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“I don’t expect you to fix anything.”
“Good. I’m not a fixer.”
“What are you?”
I hold her gaze. “Someone who doesn’t like bullies.”
She nods like she already knew that. And maybe she did. But for now, it’s enough for both of us.
Nine
Although Kristin’s voice is soft, it cuts through the quiet. “Can you just… help me forget all of this for a little while?”
Her eyes are glassy, and her mouth is tight with the kind of restraint I know too well. That look like she’s barely holding herself together. I’ve worn it. Slept in it. Bled with it. I nod once, slowly. “Yeah. I can do that.” The truth is, I want to do more than only help her forget. I want to rewrite the whole damn script, but I’ve learned not to want things I can’t promise to keep.
She exhales, but it’s not relief. Not yet. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for, not really, but I do. I know exactly what to give her. Moving back, just enough to give her space, I tilt my chin toward the bathroom. “Stay right there,” I say, voice low. “Don’t move. Don’t think. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Her brows pull together, but she doesn’t argue. She doesn’t ask what I’m doing but only watches me cross the room with those big, bourbon-colored eyes. It’s like she knows whatever’s coming will be better than the ache she’s sitting in now. I grab one of my saddlebags from beside the bed and step into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. After setting the bag on the counter, I unzip it. My gear’s neatly packed. It’s a habit from the Army. I push aside my extra T-shirt, my small med kit, thefolding knife I hope I never have to use, and my fingers wrap around the harness. Black leather, soft in all the right places. For a second, a vision of Jax fills my head, but I smile and push it away to focus on the thick, curved, matte-black dildo with a base that is made to be snug against my clit when I ride someone hard enough.
Once I’ve stripped down to bare skin, I slide the harness up my thighs and over my hips, cinching it tight. In the mirror, the dildo juts forward, solid and ready, and I take a second to adjust the straps until it sits just right. Low, and snug, pressing against me in a way that already makes my pulse thrum. I roll my hips once, testing the weight, the feel, and I recognize this is not only about the sex. It’s about control. About giving someone what they need and taking what I want. And right now, what I want is to make Kristin forget everything but the way I feel inside her. It’s not just anticipation, it’s the sense of control, of clarity. Out there in the world, everything can be hazy, but here, right now, I know exactly who I am and what I want to give her.
Pulling my jeans back on over the harness, the bulge is barely visible, but I know it’s there. She will too and that’s part of the game. I scrub a hand through my hair, take one last look in the mirror, and open the door. She’s moved and is perched on the edge of the bed, legs crossed at the ankles, hands resting in her lap like she’s praying I’ll deliver on the promise I didn’t say out loud. Her eyes drop to the bulge in my jeans. Then back up to my face. She swallows hard.
“Stand up,” I say, voice low and even. She does, but slowly, like she’s unsure what is about to happen next.
Reaching for the hem of her blouse, I tug it with one finger. “Remove this,” I say, and she does. She’s wearing a soft black bra underneath. “Now your pants.” She slips out of them, revealing a matching pair of black panties. She’s fucking stunning, and Itake a step closer until our bodies almost touch. “You sure you want this?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
After a beat, she nods. “I want you.”
I feel her words right in my chest, but I don’t say anything. For now, I just believe her. Reaching, I slide my hands to the hem of her bra, fingers brushing the soft skin of her ribs. I lift it slowly, dragging it up over her breasts, watching her nipples pebble in the cool air until it is off and I drop it to the floor. Taking my time, I kiss the swell of one breast, then the other.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur against her skin.
She laughs, but it’s shaky. “You’re biased.”
“Maybe.” I kiss her neck, her collarbone, trail my tongue along the line of her throat. She tilts her head to give me better access, her breath catching when I suck gently at the spot just below her ear. My hands roam down her sides and over her hips, until I reach the waistband of her panties where I hook my thumbs in the lace and pull them down slowly. She steps out of them, bare now, flushed and breathing heavy. I step back enough to look at her. Really look. Her legs, long and strong. Her waist, soft and inviting. Her eyes, dark with want.
I guide her backward until the backs of her knees hit the bed. She sits, then lies back, propped on her elbows, legs still dangling off the edge. I kneel in front of her, my hands sliding up her calves, over her knees, spreading her thighs wide.
“Reggie…” she breathes.
I lean in and kiss the inside of her thigh, then the other. I don’t go straight for her pussy. Not yet. I want her shaking before I even push inside. Dragging my tongue up the crease where her leg meets her hip, I kiss the bone jutting from her pelvis. She’s already wet. I smell the scent of her, and I press my mouth to her, licking through her swollen lips, tasting every part of her. She cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“Please,” she gasps. “I need—”
Pulling back, my lips wet, I lock my eyes on hers. “You need what?”
She moans, hips lifting. “I need you inside me.”
Goddamn. I stand, unbutton my jeans, and let them fall. The strap-on springs free, thick and dark. She’s already so wet there’s no need for lube. Her eyes go wide at the sight of the strap-on and her breath catches.
“Oh my God,” she whispers. “Yes. Yes.”
Stepping between her legs, I lift them and hook her ankles over my shoulders. She’s open to me now, wide and wanting, and I guide the head of the toy to her entrance. I push in slowly. Inch by inch. Her mouth falls open, her back arches, and a low moan slipping from her lips.
“Jesus, Reggie…”
Thrusting deeper, I bury the strap-on inside her until my hips meet hers. I can tell from the resistance she’s tight, her body gripping the shaft. I start to move slowly at first, dragging out every stroke, watching her head drop back against the pillow as I hit that spot deep inside her. Her legs tremble against my shoulders, her hands clawing at the sheets.
