by Nashoda Rose
“You think I brought you here for you? I’m not that nice of a guy, Kat. I brought you here for me. So I could glue you back to me.” He leaned forward and kissed me then whispered against my lips, “It’s permanent glue, baby.”
Holy shit. I didn’t know what to say. My heart pounded so fast with my lips parted, my breath was hesitant and uncontrolled.
“I’ll do anything to keep you. You have to get that, Kat. Your MS I can’t stop or control, but I’ll fuckin’ try. I may not deserve you, Christ, I know I don’t deserve you, but I’m taking you anyway and when we go back, I’m making sure everyone knows it.”
Wow.
He cupped my chin and made me look at him. “We won’t ever be done.”
“You know that sounds crazy, Ream. Relationships don’t work that way.”
“They do with me.” He kissed the tip of my nose.
I was silent. What he was saying was what I knew already. Somewhere I knew that whatever happened with his sister made him this way. He warned me. I did know what I was getting into with Ream, but I also knew that he’d never physically hurt me. He’d protect me with everything he had and I did want that. I wanted every part of Ream.
“Kat.” His tone was rough and tweaked with a hint of frustrated warning.
I slipped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He groaned and I felt the smile on my mouth as I gave him what he needed: my acceptance of the man he’d become.
“I’m moving into your bed.”
This wasn’t a question. It was a statement and I rolled my eyes. “Then you’re buying a bigger bed.”
It was a tight chuckle, but still a chuckle. I desired every part of this man, his smile, his laugh, how he looked at me and made me feel … he made me feel whole.
“We need to get back.” Then he kissed me and it made my insides all mushy and wishing he’d brought condoms. He stroked the side of my face, and I noticed the tension in his expression. “The phone call was Lance.”
“What? Why the hell would he call your phone?”
“Because you’re not answering yours.”
“Shit. What a douche.” Stupid. Did Lance not see the overturned table at the bar or forget that Ream tried to beat him up at the hospital? “What did he want?”
“To know where you are.”
If Ream hadn’t looked so serious I would’ve laughed at Lance’s stupidity, but I sobered when I thought of what Ream had said on the phone. “Why did you say cheat? What did he ask you?”
“It was nothing, baby. He was just saying shit to get me riled.” Ream got to his feet bringing me with him, his hands now on my ass. “Kiss me.” It wasn’t him asking.
And I did. Because no matter how much I wanted to think I was strong, I wasn’t strong enough to ever deny Ream and I didn’t want to.
I was his.
***
We didn’t make it to the farm, at least not right away. I made him pull over at the drug store and came out with condoms. Ream thought I meant for later. I meant for now and I wasn’t waiting.
Ream pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to the highway. I blared the music and bounced along to it. He tried to turn it down. I slapped his hand then undid my seat belt.
“What are you—” He frowned and it was cute because his eyes narrowed, and I saw the heated desire as I wiggled out of my jeans.
The car slowed. His hands clenched the steering wheel, and he had trouble keeping his eyes on the road. The bass drum vibrated through me, and I moved my body to it as I shimmied out of my shirt, leaving only my pink bra and matching undies.
I put my fingers under the edges of my panties and snapped the elastic.
“Jesus, Kat. I’m driving.”
I raised my brows and licked my lower lip while I crawled up onto my seat and leaned across the gear shift. “Hey, baby?” I whispered right next to his ear so my heated breath hit the spot just below. “Can I ride you while you drive?” Then I reached down and placed my hand on his hard cock.
“Fuck.” Ream looked over his shoulder then cut off a car as he swerved to the exit ramp then made a sharp right then another and skidded onto the shoulder.
I had already grabbed a condom and had it unwrapped before he slammed the car into park. I yanked down his zipper, pulled out his cock, and rolled it on.
He grabbed me around the waist and dragged me on top of him, the steering wheel pressed rigid into my back.
“I need you.”
“No shit.” He hooked his fingers around the elastic of my panties, and with one swift pull ripped them from my body. I don’t know where they ended up; all I knew was that I had his cock in my hand and was sliding it through my wetness then sinking down on top it.
“Oh God,” I cried as I drove deep. Then I sighed at the familiar comfort of him … settled inside me where he belonged.
It was finding all of him as I gave all of me.
I kissed him with urgency, my hands on either side of his head, fingers curled in his hair, as I pressed my knees into the leather seat and he slowly slipped out of me to the tip. When I felt his hips arching up, I pushed down as he sunk inside me again.
Over and over.
I put my hands on the headrest, the crinkling of leather beneath the pressure of fingers digging into the material. He met my thrusts with the same urgency, and I moaned throwing my head back. Pushing. Straining. Needing.
His finger caressed the puckered sensitive spot in the crease of my ass, and it sent waves of desire to another level. He moved away and I was … disappointed.
“No, I want you to.” I grabbed his wrist and pulled it back to my butt.
He hesitated and then he trailed his finger through my wetness then came back and circled the spot again. He began pushing slow but insistently against the tension.
“Push out, baby. Let me in.”
I closed my eyes and then did what he asked. My back arched at the strange, erotic feeling as his finger went inside my virgin ass. It was hot and incredible and I wanted more. When I opened my eyes, he was watching me and wasn’t moving. His eyes were glazed over and it was like … like he wasn’t there with me—again.
I stroked his cheek then tilted forward and kissed him. “Come back to me, baby.” At first he didn’t respond. Then suddenly he groaned and was kissing me back, harsh and unyielding. His finger slipped in and out of my ass, matching my rhythm as I moved up and down on him.
I didn’t know exactly what happened next. It was like we both locked in on one another, his finger in my ass, his cock deep, the music pounding through the speakers, our bodies interlocked. I drove him into me with a wild abandon. Up and down as hard and fast as I could, the steering wheel rubbing into my back, his eyes watching me until we both collided, crashed, and came together. I screamed and he groaned at the same time, bodies tensing and gripping one another as if we were afraid to let go.
I collapsed, my head on his shoulder, breathing raspy and heart pounding. I began to hear the cars speeding by and the odd horn beeping at us and realized anyone looking could see me sitting on top of him only in my bra.
And it didn’t matter.
He cradled my chin in his palm and brought my mouth in close to his where he kissed me all sweet and gentle. “That was hot.” He kissed my shoulder then my neck and up to my lips again.
“You left me for a bit. Where did you go?” That emotionless, almost cold, expression he’d had for a few seconds.
“My cock inside you?”
I gave him a duh look, eyes wide, brows raised, and lips pouting.
“My finger in your ass?”
“Yeah, Ream.”
“Then I wasn’t anywhere but in you.”
Fine, he didn’t want to talk about it, and I wasn’t ruining great car sex by pushing it. “You owe me new panties.” I slipped off of him and fell back in my seat and put my clothes back on minus the underwear. “And I like expensive ones.”
“I’ll buy you the whole goddamn store, beautiful.”
I realized I really liked it when he called me beautiful. The scars I had … they’d always be there looking back at me in the mirror. They were now a part of my story.
So was my MS.
And it was time my story was told.
When we arrived at the farm it was noon and no one was there. Logan left a note on the fridge that was in his usual direct tone. “Get to the studio. You’re late. I told you to be back by nine.”
Shit, that must have been what he told Ream on the phone last night after I spoke to Emily. Ream didn’t look too concerned though as he crumpled the note, tossed it in the garbage then snagged me around the waist and brought me up against him. “I’m in your bed tonight.”
Having a say in the matter wasn’t really any option, he was stating a fact, and Ream stating a fact meant it was happening. And I wasn’t going to argue because I wanted him in my bed so I nodded. He kissed me and I melted into him, unable to resist the way his mouth moved over mine and sent my stomach into an all-out party.
“You painting today?”
I nodded, wondering how on earth I would concentrate when all I could think about was Ream sleeping in my bed tonight and what that entailed. I thought I might paint my first nude today. It wasn’t like I needed Ream to model—his body was etched in me. I slid my hand down between us and placed my hand on his cock. It jerked then swelled under my touch.
He groaned, his hands tightening in my hair.
“Do we have time?”
“No,” he said and I pouted. “And the next time I sink inside you, it’s not going to be quick.” He stared at me, eyes intense. “For once I’m taking my sweet ass time.”
The thought made my cheeks feel like they were burning up because spending days in bed with him again … shit, I had an entire day to ponder that thought.
He chuckled and I think I fell a little bit more for him. “Is my Kat blushing? Oh, baby, you just sealed yourself to me.”
“I didn’t. I’m not. I don’t blush. It’s summer and it’s hot.”
“And we’re in an air-conditioned house. You’re hot and wet thinking about me sinking deep inside you again.” Fine, I was and I really wanted to tear open another condom right now. “Have to go. Be good and no playing.”
My mouth dropped open.
“Yeah. Only I get to get you off today. No playing until I get back.”
Shit.
“I’m not into whips and shit, but I am into anticipation. And I’ll know if you do. That lazy look in your eyes … Don’t think you can hide it from me, Kitkat.”
I guess painting a nude of Ream was out of the question. I’d never last the afternoon.
Ream kissed me again then let me go and was gone.
I was left standing with a throbbing clit and wondering if he could really tell if I pulled out my bunny. I hopped in the shower, a cold shower that was really quick before I changed my mind and said screw Ream’s no-play order. But taking the chance he’d find out then making me wait for the long sweet ass sex … not worth it.
I texted Emily and found out she was helping Robert with a new racehorse. I suspected Logan didn’t know she was, because no matter how tight they were, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d let her go to that developer’s place alone. I’d heard Robert had hit on her right in front of Logan the first time they met.
I could only imagine what he did. Logan had this unemotional expression that was super scary. I may tease him, but I wasn’t stupid enough to screw with that expression. My guess was Robert would find that out if he even looked at Emily the wrong way.
I painted the rest of the day, working on an abstract of Clifford from a photo I’d taken of him rolling, all four legs straight up in the air, the sun beaming down on his red and white barrel. I’d decided to do another series since my Havoc one did so well, this one of Clifford. It would be more abstract and fun than Havoc’s with the theme of colors linking them together.
I hadn’t forgotten about Lance’s phone call and the mention of cheating. It also bothered me about Ream’s sudden detachment during sex and his avoidance of me going down on him. The thoughts were pesky little flies that I kept swatting aside.
I heard the door then footsteps. Emily strolled into the sunroom wearing her tight black breeches and off white V-neck T-shirt, hair tied in a messy pony tail.
“Details. What happened between you two? Logan was so pissed at Ream. He was worried about you and even called Matt to find out what the deal was. Then he was furious because Ream is supposed to be the business head in the band and they had a new song to record this weekend. I don’t know how many times I heard him say he was irresponsible.” Whoops. Getting on Logan’s bad side was never a good idea. “Don’t worry I calmed him down with the sweetness of my mouth.” We laughed and I plopped my brush into the jar of murky water. “I want to know everything.”
“Well, I’m not giving you everything.”
“What? You always do.”
“This is different.”
Emily raised her brows. “Really? Like how different?”
“He wants to move into my bedroom.”
Emily laughed. “Wants or is?”
I snorted. “Yeah, you get it.” Then I told her about jumping off the cliff, go-karting, and Monopoly.
“Jesus, Ream can have fun. He’s always so serious or raving mad. Well, he was lunatic mad whenever he saw Crisis flirting with you. So are you ever going to tell me what drove you to piss him off so bad with that guy at the bar? Trust me, I get the not wanting to share part, but I’m here, Kat. No judgments. You know that, right?”
I nodded. I did. Emily was the type of girlfriend you wanted on your side of the court. She had this subtle strength about her, resolute, honest, and unshakeable. But sharing this part of myself had never been about her, it had been about me and how I saw myself.
“We need a bottle of wine. Maybe two … or three.” Because it was time I let her in.
It was midnight. We were smashed after three bottles of wine and a whole water trough of tears on her part after I told her. At first she was shocked and a little pissed off I kept something so serious from her, but Emily was Emily. She got it. She understood why I didn’t want anyone to know.
Then she told me … after the second bottle … what happened in Mexico. Alfonzo, the waterboarding, the public sex with Logan. She cried and we held one another, a new chapter born between us. We both saw strength in the other for what we had gone through except mine … well, mine was still unknown. No one knew what would happen. But it wasn’t as scary suddenly. I never thought I’d say it, but I felt stronger with her knowing. Ream was right; hiding it had been doing the opposite of what I thought it was doing.
We ended up blasting the music and dancing. I had to stop a few times when my legs began to get the pins and needles, but I’d never give up something I loved. I figured if I went slow and moved my upper body rather than my lower I could manage the dancing. It was sexy as hell, at least that’s what Emily said.
We were dancing slow and seductive to Joshua Radin when the boys came home. I was sliding my hands down my sides and Emily had her hands in her hair, her hips moving as she spun.
When we noticed them, all four stood in a line at the edge of the living room. Crisis smiled ear to ear while Kite tried to hide his grin by looking at his feet because Logan looked at both of them, scowling.
“Geez, it’s late.” Kite looked at his non-existent watch and vanished.
“Sugars, looks like you girls need some man company.” Crisis wasn’t so smart and started walking toward us. Ream grabbed his arm and I saw Crisis wink at me before he put up his hand. “I get it. No touch.”
“Disappear,” Logan said, and Crisis chuckled then left. Yep, always the shit disturber. “Upstairs.” It was all Logan had to say and Emily was giggling as he stalked from the room.
Then we both said at the same time, “Drunk sex.”
Emily walked, or rather tried to walk, more like stumbled over to Ream and
stopped. He looked down at her frowning. Then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “I get it now. Look after her.”
His eyes widened for a second. Then he looked at me and Emily was gone. “You told her?”
I nodded. Him standing there looking at me like he wanted to devour every inch of my body … the tingles were good ones, and I was throbbing and drunk and needing him to walk toward me and kiss me.
Then he did.
And it was so hot. Confident, sexy, and badass because Ream had that darkness in his eyes that was mysterious. You were never really sure what he was up to, and that was a total turn on. He made me feel so feminine and desired, and my body screamed at him to get to me faster.
There was no hesitation when he reached me. His hand cupped the back of my neck, and with one pull, I was up against him as he looked down at me.
“You’re too drunk for lazy slow sex,” Ream drawled, and I felt his fingers curling in my hair, making the goose bumps I already had scurrying down my spine, scurry faster and call all their friends to join them until my body was covered in them.
I gave a half smile. “Yeah.” ’Cause I was and I’d be asleep or passed out before he got to tasting me if we didn’t get to where I wanted him fast.
Ream’s other hand was at the small of my back, pressing me against him. “You going to remember this in the morning?”
I squished my lips together and thought about it then shook my head.
“Then I’ll wait ’til morning to tell you how much I love you.” He didn’t wait for a response as he grabbed my hand and started striding through the house, me stumbling behind.
Floored by his words, it took me a few seconds, probably longer because my mind was swimming in red wine, to comprehend that Ream just told me he loved me. And he was going to tell me again in the morning when he was sure I’d remember him telling me.
But really we only made it to the kitchen and then he stopped. I banged into his back and he grunted before picking me up in his arms and carrying me the rest of the way.