Alexa
FOR THE NEXT week, I saw Reese every evening for dinner. He’d also brought me another burner phone so that I could call him if I needed to. We had our private time in the office just outside the chapel, and I relished it, even if I was forced to make love to him on a hard floor. I didn’t mind. I just wanted to be with him.
The Saturday after our reunion, however, was a little different. I had been given permission to leave the Abbey for an overnight with Reese. I’m not sure if the Reverend Mother knew it was an overnight with Reese, or how much she knew about the whole affair in general, but I didn’t care. It was an overnight. With my man. I almost peed with excitement.
I didn’t have a whole lot in the way of street clothes… I hadn’t been able to take anything with me, so I was stuck with what I had been wearing when I came to my new home, and what I’d been able to procure from the donations pile. One pair of jeans, one pair of yoga pants, a couple of T-shirts and underwear, and a coat. Bare bones, considering I used to love to shop and had required two closets for all of my crap. I suppose I probably still loved to shop… I just hadn’t done it in a while.
I did have some makeup and hair products, so I took special care with those… I shouldn’t have, however. As soon as Reese arrived, he shoved a brunette wig and baseball hat toward me. “Disguise.”
“But… but I look really good,” I complained. “This will ruin it.”
He chuckled. “Baby, you always look good. And you can fix your hair at my place.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Fine, but I’m doing this under protest.”
“Noted.”
He helped me with the wig, which made me itch almost immediately, then he set the baseball cap on my head and took my hand. “You look gorgeous. Weird, but still gorgeous.”
“Why weird?”
“Because my woman’s blonde. I like blonde. You’re just not a brunette. How will I find you in a crowd?”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re not going to leave my side, so you won’t have to find me in a crowd.”
He grinned, leaning down to kiss me gently. “Good answer.”
I squeezed his hand and we headed down into the tunnels. I shivered. They gave me the creeps.
“You scared?”
“You know how I feel about dark, creepy places.”
He wrapped his arm around me. “I’ve got you.”
I felt for the holster he usually kept on his waist and relaxed. “Okay, you’re packin’, I’m good.”
He chuckled quietly. “The things your mouth does with words, baby…”
“I’ll show you what my mouth does with other things, sugar bear, as soon as you get me the hell out of this place.”
He kissed my temple and led me through the tunnels and several locked gates, then we exited out of a storm drain and into a wooded area. Of course, Reese made me wait before I was allowed out of the storm drain, so he could check the area.
“You’re not expecting me to walk through the forest, are you?”
He chuckled, but didn’t answer my question.
“Sugar bear,” I said as saccharinely as I could. He didn’t answer. “Um, sweetie pie?”
He grinned and shook his head.
“Ohmigod, you do expect me to walk through the forest.”
“Lex.” He stopped walking and faced me. “I know you. I know your aversion to walking. How about you just relax for a bit, yeah?”
“I’d relax more if you gave me a play-by-play of what we were doing.”
He dropped his head back and stared at the trees. “Patience is a virtue. Patience is a virtue,” he chanted.
I smacked his chest and he laughed, dropping his head down again to kiss me.
“Reese,” I hissed, breaking the kiss. “How far do we have to walk?”
“Not far.”
“Less than a mile?”
“Less than a half a mile,” he said.
“Oh, okay. That’s fine.”
“Is it, m’lady?”
“Bite me, sugar bear.”
He kissed me again and things got heated enough that we had to break apart… leaving me panting to catch my breath.
“Can’t wait to get you into my bed.”
“So you can bite me?” I asked, hopefully.
“So I can keep you naked for an entire night.” He cocked his head. “Since when do you like biting?”
I saw his face redden a little and I shook my head. “I don’t know if I like being bitten, I just figured since it’s you, and I love being spanked, we could try it.”
“Fuck me, Lex. We’re tryin’ to make a break for it and you get all sexy right now?”
“Sorry not sorry.” I bit my lip and smiled. “But, seriously…the biting.”
He took a second to adjust himself and then focused on me again. “Biting might be on the table, depending on how you handle walking through the forest.”
“That’s blackmail.”
“No doubt,” he agreed. “But it’s really up to you, baby. Do you want to be spanked or bitten?”
Hell, yes, I did. However, I shrugged and said, “Whatever.”
“My bike’s just up here.”
“We’re taking your bike?”
“Yep.”
I bit my lip. I’d missed his bike.
“Is there a problem?” he asked. I could tell his patience was wearing thin.
“Other than the fact I might come the second I’m on it?” I murmured. “No.”
“Control yourself, baby. Your orgasms belong to me.”
“Does the bike belong to you?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Baby, it’s the same bike I’ve had since we were kids.”
I shrugged. “Well, then if I come on the back of it, technically, it belongs to you.”
“Fair enough.”
I grinned in triumph. “I’m really glad to be back on your bike, honey.”
“Me too, Lex.” He stopped walking and turned to face me. “No one else has been on it since you.”
I dropped my head to his chest. “I’m really happy to hear that.”
He lifted my head and kissed me gently. “I love you, baby.”
“Love you too.”
He kissed me again and we continued to where he’d left his bike. I was almost as excited to get on the back of his Harley as I was to spend the night with him… almost. I loved riding with him. It was my second favorite thing to do.
Reese handed me a full cover helmet and I had to figure out how to get it over my wig. Luckily, he allowed me to remove my hat, but he made sure the wig hung down my back. I suppose to make it look like a brunette was on the back of his bike.
Admittedly, after the last couple of years of hiding out, I was no longer surprised by any of the strange subterfuge methods people used to keep me safe.
I hugged Reese tight as we rode through the streets of Portland and into Vancouver, Washington. I wasn’t familiar with the little suburb by the Columbia River, but we drove up to a little one-story house and the garage door opened. Reese pulled into the garage and tapped my leg for me to get off the bike. I dismounted and he killed the engine and set the kickstand down. Once he closed the garage door, he pulled off his helmet and helped me with mine.
“This is your house?” I asked.
“Yeah, baby. Do you like it?”
I nodded. “From the outside it looks gorgeous. I didn’t think you’d ever move to Vancouver, though.”
“Ryder and Sadie bought a house up here, so a couple of us followed.”
“Ahh, that makes sense.” I grinned. “You and Ryder and your bromance.”
He chuckled. “He’s my brother, baby.”
“I know. I get it.”
He took my hand and kissed the palm gently. “Come in and I’ll show you around.”
“What about my bag?”
“I’ll get it later.”
I nodded and followed him into the house expecting to find a bachelor pad… it was not. It was adorable. “Reese, this place is so cute.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Cute?”
“Okay, maybe not ‘cute.’ Manly, but still very showhome-esque.” I giggled. “I was expecting a messy bachelor pad.”
He grinned, leaning down to kiss me quickly. “The plan has always been to flip this place, so I had to appeal to buyers.”
“You did all this work?”
“With a little help from the guys, yeah,” he said. “Come see the view.”
He led me onto the back deck that overlooked the river and I gasped. “Reese, it’s incredible.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close, kissing my temple. “Yeah.”
“Do you have to flip it?”
“No, why?”
I smiled up at him. “I want to live here.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded.
“You gonna marry me?”
“Probably not,” I breathed out.
“What the fuck?”
I patted his chest. “You haven’t asked.”
He grinned. “I’ll figure out how to fix that.”
“That’d be good, honey.”
He gave me one more squeeze and then we headed back inside. “You can take the wig off, Lex.”
“Oh, thank God.” I ripped it off my head and dropped it onto the sofa.
“If you go outside, though, you need to put it back on.”
I cocked my head. “Are you worried about drones?”
“And passing boats… and zoom lenses,” he admitted.
“I’ll be careful, Reese. I promise.”
“Thanks, baby.” He stroked my cheek. “I have a surprise for you.”
I clapped my hands. “I love surprises.”
“I know you do.”
He took my hand and led me down a bright hallway and into what appeared to be the master bedroom. The king-sized bed sat against the back wall facing sliding glass doors that opened onto the deck we had just been standing on. There were shear curtains that were closed, but still let light in, then heavier drapes pulled open to maximize the sunshine.
Sitting on the bed were shopping bags. Macy’s, Nordstrom Rack, Target, and Anthropologie. “What did you do?” I squeaked.
“Did a little shopping,” he said.
“I can see that.”
“I want you to try everything on and I’ll return whatever you don’t like.”
I blinked up at him. “Are you kidding me?”
“I know you don’t have a whole lot right now and that you can’t go shopping yourself, so I asked Paisley to help me find some things you might like.”
“You did?”
“I did,” he confirmed. “She’ll also be comin’ over later. Blake’s gonna figure out a way to get her here without notice.”
I clapped my hands and hugged him. “Really?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Thank you!”
“You’re welcome. Now try on the shit.”
I laughed and rushed for the goodies.
In the end, there was only one pair of jeans I didn’t like, mostly because they made my bubble butt look flat and that was not acceptable to Reese.
He’d bought me two new pairs of jeans, a pair of tennis shoes, a gorgeous strappy pair of sandals, a pair of flats, a pair of knee-high boots, and a pair of heels that complemented my brand new little black dress (that I really hoped I’d get to wear soon outside of his house). There were also three pairs of leggings, a couple of skirts, four of the cutest tops I’d ever seen (Paisley’s influence, obviously), six T-shirts, and underwear that would last a while. Both sexy and practical. The plan was to leave most of it at Reese’s, but I couldn’t resist shoving a few things into my backpack to take back with me to the abbey.
“Did you leave anything in the stores?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Not much, no.” He kissed my head. “Are you happy?”
I met his eyes. “Honey, everything’s perfect. This is all so unbelievably generous. Thank you.”
“I got just as much out of this, you know?”
“You hate shopping, so how does that work, exactly?”
He smiled. “I got to watch you dress and undress over and over.”
I flattened my palm over his growing erection and licked my lips. “Wanna return the favor?”
He picked me up and covered my mouth with his, carrying me to the bed. I guess I had my answer. Dropping me gently onto the mattress, he yanked off his shirt and stretched over me, pushing my T-shirt up over my head, freeing my mouth and nose, but using the fabric as a blindfold.
“No moving,” he ordered, and I swallowed as I nodded. I felt pressure on my clit over the lace of my panties, then the sensation of the fabric being slid down my thighs almost broke me, and I had to force myself to breathe. “Reese,” I rasped.
“Shh, Freckles.”
I squeezed my eyes shut behind the blindfold, doing my best to stop myself from letting out a frustrated growl. He pushed my knees apart and my legs shook as he covered my core with his mouth, sucking my clit gently as I arched up to get closer.
“You’re moving, Alexa,” he admonished.
I huffed, but set my butt back down on the mattress.
“Good girl,” he said, and went back to his task.
He slid one finger inside of me, then two as he continued his assault on my clit. I panted out, “Oh, God, baby, I’m—”
“Don’t come,” he ordered.
I lost his fingers and let out a hiss of frustration. “Reese.”
My hips were lifted slightly and then Reese filled me and I arched up to get more. I tried to slide my fingers into his hair, but he pushed my arms over my head, keeping the shirt firmly over my eyes. I whimpered with need, but he rolled a nipple before sucking on it gently and I sighed with pleasure.
“I want to touch you.”
His hand slid between our bodies and he fingered my clit. “In a minute.”
“Now,” I breathed out.
The T-shirt slipped off my eyes and he grinned down at me. “Eager beaver.”
“Damn straight my beaver’s eager.” I leaned up to kiss him. “Get this off of me.” The shirt had now made it difficult for me to move my arms.
He pushed the shirt off my body and chucked it in the corner of the room as he kissed me deeply. His hand went back between our bodies and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back for long. “Reese.”
“Come, baby.”
I did. He thrust into me a few more times and then I felt his cock pulse inside of me and I held him tight as he kissed me again. He broke the connection and stared down at me, stroking my cheek. “I love you, Lex.”
“I love you too, honey.”
“Missed this.”
I smiled up at him. “Me too.”
“Can’t let you go back.”
“Can you make that happen?”
He sighed, dropping his forehead to mine. “I don’t know.”
Sliding out of me, he flopped onto his back and pulled me on top of him.
“I don’t know how it would work,” I admitted. “The trial isn’t for months. I can’t really see myself being out of the security of the abbey.”
“I know.” He held me tighter. “Me neither. Don’t like it, though.”
“Me neither,” I mimicked.
He smiled. “You ruin me, baby.”
“Back atya, sugar bear.” I ran my finger down his chest. “Can we do this on a regular basis?”
“As often as we can, absolutely.”
“I wish I could give my testimony over video now. I feel like I got you back and I don’t want to have to wait to start our lives.”
“I’m more concerned about another postponement.”
“Ohmigod.” I sat up with a gasp. “I hadn’t even thought about that, which is dumb since I’m an attorney. There have already been three.”
He dragged his hands down his face. “I know.”
“Will they do it again, do you think?”
“No clue.”
“Well, can we make a plan if they do postpone it?”
He leaned up on his forearms. “What kind of plan?”
“A plan for us,” I said. “One that involves us being together every day. Not sneaking out of storm drains for X-rated interludes.”
He grinned and tugged me back on top of him. “Yes.”
“Promise?”
He rolled me onto my back and kissed my neck. “Even though I love X-rated interludes, I’d much rather be with you every day. So, yes, I promise.”
“Correct answer.”
I giggled when my stomach growled… loudly… and Reese sat up. “My woman’s apparently hungry.”
“Or I have gas,” I countered.
“Have you suddenly developed irritable bowel syndrome?”
“I might if you don’t feed me.”
He dropped his head back and laughed before pulling me off the bed. “Come on, baby. Leave your clothes off.”
“When is Paisley getting here?”
“Not for another two hours,” he said.
“Mmm, naked cooking. I’m in… unless you plan to fry stuff.”
“I will keep the hot oil down to a minimum,” Reese promised.
“I appreciate that, sugar bear.”
He kissed my neck. “No way in hell I’m marring this body.”
I giggled. “Ulterior motives. Got it.”
He pulled me close and leaned down to kiss me gently. “Love you.”
“So you’ve said.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Am I being too romantical for you, Lex?”
“It’s been a long time, honey; you need to let me get used to your total adoration for me again.” I smiled. I was the least romantic person on the planet, something Reese used to tease me about mercilessly. “I’ve had to contend with only Paisley for years.”
He chuckled. “The only two women I know who hate romance more than most men.”
“So very, very true.”
“Come on, let me do the most romantic thing in the world and feed you.”
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. “Sounds good.”
Reese and I headed to the kitchen and managed to eat part of our food before he fucked me up against the kitchen counter then took me back to bed.
After several more orgasms, I showered and dressed in one of my new pairs of jeans and a soft T-shirt. Paisley arrived about twenty minutes later and I was introduced to Blake.
Blake was about six feet tall and held himself like a much bigger man. He had long silvery black hair he wore in a man-bun and he reminded me a lot of Anson Mount, complete with full beard and smirky smile. Every inch of skin visible was tattooed, including his neck, which was so very biker. I remember Reese mentioning he was fifteen years older than him, so he must be in his forties now, although, he looked much younger.