Chapter 10

Your butt plug has a metal core.

-Things not to find out at the airport

Krisney

Honest to God, I never, ever would’ve worn the butt plug out to do laundry if I’d known that someone would see it.

I’d just been so horny lately.

So, so horny.

Seriously, never would I have done that.

I’d even gone as far as to look into the mirror to check. I hadn’t seen a damn thing.

But I hadn’t taken into account the bending over process of putting clothes into the bottom dryers.

What had I been thinking?

I could tell you what I was thinking…at the time.

My best friend, Hennessy, had tossed me a box that she’d ‘accidentally’ ordered off of Amazon. In this box, there’d been three ‘trainer’ butt plugs.

Since I was always curious by nature, I tried one…and I’d liked it.

It felt almost…nice.

So, then I’d tried the next size up and had almost died.

It’d been big…so freakin’ big.

But I’d gotten it in.

And I’d known that if I hadn’t worn it, stretched out my anus, I wouldn’t have ever gotten up to the third one. So I’d done the dumbest thing in the world, and I’d worn it out to do laundry.

I never, not ever, saw anyone when I was doing laundry.

Never.

Except this Sunday.

This Sunday, there was someone there.

I just wasn’t aware of it.

I’d gone through my entire load of clothes before I’d started in on the drying process.

“Do you have something in your ass?”

I straightened up so fast that I knocked my shoulder on the dryer door.

Turning around, I got angry, instead of embarrassed like I normally would have.

Why?

Because it was the asshole. The same asshole that’d held me in his arms while I cried three days prior, gotten a page, and walked out like I wasn’t pregnant with his goddamn twins.

“No,” I snapped. “What do you want?”

His eyes narrowed.

I resisted the urge to blush.

I was allowed to stick things in my ass if I wanted to, dammit!

He was studying my face for signs of my lying, and I was studiously trying not to squirm under his attention.

It helped that I was getting madder at him by the second.

“I wanted to stop in when I saw your car,” he gestured over his shoulder. “Why are you washing clothes here?”

He looked around like it was the most disgusting place in the world.

I sneered at him.

“Because I don’t have a washer and dryer?” I stated the obvious.

Reed’s eye twitched. “Why not?”

I tilted my head in confusion. “Because I don’t have the money to buy them…”

“Why not?”

I knew what he was asking.

Why wouldn’t I spend the money that my parents had left?

And the answer to that? It was scary.

I didn’t want to spend their money. I didn’t want anything to do with them.

I wanted to move, but I couldn’t move until the house I’d bought was in better repair.

That meant redoing the electrical, which I’d gotten a quote for, and had nearly squawked in protest. Who the hell could afford fifteen grand after they’d just bought a house with property?

I paused, wondering why he cared. “Because I bought a house, and used almost every bit of my savings on it. I was told by my realtor that the house was old, and that I should expect repairs would be needed. When I had an inspector come out, he told me that the house needed a lot of work. The electrical needed to be completely redone. The floor is about to go out in a few places, and there isn’t central heating and air. That’ll come later, though.”

His eyes twitched. “Then why did you buy a house that you knew needed work?”

I didn’t answer.

He knew why, just as well as I did.

“Why not use your parents’ washer and dryer?”

I looked at him.

“You think my parents actually did their own laundry?”

I almost laughed at that.

Reed did laugh.

“Touché.”

I rolled my eyes and turned around, going back to what I was doing in the dryer. This time, I made sure to bend down to the floor instead of lean over, so he’d have to be lying on the floor to really see anything.

Something that I knew he wouldn’t do, seeing as he was already looking around this place like it had cooties or something.

He was also looking at me like I’d lost my mind.

I hadn’t.

I just liked it at this one.

It was far away from my parents’ place, close to the new place that I’d just purchased, and honestly? It was always quiet. Always.

When people came into this laundromat, they never spoke to me and didn’t expect me to speak to them.

And their quarter machine made me happy.

Why did it make me happy?

Because the owner wrote funny quotes on a Post-It note and taped it to the quarter machine every week.

That was it.

Once I got all of my clothes into the basket, I stood up and walked them to the table.

“Why are you doing your laundry at eleven o’clock at night?” he continued.

I looked over at him in a sideways glance as I started to fold my laundry.

“Why are you out at eleven o’clock at night?” I countered.

“I just delivered a baby,” he answered.

My shoulders fell.

Shit.

I’d managed to forget I was carrying his babies.

“Do you wear those still?” He eyed the short shorts.

I showed him the waistband, and then stretched it for emphasis. “They’re pretty damn stretchy, so yes. I don’t own much stuff that stretches enough to allow for this.”

I shimmied my waist for emphasis, and his eyes went down.

He’d been trying to stare into my eyes, but he was failing miserably.

Though, that could be because I was wearing the tight short shorts that hadn’t fit last week, yet here I was, still in them. And again, one of his t-shirts. This was getting ridiculous.

However, I refused to go buy new clothes.

A, because I didn’t have any money to buy them. And B, because I didn’t want to admit that I was pregnant yet.

Sure, I knew logically that me ignoring the situation wasn’t exactly realistic, but I couldn’t help it.

I wasn’t ready to deal yet.

Maybe tomorrow.

So today, I was going to act like my pants didn’t fit because I was fat.

Today, I was going to act like the man standing in front of me wasn’t the babies’ father.

Or I would have, had Reed not brought it up.

“Do you not have any maternity clothes yet?”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

Dammit.

So much for ignoring the obvious elephant—elephants—in the room.

“Why not?”

He looked down at my clearly could be really fat—could be pregnant—belly and stared.

I knew that he wanted to touch it.

I knew it.

I don’t know how, but I could practically read the thoughts flashing through his brain.

“Just do it,” I growled.

His eyes came back up to me, and then he dropped his hand to place it almost reverently on my belly.

Everything inside of me tensed, including my asshole—which reminded me of the butt plug still in my ass.

With Reed standing this close, I seriously couldn’t think straight.

Shit.

Because now that I was reminded of what was in my backside, I realized that I wouldn’t mind having something else in my backside. Something else that was attached to Reed’s body, and was quite a bit larger than his fingers.

Oh, God.

Seriously.

I was this sex-crazed nympho pregnant woman who couldn’t stop thinking about doing dirty things!

What the hell was wrong with me?

“You mind?”

I looked at where he was holding the shirt, and at first, I thought he wanted the shirt back, but then he started to lift it. Effectively letting me know that he wanted to lift the shirt, not have it back completely.

I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant that this man—the same man that I loved with all of my heart, and probably shouldn’t—was about to touch me skin to skin without the excuse of being in a doctor’s office to do it.

I swallowed hard and watched as he lifted my shirt with one hand, and reached for my belly with the other.

According to my favorite friend, Google, I wouldn’t be showing much at this point if I were only pregnant with one baby. But since Reed obviously had super sperm like the rest of his kin, and had knocked me up with twins, I was exceptionally thick around the middle.

Really, what it looked like to me was that I ate a dozen donuts, every day, for the last six weeks.

As if I’d added about twenty pounds, and all of it was in my middle.

Reed seemed fascinated, though.

He was running his hand from one side of my belly to the other.

“Since you were so fit before you got pregnant, it might take a while for you to see it as an actual ‘baby bump’ as they call it.”

It was as if he’d stepped into my head, plucking the thoughts right out of my brain.

Though, we’d always been able to do that.

The other dryer made an annoying grinding ring-like sound, and I jumped, pulling away.

My heart was hammering, and my chest fucking hurt.

It always hurt, but when Reed was this close, I literally found it hard to breathe. The realization that Reed was here, but I couldn’t have him, shouldn’t still suck as bad as it did.

But it did.

I freakin’ missed him.

I missed everything about him.

The way he used to play soccer, and then give me sweaty hugs after. Or the way he used to hug me close before returning me to my parents’ doorstep every night.

Yeah, I could think of a thousand things that I missed about him, and all thousand of those things felt like a lead weight sitting directly on top of my chest.

Ignoring the way his face seemed to fall as I pulled away, turned around, bent over, and started getting these clothes out of the dryer, too.

This was my sheet set, comforter, and mattress pad.

They’d taken about twice as long to dry as the other two loads had, and I was thankful to find them dry instead of slightly damp as they were the last ten times I’d put quarters in the machine.

I was quickly running out of quarters, and I really didn’t want to have to break another twenty if I had a choice.

Unfortunately, in my haste to get away from Reed, I forgot one important thing.

I forgot all about the butt plug.

All. About. It.

His hands had a way of making me forget everything and anything. And when they were on me? Yeah, that was asking a price that I would never be able to pay.

At least until he touched my ass, his fingers probing between my cheeks.

“You do have something in your ass,” he growled into my ear.

Annnnd, that’s when I nearly slammed my head on the dryer in front of me in my surprise to have something touching my ass.

Someone.

Reed.

“Reed!” I moaned and turned, placing my butt against the dryer. “What the hell?”

His eyes weren’t on me, though. They were on my vagina…or more accurately where my ass had once been in his line of sight only moments before.

“You have something in your ass,” he whispered, his eyes coming up to meet mine.

They were on fire. Literally, his eyes were hot, and the full force of that stare was aimed at me.

And that’s when I knew that I would be getting to feel Reed tonight.

That look in his eyes was one that I couldn’t ignore.

“I can’t…” I tried to search for the words, but came up with no other way to put them. “I’m horny. All the freakin’ time.”

He swallowed.

“Let me go home with you.”

Was there any other answer?

“Okay.”

We were fucked up. There was no other wording for it.

We weren’t in the right place, neither one of us, to be doing this.

Yet we would be doing it. It didn’t even matter if we wanted to at this point. There was just something about the man that I couldn’t resist. Just like there’d been something about the boy, twelve years ago, that I couldn’t walk away from.

It took him less than five seconds to gather up every single piece of clothing—folded and not—and shove them into my basket. It took him another three to gather up the ones he’d dropped on the floor in his haste to leave. Ten to gather both baskets and order me out the door.

And then fifteen seconds to shove them in my car.

The fifteen-minute drive to my house, though?

That was the longest drive of my life.

I’d even contemplated removing the thing from my ass before we got home, but I had a feeling that Reed wouldn’t be too happy with me if I did.

So, I left it there, even though by the time I got home, I was squirming in my seat.

We didn’t even make it up to my parents’—because even though I’d been living in it now for a while by myself, I still didn’t count it as mine—front door before Reed was on me.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you right here, where your mother could catch us at any second, for what feels like a lifetime.”

“What?” I gasped.

“I wanted her to see what kind of filth was tainting her daughter.” He growled. “I wanted her to know, that even though she was an asshole, that she didn’t break you. Or me.”

I could see that.

My mother made no bones about her dislike for the Hails, Reed and Tobias in particular.

Hell, they’d even followed Tobias to his home in Alabama to continue their campaign of hate on him.

Tobias had been the one who beat their son to death for raping his sister. But Reed Hail had been the one who nearly took their daughter away from them.

If Reed hadn’t dumped me, he would have.

Instead, he’d let me go, and left me to a fate that I hadn’t wanted to face. Not ever.

My mother had been a sight to behold when she wasn’t pissed. When she was pissed, though? Yeah, I wouldn’t even wish my mother on anyone—even the chick at the doctor’s office who blatantly had a crush on Reed.

Which sobered me slightly.

I turned around and pushed inside, forgetting in my haste to leave earlier to bother locking the door.

But it didn’t matter.

This house was so far outside of town that nobody but the UPS delivery driver ever came out here.

But, apparently, Reed wasn’t too happy about me leaving it unlocked, and it showed when I turned back to him.

“You left it unlocked?”

I shrugged. “Yeah.”

“That’s dangerous, Kris.”

Kris.

He hadn’t called me that in so long.

I swallowed as another surge of memories washed over me.

The first time we’d had sex was the first time he’d called me Kris.

It’d been magnificent.

The best ever.

I would remember my first time forever.

And it was obvious that he was remembering, too.

I bit my lip, trying to contain the need for him, but it was useless.

The man had a way of making me do things that I never intended to do.

We met in the entranceway, my arms going around his neck, and his going around my waist.

Then we were pressed fully to each other, mouths colliding.

This time, just like the last time in the doctor’s office in Germany, I forgot about everything.

I didn’t think about where I was, or what I was doing.

I only ever saw Reed.

And yes, I was celibate for all those years.

Why bother looking when you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that the man that you once had was the only one for you?

I knew, just like I was sure he did, that Reed was my one and only.

I wouldn’t taint my memories of him, demeaning what we’d shared by going out and finding someone to scratch an itch.

Now, that didn’t pertain to my battery-operated boyfriends—I had a lot of those over the years.

All of them were no comparison to the man currently lifting my shirt over my head.

“Wanted to bend you over her stupid Pottery Barn couch,” he growled. “Make you come on her stupid quilt.”

If this situation hadn’t meant him taking my clothes off, and running his strong hands down my body, then I would’ve laughed.

But at the point I was at now, standing directly in front of him, naked as the day I was born, I couldn’t find one single thing funny about this situation.

I wanted him.

More than my next breath.

“Turn around.”

I shivered at the low, gruff tone.

Before I could comprehend directions—which apparently wasn’t fast enough for his liking—he spun me around and forced me forward.

Directly over the quilt that still covered my mother’s ‘stupid Pottery Barn couch.’

And then he growled.

“Goddammit.”

He’d seen the plug.

Shit, shit, shit.

I started to squirm in discomfort, wanting nothing more than to pull it out and toss it across the room.

“Why?”

I bit my lip.

“Hennessy got it for me,” I whispered.

He grunted out a laugh, and then pressed his jean-clad hips against my ass, pressing hard.

I bit my lip and would’ve looked at him over my shoulder, but my eyes closed when I felt him press lightly on the bottom of the plug with the pad of his thumb.

“How big is the one you’re wearing?” he questioned, his knuckles touching my skin as he placed his fingertips against the base and tugged lightly.

It didn’t move.

My ass had clenched, keeping it inside, causing him to chuckle.

“Not very,” I whispered.

Not big enough to allow you to shove your fat cock into my ass, I thought.

And his cock wasn’t fat, per se, but it was thick. So fucking thick.

Even thinking about it right now, buried deep inside of me, made me shiver in anticipation.

“Hmmm,” he said, this time pulling hard enough that the fat bulb in the middle of the plug slipped out of my ass.

I moaned.

There was no way to prevent it from expelling from my throat. It was a knee-jerk reaction and that reaction of mine caused a reaction from him.

He snarled something under his breath, then pressed me even harder forward.

“Going to make you come everywhere in this house,” he informed me. “Fuck you so hard and long that you scream loud enough for her to hear it all the way in hell.”

I knew he hated my mother.

Hell, I hated my mother.

But I couldn’t even get a reply out before I felt his fingers at my entrance.

I bit my lip as he let one finger slip inside my pussy.

Normally, I would’ve been embarrassed by how wet I was, but with him, it wasn’t the least bit surprising.

I couldn’t control a damn thing around him. My reactions to him were pure, honest, and excessive.

“Goddamn, you feel so good,” he growled.

Then I felt him drop to his knees.

He brushed his mouth down the inside of my thighs, trailing his tongue along the soft skin in a few places.

The anticipation was nearly killing me by the time he was at my sex.

“You smell good,” he informed me. “And taste even better.”

And that’s when his tongue hit my pussy lips.

He wiggled it, piercing my labia with his tongue, and dragged it up before dipping into my sex.

I bit my lip, eyes crossing, as the feel of him doing something I’d been longing for him to do poured through me.

We didn’t get to do this long enough before, and when we were younger, it’d never gotten close to this point. We’d always wanted to, but sometimes we were in such a hurry to get to the good part that we skipped the pre-sex escapades.

And now I was sad that I never knew the perfection of this when we were younger. Although, if I thought about it, I might be a little happy that I didn’t know what I was missing, either.

“Seen thousands of vaginas in my life,” he growled from between my legs. “Yours is by far the most perfect.”

I couldn’t reply to that, either.

Not when I felt him shove the plug back inside of me, working it in and out of my ass while his tongue moved in and out of my pussy.

I started to pant, unsure whether it was okay to come.

Whatever was building inside of my body was going to be big, and I was somewhat scared to feel the wave crash over me.

It wasn’t going to be a small wave, either. It was going to be a freakin’ tsunami.

He didn’t stop with his attentions—the licking, sucking, and pushing—until my legs started to shake with my approaching orgasm.

When he felt that I was about to go, he replaced his tongue with his fingers, filling me up exactly how he knew I needed.

I’d always needed that extra little push, and he’d remembered.

He remembered everything.

“Oh, God.” My knees quivered as my orgasm rolled over me.

Seconds later, I was crying out, burying my face into the couch cushion, and wondering why in the hell we never got to this part of sex back then.

It was fantastic.

“What the hell was that?” I panted, finally opening my eyes and looking at the man over my shoulder.

He got up off his knees and grinned.

I straightened and turned.

Licking my lips, I reached forward and wiped off his beard.

“You’re gonna have to wash that,” I whispered, unsure what to say.

He moved forward and caught me up in his arms.

“Where are you going?” I squeaked, unsure what to do now.

Should I tell him to put me down? Just go with it?

Before I could contemplate what to say, he walked with me into the kitchen, and sat me down on the dining room table.

The stupid China dishes, as well as the cutlery and crystal wine glasses that my mother always kept on the dining room table, clinked.

Before I could do anything, he took his arm and swept all of it further up the table.

A wine glass fell off the side and shattered on the floor, as well as one of my mother’s most precious pieces of cutlery.

The stuff on the table cost more than some people made in months, yet when a plate fell off to the floor and shattered right along with the crystal wine glass, I couldn’t find it in me to care.

My eyes stayed glued on the man standing in front of me now, his eyes an intense shade of blue.

So freakin’ blue.

His eyes had always been captivating.

Pairing that with his black hair, and now his beard? The man was pure devastation on my heart.

“I want to shatter every single one of those plates later,” he told me. “But for now, I just want to fuck you.”

And that was when he placed the butt plug he’d been fucking me with in the ass up on top of one of the candelabras.

I started to giggle, but that giggle was quickly lost the moment he caught me by the hips and pulled me to rest just on the edge of the table.

I was at the perfect height.

The. Perfect. Height.

His still covered cock pressed up against my pussy, and my eyes locked with his.

“I want you.”

I looked down at where his hand reached between us, for his belt, and moaned.

My belly was slightly protruding in this position, and moments after he got his belt undone, the soft leather rested against where our babies lay.

He paused, bringing his palm up and resting it there.

Slowly my eyes moved to his face, and I tilted my head in question at the emotion I saw there.

But before I could question him on it, he started to unbutton, then unzip, his pants.

I nearly moaned when I saw his bulging cock poke out of the gap in his jeans.

I did moan when he pushed everything off at once, and his cock came out and slapped against my pussy.

Automatically, I went back to my elbows and watched him down the length of my body.

Watching and waiting, I nearly quivered in anticipation.

He didn’t disappoint me, either.

His eyes went up to catch mine, then he started to pump his cock in his fist.

His hand was big, sure, but his dick was big, too.

I wondered if ladies thought about how big he was when he had his fingers inside of them during an exam.

Poor things didn’t know what they were missing.

It was an odd feeling, thinking about Reed’s fingers being inside of other women. But I wasn’t jealous.

Awed, was more like it.

He’d always had a plan, and though I’d come into his life and changed that plan up slightly, he’d still been able to accomplish his dream.

“What are you thinking about?” he growled, bringing my attention back to him.

I licked my lips and said, “You and your fingers inside of other women.”

He pressed his cock to my entrance, and my eyes stayed locked to his as he began to push inside.

“Never gotten another woman pregnant before.” He paused, his eyes trained on me. “Never wanted to, really. Then again, you’d have to do things like putting things besides your fingers inside other women for that to happen.”

“You’ve been…”

I couldn’t even say it.

The thought was preposterous.

“You’re not the only one that hasn’t had it in a while, let’s say that,” he admitted, pulling out his cock nearly all the way before pressing back inside.

I cleared my throat and tried to regain my composure, but all I could think about was the fact that he’d just practically admitted that he’d been celibate for twelve years just like I had.

Holy. Shit.

Was that normal?

I had tried, one and only one time, to do the deed with someone else. And the moment the man’s hand had cupped my boob, and his cock had pressed against my flesh, I’d recoiled.

It’d felt so utterly wrong that I’d nearly run from the room before I was even dressed.

But hearing that Reed hadn’t been whoring around, either, well…that was just fucking awesome.

I wanted to cry, but soon his cock was all the way inside of me, and my thoughts turned elsewhere.

I didn’t believe him for one freakin’ second…but it didn’t matter. I’d never bring it up again. Never.

“You tensed up,” he said, smoothing one palm down my back.

“You’re lying,” I whispered almost soundlessly.

He knew immediately that I didn’t believe him.

“I’ve had other partners that I did other stuff with,” he admitted. “I haven’t been a monk, but I haven’t had sex with anyone but you since you…left.”

The relief that poured through me was uncontrollable.

“Blow job here and there. A few times I reciprocated…but my cock has only ever been inside of you since I called it off,” he promised me. “It’s only ever been you.”

His hand spread, his fingers almost spanning the entire width of my back.

I forgot how much I liked that.

Even when he was younger, Reed had always had big hands.

“You’re big,” I mumbled.

He pulled out, then pushed back inside. Once. Twice. Three times. All of those times were so slow that I nearly growled at him to hurry.

Why?

Because I had zero control.

Zero. Nada. Zilch. None.

I knew, if he’d just hurry the fuck up, I’d come.

I’d come hard, too.

The next thrust he tried to give me slow, I thrust back in time with his push forward, and he went even deeper.

“Easy,” he growled, coming to a complete stop. “I want to feel this.”

He pulled back until he was almost out, and swept his fingers around my entrance, circling his shaft where it was piercing me…gathering wetness.

And then I felt the goddamn butt plug again.

When he had picked it back up, I didn't know. But thank God that he had. It was my new best friend. I was secretly in love with an inanimate object.

Only this time, he fucked me as he fucked me…which sounded really freakin’ odd, but that’s what he did.

At first, I wasn’t too sure about the feeling. It was odd, which made my orgasm take a back step as my body tried to decide if I liked this feeling or not.

Reed, in no way, shape, or form, was small. He was, in fact, quite large. I’d never seen anyone as big as Reed, and that was saying something since porn had been my friend these past few years as the deprivation got too much at times.

Sure, I didn’t watch the donkey dick porn, but if I had to take a guess, I’d say that he would more than measure up.

But when he was fucking me, his cock in one hole, and the plug in the other, I decided that there was no way in hell I’d ever be able to take him anywhere but where the Good Lord intended him.

Reed, though? He had other plans.

At least, I didn’t know them at the time.

At first, he was just fucking me. Slow and steady.

My body had come back online, and realized rather quickly that this new and odd feeling was a good one.

My orgasm started to creep back up, slow and steady.

And just before it rolled over me, he stopped.

I growled in frustration as the feelings that indicated an impending orgasm waned.

“Reed!” I whined. “God, why?”

He started to chuckle.

“I want you to sit on my lap while I fuck you.” He paused. “I want to see your face and watch you when you come.”

He pulled out and backed away, leaving me to find my way to the couch.

I moved, and brushed against his cock with my arm, making me lick my lips in anticipation.

I waited for him to round the couch and take a seat before I looked anxiously at his lap. At his cock that was straining upwards, filled with blood, and pulsing with each beat of his heart.

His chest had a sheen of sweat, and he was opening and closing his fists as he stared at me, waiting for me to make the move that I knew he wanted.

I took a timid step forward and moved a knee onto the couch beside his thigh.

His thigh that was still just as sculpted and honed as it’d been twelve years ago—if not bigger.

Once I had my balance, I swung my other leg over his lap, all the while trying not to make eye contact with him.

That worked for about twenty seconds as I tried to put him inside of me myself—which I’d never really been successful doing. It was something about the position, as well as my shorter arms and legs, but I couldn’t get up on my knees and reach his cock, as well as guide it into me.

I’d literally tried, and it was awkward.

Reed had always had to do it for me, and this time was no different.

But once he was inside of me, and I was left with nothing to do but stare at his collarbone and ride him, he stilled my hips.

“Look at me.”

I didn’t want to.

This was a really intimate position for me.

It’d been the closest we’d actually been since he’d left me…

That time with him in the exam room, he’d been standing between my legs, with me on my back. We hadn’t been this close—face to face—where he could see every single bit of what I was feeling only by looking into my eyes.

He’d held me, sure…but for Reed and me, it’d always been our eyes.

I could relay a thought, or a feeling, just by looking at him.

He knew me, and I knew him, so freakin’ well, that literally all I had to do was look at him during a conversation with another person and he’d know exactly what I wanted.

So, by bringing my eyes up to his, I knew that he’d see everything.

My every thought and feeling. My wants and needs.

I wasn’t sure I was ready.

But Reed didn’t let me move again until I’d brought my eyes to his.

“There she is,” he grated.

I wanted to look away.

I would have…but the minute his gaze caught mine, I was frozen.

I couldn’t do a damn thing but stare.

“Ride me,” he ordered.

I tensed my thighs and pushed up, letting my body weight do the work as I slid back down on him.

My mouth opened in surprise.

This…this wasn’t like it used to be.

Every time I moved, he hit something inside of me that was causing my entire body to break out in shivers.

“What’s that look for?” he asked, smoothing his hand up my side, curling it around so he could cup the side of my neck.

“It feels…different,” I admitted. “Not bad…more intense, maybe.”

His eyes searched mine to make sure that I was telling him the full truth, and his mouth turned up in a grin.

“Pregnancy makes a lot of difference in this case,” he admitted. “The blood flow that’s already directed to your midsection makes everything else, even intercourse, more intense.”

I blinked. “It does?”

He nodded, then pulled me even closer until my lips were only inches away from his.

“Yeah,” he promised. “Doctor, remember?”

Then he kissed me, making me forget to move my hips.

He helped me move by using his other hand to urge my hips to move, but instead of pulling up off of him, I circled my hips and ground into him, making me cry out in surprised excitement.

God, that felt good!

So, I did it again, and again, and again.

I would’ve kept doing it, too, had he not started to push upward on the butt plug still in my ass, reminding me that it was there.

I knew he wanted to move it, and in order to do that I had to lift my hips.

So, I did, for him.

He held onto the base of the plug as I lifted off of him. Each time I pulled away, the plug as well as Reed’s cock would leave me. When I went back down, it’d return, filling me so full that it was nearly impossible to not feel excited by it.

I repeated the move, over and over again, until Reed stilled my hips.

“I want to fuck your ass.”

I froze with his cock half in, half out of me.

“Reed…” my hesitancy was palpable.

“It’s safe,” he promised. “And we’ll take it slow.”

I was shaking my head, at the same time I lifted my hips.

He fell out from inside of me and smacked against his stomach, making a wet slapping sound when he did.

The plug went too, somewhere on the floor if the thump from behind me was correct, and I shivered.

He moved his hand in between my legs.

“Normally I wouldn’t do this without lube,” he said. “But you’re so wet, and my cock is covered with you. Pretty sure you’ll be just fine.”

I bit my lip.

I wanted to ask him if he’d ever done this before, but again, that was a road I’d rather stay off of if at all possible.

I didn’t want to hear the real answer, and Reed would tell me the truth.

Sometimes it was easier to assume rather than know that he did.

His hand went around my hip as he guided his cock to sit straight up, and then he pressed lightly on my hip.

“Sit down slowly,” he urged.

I did, stopping when I felt him at my entrance.

“There’s another plug size!” I cried out.

He started to laugh, and hearing that sound, coming from this man’s mouth, was fucking amazing.

It’d been so long since I’d heard him laugh that I literally forgot what I was about to do for a short second.

God, his laugh had always been beautiful.

Now, it was a little deeper and huskier, but it was still heart-stoppingly amazing.

I lowered myself down even further, and this time, I kept my gaze directly on his, pausing when I felt him start making his way inside.

The feeling, though it didn’t hurt, wasn’t something I’d never get comfortable with.

Overwhelming was more along the lines.

“Breathe,” he whispered. “And push me out.”

My brows furrowed, but I did as he said, and froze when I felt him breach me even further.

And that hurt.

Not badly, but I definitely felt more than pressure.

I was so focused on the way it felt that I wasn’t prepared for him to touch my clit.

When he did, my entire body jolted, and I sank even further down onto his shaft.

Little tiny lights danced in my vision, and I came.

Everything locked down tight.

My vagina. My tight asshole. My jaw.

I cried out through my clenched teeth, and sank the rest of the way down on his cock.

One long, slow, languid glide.

“Fuck!”

I must’ve done it too fast, because the next thing I knew, he was coming.

I could feel his dick twitching inside of me as he filled me with his come, but I was too busy dying my own tiny little death to care about his.

My legs shook.

“Oh, God,” I breathed, reaching down and pushing his finger away from my clit. “Too much.”

And then I collapsed onto his chest, panting and spent, as I tried to figure out what in the hell had just happened.

***

Later—hours later—Reed got a page.

He didn’t make any promises as he climbed out of my bed, and I didn’t ask for any.

We’d always been like this—allowed our feelings to take center stage.

It was more than obvious to both of us that the feelings we had for each other had never been in question.

We still wanted each other. Me, though? I still loved him.

I’d tried forgetting. I’d tried ignoring. I’d tried dating.

Nothing, and I do mean nothing, worked.

I knew that I’d go to sleep and dream about him. It never failed. Never.

He was my dreams.

Luckily, I wasn’t the only one dreaming.