morning. At first, I don’t realize what woke me. My hair is mussed over my face, and my legs are tangled up in his sheets and his legs. We tried yet another different position last night as Reid continues to give me a crash course in sex, “bringing me up to speed” as he calls it. I can’t say I mind, but I do mind being woken up from a peaceful sleep.

“Reid,” I hear. “Up. Now.”

My heart sinks. It’s Mrs. Parker. Holy shit. I’m so fucking naked right now.

She must kick the edge of the mattress because the whole bed moves. “Reid. Now. I told you I didn’t want her in our house.”

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