Chapter 13

Emily

JULY 23

I bit back a moan as Reb’s lips blazed a trail down my neck to my throbbing nipple. Every so often he’d pause and nip or lick my skin, which drew the moment out to an agonizing degree.

And made me want him even more.

I’d only known the man this way for two days, and he already knew my body better than I did. Yes, I was aware of him all those weeks Jessica was in the hospital a year ago. We had nodded politely to each other from opposite sides of the waiting room. But there was knowing, and then there was knowing. And Reb knew every inch of me.

We’d spent the better part of Friday night in bed. That was after Tucker went to sleep, of course. Then Reb had turned his TV to a random channel and dared me to keep my moans quieter than the volume of whatever show was playing. I lost every time.

But I took comfort in Reb’s surety that Tucker slept like a rock. Plus there hadn’t been any awkward questions over breakfast this morning. Thank God.

I thought it might be strange to date someone with a kid, especially given how fast Reb and I got to sleepover dates, but it wasn’t strange. If anything it felt…right, like somehow I fit into Reb and Tucker’s life. Helping make dinner last night, I slid right into a compatible rhythm with Reb in the kitchen.

And there was no question we were compatible in the bedroom.

“Oh my God, Reb.” I moaned as he finally drew my nipple into his mouth. His tongue teased my aching bud until I felt an answering throb between my legs. I grabbed the back of his head, silently urging him for more.

Instead he pulled out of my grasp and my nipple left his mouth with an audible pop. I moaned as the cold air-conditioned air wafted across the wet tip of my breast.

“I told you, baby. No hands. If you can’t keep them at your sides, I’ll find a more strategic position for you.” He said it in an almost teasing way, but there was a bite to his words that had my skin prickling. And yet his threat didn’t stop my sex from throbbing. Something about him being all controlling in bed got me excited. Go figure.

I must’ve moved or something, because the next thing I knew Reb pulled away and glared down at me. His narrowed eyes and the stern set to his lips made my heart thump louder than before.

“I told you. Hands. To. Yourself.”

Before I could open my mouth to refute his claim, he flipped me over, and I found myself on my hands and knees on his bed.

I felt so exposed. I could feel his breath on my thigh and I just knew that he was looking at me there. My shoulders hunched, and I slumped toward the bed. This time I moaned for a totally different reason—mortification. “Oh God, Reb.”

“Nuh-uh. Up!” Reb tapped the back of my leg with his palm a little lighter than a slap.

But still I flinched.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s still me. We only go as far or as fast as you’re good with.” Reb’s hand gentled as he petted my flank much like one might a spooked horse. He caressed my leg softly and innocently for a minute until his lips joined his hand on my thigh. His voice grew husky as his mouth moved over my leg. “Nuthin’ wrong with seeing things from a different angle.”

“Can’t really see much from this angle other than your sheets. Ooooh!” I jerked in surprise. His lingering caresses had moved farther north and tickled at the opening of my sex. Reb’s throaty laughter warmed me, even though it was at my expense. The soft prickle of his buzzed head brushed my butt, and I shivered. The sensation combined with my vulnerability had me groaning into his sheets. I bit down on my fist to muffle the sound.

“How’s this angle, baby?” Reb’s stubble rasped against the delicate skin of my sex as he spoke.

I wondered what he meant, and then I felt his tongue. That was the last coherent thought I was capable of for God knows how long.

His tongue moved lightly over the outer edge of my sex. He groaned deeply and the rumble vibrated deep within me. He smacked his lips, and his tongue left me briefly before dancing over my pussy again. He took his time moving slowly over my outer lips, delving in deeper here and there but never lingering over the spots I really wanted him to explore. His hands stayed on my fleshy outer thighs as they held me open for his hungry tongue.

“Fuck me, sunshine. You taste like a fucking angel.”

My body burned as his words washed over me. But soon I lost myself as his tongue began teasing me again. This time he went deeper, thrusting slightly into me before withdrawing to tease over my delicate skin. Thrust. Retreat and tease. Thrust. Retreat and tease. Just when I could predict his rhythm he’d change and thrust longer or tease me longer with his soft tongue and the rasp of his stubble.

I was out of my mind with lust. He teased me with his tongue until I could hardly feel it on my skin due to the amount of arousal pouring from me. Not that Reb complained. His groans rumbled against my pussy and I craved the vibrations. But they weren’t what I truly wanted.

I wanted him inside me. Thrusting hard until his pelvis grinded against my clitoris. Until I could feel his piercing nudging deep inside me. Until I couldn’t remember my own name.

Reb pulled back and ran his wet lips over my right butt cheek. The combination of my moisture and his left their mark on my skin. My right side broke out in goosebumps. Before I could open my mouth and demand that he fuck me already, he dove back in, but this time his hand joined his lips and tongue in driving me crazy.

His tongue flicked delicately at the seam of my pussy, pushing in and retreating as his finger gathered moisture so close to my clit. So close and yet not touching. I could feel his finger dancing over my outer lips but not inside where my clit pulsed with need.

Instead, after driving me insane with lust, his teasing finger disappeared. I bit off a muffled moan around my fist and thrust my hips back at him. Reb chuckled darkly.

“Gotcha where I want you. Now I’m gonna make your body dance.”

Before I could process his enigmatic words, I felt something brush against my asshole.

“Reb!” I sat up with a shriek and glared over my shoulder. But what I found there didn’t make me feel any better. Instead of embarrassment or explanation, Reb just stared steadily back at me. Not mad, exactly. Just…measuring? His eyes flickered with an expression of something, but it was gone before I could label it.

“Back in position.” His voice wasn’t angry. He continued to stare at me.

“Reb, I think—”

“Back. In. Position.” He didn’t raise his voice, but his firm tone didn’t leave room for discussion, either.

Somehow I found myself back on my hands and knees without another word spoken between us. And Reb hadn’t moved. Now I could feel his breath puffing against my thigh once more.

I tried again. “Reb, I don’t think—”

His hand popped me lightly on my thigh. This time I didn’t jump. I sighed and dropped my head onto my hands. Why’d I pick such a bossy man?

“Don’t want you to think. Right now your only job is to feel. And if you feel something you don’t like, then you can let me know.”

I gulped. Was I going to let him do this? I hadn’t thought anyone did anal outside of pornos. My friends had never talked about it, and honestly it’d never appealed.

Until now.

Maybe.

God, I was so horny I’d be hard-pressed to deny him anything as long as it led me to an orgasm. Besides, it hadn’t hurt. Just felt different, so…

“As long as I don’t feel your piercing anywhere near me there.”

“We’ll slow it down, then. I promise you, baby. No PA near your A.”

I choked back my laughter and tried to relax. But I couldn’t. All I could think was that he wanted to touch me there. Would I like it? Would it hurt? Oh God, what if I liked it?

“I can hear you thinking.” Reb’s stubble chafed against my thigh.

I heard some rustling behind me but had no clue what it was from. I had to stay in position. Even through all this back-and-forth, I was still turned on. But then, that was always true when I was close to him. Especially when we were both naked.

Something sharp scraped over my thigh. His fingernail? But Reb didn’t have any long enough to scratch. Then his tongue joined the sensation and I had my answer—his teeth. He nipped the back of my legs here and there as he traveled closer to then away from my aching pussy.

The void inside me felt bottomless. A gnawing hunger that only grew as his touches teased me and didn’t give any release. Or come close to where I really wanted him. He went back to teasing the seam of my pussy with his tongue as he ran it close to but never touching my clit, then back, but nowhere near either opening of my body. He just teased me until I was out of my mind with need. Until I wanted to clasp his head between my thighs and make him do what I wanted. Until I wanted to beg him to touch me where I wanted.

I groaned and was so close to begging when his finger joined his tongue. This time he found that bundle of aching nerves and caressed it. His tongue lapped at my pussy while he flicked and rubbed my clit. I wanted to scream “yes,” but my teeth were firmly clasped around my fist.

A few moments later I could feel my body reaching for that peak of ecstasy, then Reb pulled away. I moaned at the loss.

Before I could demand he stop screwing around, he thrust inside me until I felt his thighs rub against the back of mine. The momentum pushed us a few inches up the bed toward the headboard.

Not that I minded.

I finally had him right where I wanted him. I arched my neck and moaned. “Oh yes. Oh my God. Yes.”

Reb quickly set a pace. His hands gripped my hips and drove me back as he thrust forward. Our bodies made a smacking sound with every plunge of his cock inside me. His piercing nudged my cervix deep inside me, and I saw stars. I couldn’t stop the grunts and groans that left my mouth. I’d never been one for dirty talk but I didn’t seem to be able to control myself.

“Oh God. Oh Reb. Fuck me. Right there. Fuck me, baby. Oh God, Reb. Fuck me harder.”

Smack. His hand popped me harder than ever before on my fleshy outer thigh. And I loved it.

“Nothin’ fucking hotter than a dirty-talkin’ good girl. You gonna be a bad girl for me, baby?”

I dropped my head to the bed and groaned as I pushed back into his thrusts.

Smack. “That was fucking hot, but not the answer I was lookin’ for.”

“Oh God. Oh Reb.” My body built toward release, and I couldn’t think. I knew he wanted something but I didn’t have enough brainpower to work out what it was. I only knew I didn’t want him to stop.

Smack. “Still not it. I’m starting to think you’re not listenin’, baby.” Reb slowed down until he was just barely inside me. Those deep, grinding thrusts gone.

I whimpered. I’d been so close.

Reb thrust deep one more time, and I cried out. But instead of his hard, driving pace, he held himself still. I heard a slight sucking sound, and then he spoke. “All I want to hear is a yes. Or a yes, sir, if you’re feeling particularly agreeable. So what’s it gonna be, baby?”

“Y-y-y-yes-s-s-s—” I broke off in a hiss as I felt a deft finger probing me from behind. It snaked around where we joined, then darted up and pressed gently against my asshole. I couldn’t help the tension that swept over my body. Which only made me clench harder around Reb’s large cock.

“Ah baby, you can’t do that. I’m gonna fucking lose it if you grip me any tighter. And where’s the fun in that?”

I groaned. “Where’s the fun in what you’re doing?”

Reb chuckled darkly. “You’re gonna see in a second.”

His finger continued to tease my opening, barely pushing against it before retreating. After a few moments of this, his hips began to rock against mine. Advance. Retreat. Advance. Retreat. It didn’t take many thrusts before I was arching back into him. I wanted it. I wanted him, however he was willing to give it to me.

The duo of thrusts blended until I felt achingly full. His tempo sped up and the slapping sound of our bodies filled the room again.

“Oh God. Oh Reb. Please. Please don’t stop. I’m almost—” I dropped down to my shoulders and reached back with one hand so I could touch my clit. My fingers brushed over my clit and came in contact with his swinging balls.

“Oh baby, that’s too much. I can’t—”

The walls echoed with the mixture of both our groans. My body shuddered as my orgasm slammed into me. Reb’s left hand bit into my hip as he shouted his release. Sinking into the bed, I groaned as my nipples came into contact with the sheets and caused a round of aftershocks that shook my body.

Reb followed me down. He kissed the center of my back—which caused another aftershock, the bastard—then slowly withdrew. He collapsed on his back next to me and groaned. “Fucking you is gonna kill me.”

I huffed with laughter. That small amount of effort exhausted me. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Didn’t mean it any other way, sunshine.” Reb pushed up from the bed with a huff. He pinched the condom at the base of his cock. “I gotta take care of this. Be back in a sec.”

I tried not to watch his comical wide-legged walk to the adjoining bathroom, but I couldn’t help myself. Aside from the humor factor, it was an awesome display of flexing muscle and tattoos. He closed the door behind him, and I snuggled into the pillow.

Unlike our first time together when I’d been plagued by doubts and questions, this time I didn’t question my place in his bed. I knew it was where I belonged. I was happy here. But then a thought occurred to me—we’d been loud. Like call-the-cops-I-think-he’s-killing-her loud.

And Tucker was home.

Supposedly sleeping in his bed on the other side of the hallway. I really doubted anyone could sleep through all that sound we’d made.

Oh God. Oh no.

There was no way I was popping into the kitchen for breakfast tomorrow morning. Maybe I’d just make camp here in Reb’s bedroom and never leave. I’d have to have my mail forwarded, but other than that I didn’t see any drawbacks. Because I sure as hell wasn’t leaving this room.

“Ah no. What’s wrong now?”

I blinked and looked into Reb’s concerned face in front of me.

“Do you think Tucker heard us?” I whispered like it would make a difference now.

Reb just laughed as he nudged me toward my side of the bed.

“Reb! That’s not an answer! I can’t face him. Oh my God. He had to’ve heard us.” I dropped my voice into a soft whisper again. “How could he not?”

“You worry enough for twelve people, sunshine. Relax. I told you he was a deep sleeper.”

“I really doubt anyone could sleep through that. We were loud. And you spanked me.”

“Mmmmm, yeah. Fuck, that was hot.”

“Reb!”

His laughter shook the bed. “Relax, baby. The room’s soundproof and the door’s locked. We’re fine.”

“Reb!” This time I was loud for a different reason. “Why didn’t you tell me? And that whole game yesterday—why would you put me through that?”

“Because it’s hot. You’re amazing as fuck when you’re turned on. Times that by a thousand when you’re horny and worried. What can I say? I’m a sadistic bastard.”

“Ugh.” I put some space between us and crossed my arms. I tried to act like I was angry but really I was relieved. Plus Reb wouldn’t let me put any distance between us for long.

He grabbed my arm and tugged me across the few inches until I was nestled in his arms. I gave up the fight and nuzzled my face against his chest.

“You’re still a jerk.”

“Yeah, but I’m your jerk.”

I smiled and burrowed deeper in his arms. After a few minutes, my body felt boneless, and I was inches from sleep when a thought occurred to me that I couldn’t let go of. It circled my head and bugged me until I had to know.

“Is it always like that with you?”

Reb groaned and sank into his pillow. “Am I always a jerk? Sometimes. When I wanna be. Sometimes I’m an asshole, too.”

“No. I mean sex. Is it always like that for you?”

Reb rolled onto his back and put his left hand behind his head. The other stayed wrapped around me. “I dunno. Sometimes. How do you mean?”

“I, uh, haven’t been with a ton of guys. Just the one long-term abusive relationship and another awkward one-night thing. But it’s never been like this for me. So I don’t know. I guess I’m wondering if I’ve been dating the wrong kinda guy, or if it’s just you.”

“Yes and yes.”

“Reb, come on. Be serious.” Something about the dark room made me feel brave, or maybe that had something to do with the amazing orgasm I just had. I felt like I could conquer anything. Or at least have a genuine conversation.

“Okay, so we’re doing the whole naked vulnerable thing? Let me get my guitar out…”

“Never mind.” I rolled away from him with a huff and closed my eyes. I should’ve known better than to think he was ready for the deep, dark secret portion of the relationship. Wait, did we even have a relationship? Where did that thought come from? Why couldn’t I turn off my brain? See, this was the danger of amazing orgasms with hot bad boys. It made me think too much.

“Ah, come on, baby. Don’t go to sleep mad.”

“What? I’m not mad. I just…I don’t know. I can’t turn my brain off.”

Silence sank between us along with an awkward tension. At least on my part; I was pretty sure he’d fallen asleep. But not me. No, my mind was still twirling with thoughts. Like how did I end up in bed with a biker? And how many women had Reb been with? Was I just one of the masses? Why did I put myself through this pointless, mental agony? And then Reb spoke.

“I guess it was at first with Rhonda.”

I startled but decided to stay quiet so that he would continue.

“I fucked around a lot before I met her, but it was never anything amazing. Never anything that made me wanna give up the buffet of women that comes with this life.”

“And then you met Rhonda.”

“Yeah, and it was different. Everything was so intense. She was intense. The sex was insane. And it was a wild few years. Amazing sex, partying every night, drinking, getting high—we were living the life.”

Didn’t sound like any life I wanted, at least not after the way I grew up. Plus that wasn’t the Reb I knew. I had a hard time aligning the two different versions of him in my mind. “So what went wrong?”

“You can’t live that life forever. First Zag came to live with us when he was, like, sixteen, and then Rhonda got pregnant. You kinda grow up real fast when you got a kid depending on you.”

I thought of my childhood and all the hungry nights, false promises, and neglect. “Or at least you should.”

“Yeah, that was kinda the problem. I grew up, and she didn’t. Crazy is awesome when it’s just two people. It’s fucking whacked when it’s happening in front of your kid. I waited for her to grow up, but it wasn’t happening, so I kicked her out.”

“And then you went back on your no-strings-sex binge?” What man wouldn’t?

“Something like that. On the nights I didn’t have Tucker. But it didn’t take me long to realize how empty all those hookups were.”

“Just long enough to get some new hardware,” I teased, nodding at the sheet covering his crotch.

Reb chuckled. “A souvenir. And now a reminder of how empty my life was before. That I needed the stimulation from a piercing to have sex half as hot as what we just did. Because hooking up like that was so fucking empty.”

It shouldn’t have struck me as so sweet—he was talking about other women while I was in his bed, after all—but I loved what he said. I was different. What we had was different. Better. His words warmed me more than the heat being generated from his large body.

I snuggled close to his side, and just as I was drifting away to sleep I heard him mutter, “And I’m never fucking letting you go.”