Page 33 of His Ex's Little Sister
He turns to face me. “You’re not planning to show up for your gig tonight,areyou?”
“Well, let’s see. I don’t own a single guitar anymore, but like I’m starting to see now, I’m lucky to be alive, and my voice didn’t go up in flames, so the singing will continue. I need the cash morethanever.”
“Don’t you have renters’ insurance for your apartmentcontents?”
“I do, but I’ve been squirreling away my tips in a jar at home. A couple thousand dollars down the drain, just like that. I’m an idiot,right?”
“No. You’re not.” Leaning one hip against the counter, his free hand wanders into my hair. It’s the first time that I welcome his touch by leaning the side of my face toward the warmth of his hand. “You just have bad taste in men,” hejokes.
“I deserve that. Just be sure to put yourself in thepiletoo.”
Reid flashes me a grin. “So…what are yousaying?”
He pulls me into his arms. I don’t give him an ounce of resistance. There’s no fight left in me. I just want strong arms around me and a warm body to hold metight.
I put my coffee mug down beside me again, burying the side of my head into his chest. “I’m saying…I don’t know.” It takes me a long moment, but I tilt my head up to look him in the eye. “Maybe I’m not saying anything at all. Maybe I’m tired oftalking,Reid.”
He relieves himself of his coffee cup too, and runs his hands down my arms, wrapping them around my waist. His gaze is intense, like a laser that bores heat right through me as he takes it all in. My body temperature rises. I don’t care that he’s probably slept with more women than the population of Nevada—and mysister.
I’m about to break two cardinal rules. Never sleep with your big sister’s ex-boyfriend, and never get into bed with a scorching hot, sexy, womanizing manwhore. But rules have been broken in getting me here. Rules like never torch an ex-girlfriend’s place with a Molotov cocktail, never mess with an ex-girlfriend’s livelihood, never kill an ex’s spirit by destroying her means to make the music that calms her soul. And for Reid’s father, never harm a helpless child. Now, I’m ready to break some rules too, especially when breaking them can lead to some healing on both ourparts.
I rationalize that it’s probably a good thing that Reid doesn’t want to put downroots.
I don’teither.
For the moment, all I want is arelease.
Reid tightens his grip around my waist. He lifts me up until my feet are off the ground. I wrap my legs around his hips and tuck my head into his neck, soaking up the warmth of his chest and arms. With a half-turn, he starts walking. We’re out of the kitchen, in his bedroom and on his king-size bed innotime.
He gets into bed beside me. I can tell he doesn’t plan on rushing this. My guess is he wants to make sure this is what I want. Hell, I really do, and second-guessing myself is off the table now that my judgment is clouded, my knees are weak, and my core is screaming for him. Reid pulls me in closer. My foot instinctively slides up along the sinewy muscles of his calf. It moves higher still, to his dense, bunched, corded thigh muscles. I don’t stop until the back of my heel digs into the small of his back, with my mound pressed firmly at his thick, hardenedgroinarea.
I tilt my head up to meet his darkened, half-lidded eyes. Licking my lips, I give him a subtle nod as my hand skims down his chest. Reid clamps his hand over mine when I make it past his abs to the waistband of his sweatpants. His eyes search mine, but he doesn’t speak. I nod again, smiling slightly at the raspy groan that escapes his throat. His other hand runs up my back and winds its way through my hair. With a tug on my hair that I don’t expect, he smashes his mouthtomine.
Parting my lips, I let the moment and our bodies take us where they want to go. Reid rolls on top of me, pulling my hand that’s over his groin up over my head and pinning both hands to that spot with one of his. I sigh into his mouth as the searing hot skin of his chest rubs against my breasts through my t-shirt, causing my nipples to tighten until they’re hard, needy pebbles desperate for his hands to touch and his mouth totaste.
Without ending the kiss, he grinds his hardness against my mound. It takes all my will not to beg him to rip off our clothes and take care of the throbbing between my legs. But I don’t want to talk. I love our hushed breaths, sighs, hisses, groans and moans that fill the air around us like its own instrumental music. With a tug, Reid grips the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head. He removes the rest of our clothes with an impatience that sends a thrill of need up and down my back. Soon his tongue is traveling from my mouth, down my neck and stops at one nipple with a rough, heated flick that makes me cry out with pleasure. He gently closes his lips over the nipple and sucks hard, so hard that I arch my back off the bed from the contrast insensation.
I want him to bury his manhood deep inside of me right thisinstant.
Foreplay can be postponed, forChrist’ssake.
Postplaysoundsbetter.
He must want the same thing, because he stretches a hand over to his night stand, returning it with a strip of condoms. I’m shivering with need. I want to be the one who rolls that condom up his shaft, but his hand shill has both of mine pinned above my head. Reid is not ready to let go of the reins just yet. So far, he knows all the right places to touch, so I let him continue, in spite of the grinding of my hips for morecontact.
Reid takes the signal. Moving off from my breasts, and without releasing my hands, he lifts his torso up off me, rips open a condom with his teeth, and rollsoneon.
I almost quiver through an orgasm when he grabs my hips and flips me over onto my stomach. Almost. Lifting my ass high in the air, Reid gets behind me, pressing his cock at my center. He bends forward and kisses the spot on my spine between my shoulder blades. That kiss trails up to my neck, and turns into a wicked bite that sends me completely out of my mind. I’m panting heavily, pressing my ass backward, ready to plead for mercy, hoping he’ll takemehard.
Themercyfuck.
I ain’t too proud to ask for itrightnow.
A whimper leaves my lips when his hand grips into my hair and wraps a handful around his fist. With a long groan, he positions his hardness at my opening. I can’t wait. My hands and knees push into the mattress and I thrust my ass into him as he sinks insideofme.
Jesus, Mary, andJoseph.
He’s thick, hard and fillsmeup.
