Reed

by Sawyer Bennett

  "Get her dropped off all safe and sound?" I ask him as he sits on the edge of the bed to take his shoes off.

  "Yeah," he says as he gives me a quick glance over his shoulder. "I also stopped by Marek's on the way back."

  This catches my interest and I sit up against the headboard, pulling the sheet up with me to cover my chest. Sex can wait a few minutes. "How is he?"

  Reed's head turns back to focus on his shoes and socks. When he has them removed, he stands up and pulls his T-shirt over his head. I try not to ogle him, and it's made easier by the worry in his voice and on his face when he turns to me. "No clue. He wasn't there. Gracen said he took off three days ago with Holt and she hasn't seen him."

  "What?" I exclaim, sitting up even further in bed.

  Reed nods with an annoyed expression. "She said she's hardly seen him since they got here. The first few days he would stay away all day, leaving her and Lilly at the house, and would come back late at night after Lilly was in bed. She said he's hardly spoken a handful of words to either of them."

  "He can't do that," I say with worry. "I know it's hard on him, but, Reed...he's got a child who has to be confused as hell."

  "I know that," Reed returns glumly as he strips off his shorts and underwear.

  God, he's gorgeous.

  "What should we do?" I ask, and then my mind goes slightly blank as Reed crawls across the bed toward me. Muscles in his shoulders and chest are flexing and bunching, and his eyes are focused intently on me.

  "We should talk about it after I make love to you," he suggests with a slight smile.

  Talk about what?

  Reed deftly pulls the sheet down my body and I slouch back down onto the mattress. He comes to hover over me from my side and murmurs, "We need to finish making up before we even look at the outside world."

  "We haven't fully made up?" I ask him coyly.

  Stretching out his frame beside me, Reed brings a large hand to cup my breast. Electric bolts of pleasure shoot through me and I can't help but arch into his touch. He chuckles as he dips his head, his mouth covering mine in a hot, possessive kiss. His fingers pluck at my nipple and I moan. "Reed, please."

  "Please what?" he whispers against my mouth. "What do you need?"

  I need so many things right now. For him to keep kissing me. For him to put his hand between my legs. For him to fill me up.

  I need it all.

  But most important, I need to let him know I feel for him the way he feels for me.

  "I love you," I say as I pull slightly away from his kiss.

  Reed's head jerks back and he looks at me with his eyebrows drawn inward. I can read the mixture of disbelief and hope on his face.

  "What?" I tease him as I bring my hands to his cheeks. "Why is that a surprise to you?"

  He shakes his head. "It's just...I've never heard those words from a woman before."

  "And how do they feel?"

  "Impactful," he says simply. "I felt them everywhere."

  "Good answer," I say with a grin, and pull his face down to mine. The kiss this time is unlike any we've ever had. It's not so much about the feeling of our tongues against each other, but about the emotion swirling around us. I can feel the bond between us stretching like a rubber band, and then springing back to hold us together tightly.

  Reed groans and then turns his face to the side, burying his face into me neck. "I love you, Josie. So much."

  "I know," I whisper as my hand goes to the back of his head to hold him tight to me. "I knew it before Aiden even said as much."

  Lifting his head, Reed grimaces down at me. "Let's not mention his name in this bed. He's a good dude and has helped us see the light, but the rule is he doesn't exist right now."

  "Deal," I say with a sincere nod of my head. "Now, I would very much like you to fuck me."

  Reed gives me a beautiful smile and rolls over on top of me. I can feel the hard length of him press against my pubic bone. We just stare at each other a moment, then he shifts slightly so he can bring his hand down between my legs just as I'd imagined not long ago.

  A soft sigh gushes out of me as his fingers find my wetness and I arch into him. He slides one finger into me, pushing until his knuckle presses into my flesh.

  "Josie," Reed murmurs, and I realize my eyes had closed. I open them to find his face hovering right over mine. "We need to do a few things."

  "Like what?" I groan as I wiggle my hips to feel more of him.

  His hand rotates and his thumb brushes against my clit. "I'm three weeks out from the start of training camp. I'd like to do some traveling. Can you get time off?"

  My head spins because my thoughts are having a hard time moving away from the sensations between my legs, but I manage to nod. "Yeah...um, sure."

  "How do you feel about Minnesota?" he asks.

  "Huh?" I grunt as he slides his finger slowly out of me.

  "Minnesota," he repeats as he starts to rub my clit again.

  I can't do it. I can't hold a conversation with him while he does that. My hand slams down over his, halting his movements. I shake my head and clear my focus. "Why are we talking about Minnesota right now?"

  Laughing, Reed bends down and rubs his nose against mine. "Because I want to go home to visit my family, and I'd like you to come with me."

  I blink at him, trying to process the myriad of emotions running through me. This is legitimate big time. Meeting his parents.

  "Okay," I breathe out with what I'm sure is a dopey look on my face based on how I'm feeling inside. "I'd love to."

  "And then we'll head over to California and visit yours," he continues.

  "Wow," I say softly as I release my hold on his hand. "This is it, huh?"

  "The start of something unbelievably fantastic?"

  "Oh yeah," I agree before pulling his face down to mine. We kiss and forget about talking anymore.

  Reed's hand goes back to work on me, my clit so sensitized that within moments he has me arching and crying out my release.

  "Fucking beautiful," he mutters as he takes himself in hand and lines up the head of his cock with my opening. I can feel the warmth of it as he pushes against me, and I hold my breath as he starts to slide into me.

  "You good?" he asks.

  "Be better once you're all the way in," I pant as he stretches me oh so good.

  "No condom, Josie," he points out through gritted teeth.

  "Noticed that," I stammer.

  Reed punches his hips forward and I'm filled to capacity. He drops his forehead and rests it against mine for a moment. His chest is rising and falling as it presses against mine, and I can feel his body trembling. I can feel the emotion swirling around us, between us, and I fall more in love with him in this moment.

  As if summoning strength to move, Reed slowly pushes up so he's staring down at me, tentatively rotating his hips.

  "Fuck, that feels good," he growls.

  "God, doesn't it, though?" I moan.

  "I love you, Josie," he says so earnestly and with so much devotion in his eyes that for a moment I can't breathe.

  "You're it for me, Reed," I whisper. "The love I was supposed to wait for."

  That's all he needs to hear and he starts to move inside of me. It's beautiful and filling and magical. There's no hardness or softness to his movements.

  No particular cadence.

  No metaphorical rhyme or physical reason why it feels so good.

  It's just...love.

  Different from anything I've ever felt before.

  More right than anything I could ever imagine.

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  Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, SAWYER BENNETT has released multiple books, many of which have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists.

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  Marek

  A Cold Fury Hockey Novel

  by Sawyer Bennett

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  Chapter 1

  Marek

  You need to get your fucking head on straight and get your house in order.

  Yeah, that's what Reed had told me on the phone yesterday, and my response?

  "Get off my fucking back."

  No way in hell I'll ever admit it to his face he's right, but it doesn't mean he's wrong. I know I've got to quit ignoring the truth of my life right now and figure out some way to accept that my life today is vastly different than I'd ever imagined it would be.

  Goddamn Gracen. Keeping such a secret from me.

  A daughter.

  Lilly.

  I'm scared as fuck.

  I sit in the gloom of my garage, the ticking of my car engine slow and steady as opposed to the beat of my heart, which is erratic. I've been gone for three days at the beach with Holt, staying drunk most of the time and ignoring the mess of my life back here in Raleigh. I'd still be there too if Reed hadn't called me yesterday and torn me a new asshole over the way I'd been ignoring Gracen and Lilly.

  Gracen is the easy excuse. I'm so angry at her that I can barely stand to be in the same room. Our conversations have been brief and stilted. I left her a credit card so she could buy whatever she needs, and outside of some basic instructions regarding the house alarm and how to work the TV, we haven't spoken much. Lilly doesn't bear my anger, but I know she's feeling it. She barely looks at me when we're in the same room, however brief it may be.

  I'd even reasoned to myself that leaving for a few days would give Lilly some respite from the tension within the house. Of course, I know her mother has got to be stressed to the max, and that's probably affecting Lilly, but I choose not to let that be my problem.

  I'd done what I set out to do. I stopped Gracen from making a fool out of herself by marrying Owen Waller, and now I'm saddled with an ex-girlfriend I'd left behind long ago and a new daughter I had not expected nor frankly wanted.

  My life is fucked.

  With a sigh I get out of my car and pocket my keys. My feet are heavy as I walk up the three short steps that will lead into the mudroom. My spine is locked tight in stressful anticipation of any confrontation I might have with Gracen, and acid churns in my gut over the thought of having to engage with a child who looks just like me yet whom I have nothing in common with.

  Christ, I know nothing about kids.

  I mean, nothing.

  I open the door quietly and slip inside. The mudroom leads into a short hall. Turn right and I'm in the laundry room. Turn left and I'm in the kitchen that extends openly into the living area. The sound of the TV hits my ears first and I go even more on edge. That means one or both of the females now in my life are just a few short feet away, which means conversation is inevitable.

  It's going on 9 P.M. and I have no clue if Lilly is even still awake. No idea what time toddlers go to bed. All I know is that the late nights I'd been coming home this past week were late enough that Lilly had been sleeping and thus I didn't have to deal with her.

  Didn't mean I wasn't curious about her, because I am. It just means I don't know how to fucking deal with this.

  My kitchen lights are off, but the glow of the TV in the living room illuminates the area enough so I can navigate around the counter. I hope to slip unnoticed past the couch, but Gracen's head pops up. I can see by the heaviness of her eyelids she'd been sleeping.

  She stands up and rubs her face before looking at me. "We need to talk."

  "I'm tired," I say, and start to head into the formal room, the other side of which is the master suite. I'd put Gracen and Lilly upstairs in the guest bedrooms.

  "No, now," she says firmly as she walks around the couch toward me. She turns on a floor lamp and blinks from the light.

  "Tomorrow," I mutter as I walk away.

  "We're leaving tomorrow," Gracen says in an unyielding tone. "So if you want to hear what I have to say, you better stop and listen. Tomorrow will be too late."

  That stops me dead in my tracks. I turn slowly to face her. "You're not leaving."

  "Yeah, I am," she says angrily. "Lilly and I are virtual prisoners here. You demanded we come here, threatening to take her away if I didn't, and then you ignore us for a week. We don't know anyone here, and I don't even know whether to look for a job or not. But more importantly, and why I'm willing to risk your wrath if we leave, is because Lilly is confused as hell as to who you are and what your purpose in her life is."

  That right there tempers the brewing storm of anger that had been starting to rise. "What have you told her about me?"

  "Nothing," she says tiredly as she shoves her hands into the pockets of her jeans. Gracen always did fill out a pair of tight jeans nicely, and that hasn't changed over the years. She's still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and fuck me if I don't believe part of it is because she had my child.

  Goddamn that's confusing.

  "She only thinks you're a friend of her mommy's," she adds quietly, and that cuts me deep. Why I thought Gracen would fill her in on the fact Lilly has a daddy who was kept secret from her is beyond me, but I really expected her to just deal with the emotional fallout, I guess. I mean, I sure as shit don't know what to say to a toddler I barely know.

  "She needs to know," I say, the emotion thick on my tongue.

  "Agreed," Gracen murmurs. "But it has to be done right, and it has to be done together, and it can't be done when you aren't ever here. More than that, I
only want to tell her if you plan on being active in her life. She'll be crushed if you weren't interested in her, and I'm not about to risk breaking her heart like that. You're a dick, Marek. Have been since the moment you dumped me four years ago because you didn't want me dragging you down in your new, fancy professional athlete life. But you cannot be that way with your daughter. I won't let you, and I'll fight you every step of the way to protect her."

  "Christ," I mutter as I drag a hand through my hair in frustration. "I need a beer. Want one?"

  Gracen shakes her head but follows me into the kitchen. I flip on the overhead light and snag a beer from the fridge. I watch as she sits on one of the short stools on the far end of the L-shaped kitchen island. She looks exhausted and frazzled, like she could snap at any moment.

  I'm such a sick bastard that part of me revels in that, because it's pretty much how I've felt ever since I found out I had a daughter I didn't know about.

  Wait...strike that.

  If I'm honest--and I'll only be honest with myself at the moment--I felt that way since learning that Gracen was going to get married. It hit me so hard I felt like I'd been hip checked and slammed into the ice face first. I'd managed to lead my life after Gracen, sometimes going weeks without thinking--too much--about her. Never thought about her when I was with other women, which is why I tried to be with a lot of women. Kept the memories away.

  But there was no way I could let her marry Owen. He would have destroyed her spirit, and that would have been a travesty to the world. I may have left her behind, but I never failed to remember that in doing so, I probably would never find better again in my life. It was a choice I had to make at the time and had never once truly regretted. Might have bemoaned it, but I didn't let myself have regret.

  When I left Gracen behind--who is three years younger than me--she finished college and got her nursing degree. I knew she'd never do it if she followed me for my career.

  Now I know that she not only finished college after I left, but she did so while going through a pregnancy alone and raising a daughter all by herself. It's no wonder she latched on to Owen, who could have provided her with a very posh lifestyle.