Page 106 of Complete Me
Reid sits back up, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck, his mouth finding my own, tongue spearing into my mouth so I can taste myself on him. I eagerly suck his tongue into my mouth as his free hand makes quick work of his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free his huge cock.
He’s driving into me a moment later, filling me completely. He fucks me hard and possessively, driving into me at a brutal pace. I cling to him, hanging on for dear life. My legs burn in this position, but it feels so fucking good.
“Fuck, Kins, I’m not gonna last. You’re so fucking wet, so tight. You’re pussy is squeezing me too fuckin’ good.”
“Good, baby. Come for me. Let me feel you come,” I beg, my lips against his ear. My teeth scrape against his lobe,nipping at him. Reid readjusts us, pulling my legs to drape over his forearms instead. He hauls me up so I’m suspended in the air, my hands wrapped around his neck as he lifts me up to his tip and then drops me back down. He continues that way, bouncing me up and down on his length, the head of his dick hitting that sweet spot inside me that has me floating away.
I come with a scream, my pussy clenching hard around him, and his movements stutter, as if it’s harder to move inside me.
“Oh shit, that’s my girl, milking her man, pulling the cum from me.”
His deep, masculine moan reverberates through his chest as his orgasm pulses through him. His eyes don’t leave mine as he fills me up, hot splashes of cum hitting my insides. I love every single minute of it.
“Jesus Christ, Kins, you’re so fuckin’ good. It’s just so damn good. You’ve made me an addict.”
“Likewise, baby, likewise.”
The sun starts to set as we get on the bike and take the drive to the opposite side of town to my parents’ house. I’m eager to experience having him there with me, but slightly nervous to see my parents. They’re the most supportive, loving people on the planet, and I know they both already love him. But to love him for me is an entirely different story.
We pull up to the open property, wild lupines lush with pinks, purples, and blues leading the way. My parents are already on the deck waiting as Reid brings us to a stop, steadying the bike with his feet on the ground so I can climb off first. I can feel the weight of their stare as I wait for Reid to join me, his leg swinging over the bike, his big hand clasping mine.
“Reid Knight,” my mom says with all the love and heart in the world as she walks right past her only daughter with her arms stretched wide. Reid doesn’t miss a beat, his arms wrapping around her.
“Hi, Mrs. Amy,” he says as he bends way down to give her a hug.
“I was hoping it would be you,” she says as she releases him, her hand reaching up to cup his face. Reid visibly stumbles backward at her words.
“Mom?” I ask, looking back and forth between the two of them. Reid’s expression is pure shock, his eyes welling with unshed tears.
She points at his chest with her finger right above his heart. “You are perfect for my daughter. I hope your heart is healing after everything you’ve lost.”
“Lost?”
“You all may have been too young or too preoccupied to pay attention to the news, but I remember. I’ve always known about your missing sister, but knew you needed space to heal in your own way. I also know wherever she may be, that she would be proud of you and would want to see you finally living and to be happy.”
“Mom . . .” I gasp, putting my hands over my mouth, Reid’s tears finally falling over the rim.
“That means more to me than you’ll ever know, Mrs. Amy.”
“You’ve always been a part of this family, Reid. I’m happy to make it official now that you’ve fallen for my daughter.”
“I agree,” my dad says. “You’re a damn good man.” He reaches out to shake Reid’s hand and then pulls me into the best, fatherly hug. I take in a deep inhale of his sweet, woodsy scent that reminds me so much of a rickhouse. Like the whiskey barrels have permanently soaked into his body and are as much a part of him as he is them.
My mom reaches for Reid again, hugging her with all the love and strength that only a mother can. My mom grabs his hand and pulls him behind her into the house. I follow, my heart in my throat.
The noise hits me before I see them all. Sunday dinner at my parents’ house is complete and utter chaos. Which is exactly how it has always been, and I would expect nothing less. My niece, Charlotte, comes barreling through the house, nearly knocking Reid out by the knees as she skitters across the hardwood floors in her socks, her dog, Billy, hot on her heels.
“Aunty Kins!” she squeals as she wraps her arms around my waist.
“Charlie! How’s my favorite five-year-old?”
“I’m the best! Dad said we couldn’t bring Sewer, and I said that was rude. ’Cause now she’s lonely at our house by herself, but we couldn’t leave Garbage?—”
“Charlotte Sidney! What are their names?”
“Garbage and Sewer!” she yells back with the sweetest giggle, her hand clapping over her mouth. Liam stands from his stool at the bar and quickly snatches her off her feet, flipping her upside down.
“Okay, then! Remember, you brought this on yourself, munchkin!” he tells her while she screeches and squeals. “Listen up, everybody! This one thinks it’s funny to name things where they were born or found, so effective immediately, Charlotte Sidney is now to be known as . . .” He pauses and waves his hand for us to fill in the blank. We all collectively holler, “KITCHEN!”
