Whiskey: A Reed Security Romance (Reed Security Series Book 7)

by Giulia Lagomarsino

  “I don’t need a man to provide for me,” I snapped. I immediately felt bad. It was a stupid reaction brought on by years of being told what to do. I just wanted freedom now and not to feel like I was shackled to someone.

  “You want to tell me what the fuck is wrong?” He asked as his eyes darkened into a lethal glare.

  “I’m sorry,” I sighed. “I just want to be sure that you understand how this will be if I live here. I won’t be told where to go or what to do and part of that is not relying on you for everything.”

  “Have I given you the impression that I want you at my beck and call? Or that I’ll expect you to sit back and be the good little housewife?”

  I bit my lip as I shook my head.

  “Good. Because I just want to make up for lost time. I wasn’t there for so long and no matter what you tell me, I need to know that I’m taking care of my family. If you want to go back to work, go ahead. I’ll make sure that you have a car to get where you’re going. You don’t need to get anything approved by me first or come to me for consent. This is our home and if you want to redecorate the whole fucking thing, you do whatever you want so you feel comfortable.”

  I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from letting the tears fall. I felt like such a bitch. He had been so good to me from the moment he found me and I was treating him like shit.

  “Hey, I know what that asshole did and how he treated you. I just want to make sure that for the rest of your life, you get everything you deserve and more. I can’t believe I made it so fucking long without you in my life, but I can tell you this, it’s been fucking lonely without you.”

  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close. I let my eyes drift closed as I listened to the steady beat of his heart. It had always calmed me so much. Even if I didn’t want to admit it, I needed Chris more than ever. I was lost here, going out on my own for the first time. Axel would adjust fine, but I wasn’t so sure about myself. I was snapping at Chris like he was mistreating me.

  He took my hand and showed me the bathroom, which had a huge tub for soaking. I would definitely be using that soon. Tonight, if possible.

  “So, what do you think?” It was an innocent enough question, but I saw the lust in his eyes. He wanted me more than ever now that we were in his bedroom, but I still had to make an appointment to be checked out.

  “I think it’s great. I’m definitely going to be soaking tonight.”

  “Go for it.”

  His hands slid down my body until he was cupping my ass, pulling me against his erection. He dropped his lips to my neck and nipped at the exposed skin. I felt his tongue leaving wet trails over my skin and I groaned, wanting him more than I ever had before. “Chris,” I moaned.

  “God, I want you.” His lips found mine and soon he was taking my breath away, kissing me with all the pent up aggression of a man that had gone without for seventeen years. I doubted he had, but he kissed me like it had been that long. His tongue stroked mine aggressively. He bit at my lip and slid his hands down my pants. I pushed against his chest, needing him to stop this.

  “Chris, we can’t. I need to be checked out first.”

  He groaned and kissed me again. “I really wish we didn’t have to wait.”

  “I know,” I breathed out as he continued to kiss my neck and then nibble on my ear. “God, I want that too, but we have to be safe.”

  He pulled himself back from me and stood a good two feet away breathing hard. “I’m going to take Axel to get some shit and fix up what I can. You go take a bath. And you better be fully dressed at bedtime, otherwise, I won’t be able to help myself.”

  He walked away, leaving me shaky and needy. This was the right choice though. I couldn’t risk giving him and STD if Slasher had given me something. He had been with enough whores that my odds weren’t that great. I stripped down and sank into a warm bath that I ran and tried to forget about everything. There were so many new things going on in my life and it was too stressful to deal with tonight. I was just happy that I was with Chris again and was safe at last.

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  A week later, I was on top of the world. I had gone into Kate’s office and talked with her about her job offer. I informed her that I was waiting on my STD tests. She reassured me that with all the treatments nowadays for STDs she didn’t think it would be a problem. She offered me the job and said I could start next week. I was over the moon to finally be getting back to some sense of normalcy. This was the first time that I would not only be able to have a job, but keep my paycheck and come and go as I pleased. I didn’t have anyone picking me up or taking me home. I could stop at the grocery store and I could go shopping for clothes if I wanted. This was my life and this was just the beginning of taking it all back.

  After I left her office, I was just pulling up to Chris’s house when I got the second great piece of news. My test results were back and I was clean. I was shocked to say the least. How a man like Slasher managed to stay STD free over the years was beyond me, but I was just happy that he hadn’t passed anything along to me. Without going inside, I decided to make a special trip to Victoria’s Secret. Chris had given me his card to go shopping for clothes until I started earning money of my own. I hadn’t used it very much, but I thought he would appreciate me spending a little on something for tonight. I planned to make it worth his while.

  It was a little difficult for me to figure out what to get. I was no longer a spring chicken. I mean, I wasn’t old by any means, but I was no longer at the age that I could get away with wearing something that a twenty something would wear. Or at least, I didn’t feel comfortable wearing it. I felt too long like I was Slasher’s whore and while I wanted to feel sexy, I wanted to stay away from anything that screamed slut. I might change my mind after some more time, but for now, I just wanted to feel sexy for Chris.

  When I got home, I was practically jumping up and down with excitement until I realized that I had a kid and I couldn’t really have sex with him in the house. That would be weird. I didn’t want to hold back my first time with Chris and I didn’t want to be thinking about if my son might walk through the door at any minute.

  I dialed Chris’s number and waited for him to answer.

  “Hey, baby. What’s going on?”

  “Uh, Chris?” I was so nervous about saying that I wanted to have sex with him tonight that I just breathed heavily into the phone for a moment.

  “What’s wrong? How fast do I need to be there?” His voice was urgent and demanding. I shook my head as I realized how ridiculous I was being. We were both adults. I could talk to him about this.

  “Nothing’s wrong,” I finally said. “I just got the results back from the doctor and I’m clean.”

  There was silence on the other end.

  “Chris?”

  “Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat. “I had to find somewhere to be alone. I’ve got a bit of a situation over here.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

  “No, baby. I mean you just gave me a bit of a situation, if you catch my drift.”

  “Oh…oh!” I said as I caught on to what he was saying. “Sorry about that. I was calling because I was thinking that tonight we could…get reacquainted.”

  “Damn straight we are.”

  “But we have Axel and if he’s there, I won’t be able to really let go.”

  “So, you want me to get rid of the kid?”

  “Crap. That sounds so bad, doesn’t it?”

  “Not at all. I’ve got it covered. Just be ready when I get home tonight, because you won’t be coming up for air until I’ve had my way with you all night.”

  Shivers ran down my spine and I smiled. “Promises, promises.”

  “You bet your sweet ass it’s a promise.”

  He hung up before I could say anything else. I bit my lip as I remembered what it had been like when we were teenagers. It had to be better now, right? I mean, he was older and had more experience. Surely, it w
ould be a lot better. I shook those thoughts from my head as I went to the bathroom to prepare for the night.

  After showering, I pulled out a new razor to use on my legs. I wanted to be as smooth as a baby’s bottom tonight. I winced as I nicked myself several times and decided by the fourth cut to use some oil. I rubbed it down my legs and started again, getting a much closer shave this time. I couldn’t believe how smooth my legs felt. When I was done with my legs, I decided that maybe I should do a bit more shaving for him. Maybe make my downstairs look just as pretty.

  I rested my foot on the ledge in the bathtub and did my best to oil myself up. God, I really didn’t want any cuts down there. That would probably be painful. I had trimmed, but never shaved before. I hadn’t ever wanted Slasher to think that I was trying to entice him into my bed. I pulled the skin as taut as possible and started shaving. I was surprised at how often I had to rinse out the shaver. There was a ton of hair!

  I was also finding it difficult to shave as much as I wanted. I was too nervous about cutting myself. Adjusting my footing to get a better, wider stance, I turned to face the shower curtain and faced the spray against the wall. Facing this way, I was able to spread my legs further apart and I didn’t worry as much about cutting myself.

  The shower curtain was yanked back and I jerked up in surprise as I held my pussy lips apart. The shock of seeing Chris standing in front of me had me trying to quickly put my legs together. I stumbled, knocking the oil over and slipped as I tried to regain my footing. I crashed down into the base of the tub, landing on my hip and just barely keeping the razor from landing on my face.

  “Oh,” I groaned as I rolled over in the tub and tried to sit up.

  “Are you okay?” I heard him rumble with laughter. He was fucking laughing at me. I was doing all this for him and he found this funny.

  “Just help me up,” I grumbled.

  “What were you doing?”

  “What did it look like? I was shaving.”

  “Yeah, but why?”

  “Because,” I said nervously. “I thought you might like it. I didn’t know how you…prefer your women. There’s no way I’m getting a wax, but I thought this might be nice too.”

  I stared at the tub floor and wished that I could sink down the drain to keep him from staring at me any longer. Not only was I naked, but he had caught me spreading myself wide open. Just the way every girl wants the man she loves to see her after seventeen years. Not to mention that I had a kid and nothing about my body looked like it had when I was seventeen. I had stretch marks and belly flab that just didn’t want to go away. It was fine in clothes, hardly noticeable. But naked? That was a different story. And not just naked, but in the harsh light of the bathroom where everything was more visible.

  “Come on out.” He handed me a towel and I wrapped it around myself, unable to look him in the eye. Not that I could anyway. That damn cowboy hat he always wore was blocking me from seeing his dark, stormy eyes.

  He led me over to the bed and pushed me down on it, then opened my towel, which I immediately tried to pull closed.

  “Wait. Not yet.”

  “Hold still, woman.”

  “No. I had a plan. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I have lingerie and I was supposed to be sexy.”

  “You are sexy. Damn sexy and you don’t need fucking lingerie. Not that I won’t let you put it on for me, but you don’t need to be filling your head with that crap. Now, I’m going to shave that pretty pussy and then I’m going to eat every inch of it until you’re screaming my name. Then we’ll see about the lingerie and the what happens from there. Got it?”

  There wasn’t really a question in there. He was just telling me how it was going to be and I was supposed to go along for the ride. He stood up and walked into the bathroom, coming back with a straight razor and the oil I had been using in the shower. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and knelt down in front of me.

  Oh, God. This was so embarrassing. He was going to be looking at me up close and personal, and while I knew that happened during sex, this was different. I wouldn’t be distracted by the feelings going on in my body and he would be concentrating on not my pleasure, but trimming the hairs from my lips. Was it ugly? I thought so, but then I hadn’t had a satisfying sexual experience since the last time I was with him.

  He spread my legs and I immediately pulled the covers over my face to hide my embarrassment.

  “What are you doing?”

  “The light is in my eyes,” I lied.

  I heard him chuckle and I sighed. I couldn’t slip anything past him. I felt his rough hands start massaging the oil into my trimmed hair and then after a few moments, I felt the cool steel of the blade against my skin. To say that it was a little terrifying would be an understatement. Having a person with a sharp object that close to your delicate areas was not something that I really thought I would ever have to experience. I forced myself to take deep, long breaths to keep myself from flinching. Every time he pulled my skin, I wondered if he was almost done yet. Then his fingers slid lower and massaged around my ass hole. I flung the covers off and sat up immediately.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Shaving you.”

  He pushed me back down, but I sat back up. “I realize that, but why are you shaving there?”

  “Because when I fuck you, I want to see that tight hole and hope that someday you’ll let me in there.” The glint in his eyes had me blushing like a schoolgirl. Not knowing what to say, I laid back down and pulled the blanket over my head again. God, this was so embarrassing. Why did I feel worse now than when we were teenagers? “Relax, Ali. You’re fucking beautiful. You don’t have anything to hide from. I like staring at your pussy.”

  I bit back my smile as I continued to hide under the covers. When a warm rag started wiping me down, I finally started to relax. He was done. But then I felt his hot breath on me and I jerked my knees closed. Or, I tried to, but they hit the sides of his head and then his hands were pushing my thighs apart. With a flick of his tongue, my whole body tensed. It felt so good, but I wasn’t prepared for it. I hardly remembered what it was like to make love to a man and Chris had never gone down on me when we were kids.

  This was my first time and suddenly, I was filled with all these fears. Would I taste good? What if he didn’t like it? What if I smelled? That area wasn’t exactly the cleanest area of the body. This was gross. I couldn’t do this. I scurried back on the bed, completely ignoring what his tongue had already started doing to me. His strong hands latched onto my ankles and pulled me back to the edge of the bed. I squirmed and tried to get away, but his grip was too strong. He flung the covers off me and looked at me intently under his cowboy hat. Damn, he was sexy.

  “Baby, this is happening. There’s nothing I want more than to taste you on my tongue. Stop moving away from me so I can sink my tongue into your sweet honey.”

  “But it’s gross!” I shouted. “I’m sorry, Chris, but I can’t do this. I’ve never…and we…what if you don’t like it?”

  He leaned forward on his elbows until he was just inches from my face. He ran his nose up and down mine before placing a sweet kiss on my lips. “Baby, there’s no way I wouldn’t like the taste of you. All these years, I’ve been dreaming of what it would be like to have you in my arms again. To know the taste of your skin again. I was just a fumbling kid when we were together, but now I need to know what I was missing out on. Trust me, you won’t be thinking about anything but how much pleasure I’m giving you when I get started.”

  I let out a slow breath as he slid down my body, trailing wet kisses along my skin. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of his slick tongue against my now smooth skin. His tongue circled my clit, making me pulse into his tongue. My breathing was erratic to say the least. I felt like I was on the verge of a total body breakdown as he lapped and nibbled at my pussy. When his tongue thrust inside me, I came undone, shattering in his arms as he drove me higher and higher until I couldn�
��t feel a thing.

  I heard the clank of his belt as he undid it and let my eyes slide open just enough to see him ripping his shirt off his muscled chest. The way his biceps flexed and his abs crunched had my pussy clenching in need. I couldn’t wait any longer for him. I sat up and slid the zipper down on his jeans and shoved his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free. I didn’t need him completely bare. I just needed his cock now.

  His hand moved to his head to remove his hat, but I shook my head. “Leave it on. It’s sexy.”

  He grinned and slid his cock inside me. His hands were under my ass, lifting me up to him as he took me hard and fast. This was nothing like when we were kids. His thrusts were controlled and hard. He maneuvered my body like he had been doing it for years. He tilted my hips further and pleasure roared through me as he hit me at a new angle. I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him in tight to me. He bucked into me like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. Holy fuck, it was hot.

  His shaggy hair slipped out of his hat and sweat slipped down his cheeks. His jaw was clenched tight and I realized that he was trying to hold back. “Let go,” I panted. “Fuck me hard.”

  “I wanted this to be different. I wanted to make love to you.”

  “You are. Now take me.”

  His eyes grew impossibly dark as he pounded into me, holding my legs tight to him. Each thrust was pushing me higher up the bed, but he kept me from scooting too far from him.

  “God, I waited forever for this, Ali. I never thought I would have you again.”

  I groaned as he pushed inside me one more time and jerked as he spilled himself inside me. The feel of him jerking inside me pushed me over the edge again. My nails dug into his forearms as I came hard around him. He collapsed onto me, smothering me under his humongous body, but I didn’t care. I loved the feel of him on top of me. I pushed up his cowboy hat so I could look into his eyes. What I saw filled me with so many feels. There was love, need, hunger, and what looked like a question.

  “What?” I asked as I ran my hand down the side of his face.