Reeve (The Phoenix Boys #3)

by Amy Davies

I knock on my brother’s apartment door and wait for Lipsy to answer, but she doesn’t. Rafe does and he has a face that our dad would be proud of. It’s the look he gave Tony Hargrove when he came to pick Ren up for their first date; boy that was a funny ass day. That boy was shaking in his sneakers.

  “You gonna let a brother in, or is Lipsy coming out to us?” I ask Rafe. He doesn’t say anything; he just steps back and lets us pass him. Juicy is sitting on the couch, wrapped up in a knitted wrap with her Kindle in hand. I lean in and kiss her forehead and sit next to her. Skeet kisses her head and takes the loveseat by the window.

  “How is my little niece doing today? Behaving, I hope.” I say rubbing her belly.

  “Niece, huh? So what makes you think that it’s a girl?”

  “Lipsy said that we were going to have a niece and I think girls know more about this shit that us men, so I am going with her gut instinct. So Miss Phoenix, be good to mommy,” I say, before laying a kiss to her round baby filled belly.

  “Dude, get those whore lips off my girl’s stomach, and stop talking to my kid; he or she only needs to hear my voice, so back the fuck off,” he says, with a smile on his face. “Ok, now down to business, I know that Leah is a big girl and she can handle you two but I swear to fucking God, you hurt her and in turn hurt Snowflake, I will bring the pain. Do you both hear me?”

  “What happened to bros before hoes? Shit man, I am actually blood. But you have nothing to worry about; I don’t plan on hurting Lipsy, ok?” He gives me a stern look and it somewhat softens when we hear Leah coming down the hallway. I hear Juicy clapping behind me all girly like, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off of Leah.

  Jesus, she looks beautiful.

  She has her hair down but it has a slightly wavy look to it and her makeup has a natural look, as if she isn’t wearing any at all. She isn’t the flashy type of girl. She is wearing a cream polka dot blouse, with a flowy black skirt the stops mid-thigh and a thick brown leather belt that she has matched with brown sandals; damn she looks good. Fucking beautiful. She smiles at me while biting her lip.

  Hello hard-on.

  Shit Ryder is right, he gets an instant hard on when Letty bites her lip and fuck me, Lipsy’s just done it to me. Skeet clears his throat and Leah laughs. Skeet makes the first move, as he walks over to Lipsy and kisses her softly on her glossed lips, and she smiles at him. Jealousy hits me and I want to drag him away from her. I know that Skeet would never get between us but shit, I really wanna high five him to the face with a metal chair. Hell, Maisey is rubbing off on me.

  “You look beautiful,” I say, sounding breathy. Rafe chuckles behind me but all I can see is Leah Adams. My little Welsh Beauty. I make my way over to her and Skeet moves to the side so I am now standing toe to toe with her. “You look stunning, babe. Breathtaking.” I lean in and kiss her, tracing my tongue along her bottom lip. She opens for me and welcomes my tongue into her wet, hot mouth. I pull her flush against my body and a moan leaves her mouth, making my dick harder.

  “Bro!” I hear Rafe say from behind me, I smile against Lipsy’s lips and kiss her again before pulling back to look her in the eyes.

  “Hi!” I say, smiling.

  “Hi, don’t you look dishy today. Not that you don’t look dishy every other day but you look extra hot today, babe,” she looks towards Skeet, “both of you.”

  I take her hand and turn to my brother and Juicy. “We are gonna go and yes, Mom and Dad, I will have her home before midnight,” Skeet says, winking at Leah, who just giggles.

  “Yeah, so not fucking happening. You will be lucky if you see her again in the next few days. We’re out. Don’t wait up. Juicy get some rest, baby mama.” I take Leah’s hand and follow Skeet down to his truck. Skeet jumps into the driver’s seat, while I help Leah into the back seat and I join her.

  “Oh hell no, dude. You can’t taste our girl while I am driving; do you know how hard it is to drive with a raging hard-on? It is not pretty my friend, I tell you,” Skeet complains, while I start kissing down Leah’s neck and she moans. “Fucking shoot me now,” Skeet says from the front seat. Both Leah and I laugh.

  I continue kissing Lipsy and she continues to moan and writhe beneath me. I slip my fingers up her bare thigh and touch her panties. My hand jolts from under her skirt and I pull back to look down at her. “Fucking hell, baby,” I say loudly. The car jerks a little.

  “What, what has she done? Fuck Reeve, tell me.” Leah giggles and pushes me off her; she winks at me and climbs over the seat to sit next to Skeet, her skirt rising up and flashing her bare ass. Holy shit.

  “She has no fucking panties on, dude,” I say, shifting forward between the two front seats.

  “And here I was thinking you were a good girl, Leah Adams,” he says to her.

  “You know what they say?” We both look at her and she laughs and she tells us, “Good girls are bad girls who haven’t been caught yet.” She winks at us.

  Well fuck me sideways!

  We arrive at the ‘Ted’s Diner’, the diner we chose to take Leah to tonight. I have been coming here for years with the boys and Mom and Dad. The owner, Ted, knew my parents when they were dating. The diner has the traditional black and white checkered floor with red and white booths and tables matching. The long counter that runs almost the full length of the diner has silver and black bar stools. The neon signs and vintage photos line the walls, showing all the famous people that have come here to eat, in most part thanks to my Dad. I place my hand on the small of Lipsy’s back and guide her into the diner. We stand and wait to be seated.

  “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the famous Reeve Phoenix. Not seen you in a while, Son, how is everyone? Your mom doing ok? How’s Rafe’s little lady doing? Sandy said she didn’t have long left until the little bundle arrived.”

  “Hey, Ted. Mom is good, working with Ren to sign a few new bands; always working, you know her. Lucy is doing ok, she had a little scare but Rafe is waiting on her hand and foot; he doesn’t let her do anything.” I smile at the older man that has known me since the day I was born. He turns to Leah and a huge shit-eating grin crosses his aged face.

  “And I see that you brought me a gift, Oh Reeve my boy, you shouldn’t have,” he says, moving towards Lipsy.

  “Hold on there old man, this one is mine. Well, ours,” I say shrugging. People know what Skeet and I are like and not many judge or if they do, they just don’t have the balls to say anything to us.

  “Teddy, I want you to meet my girlfriend, Leah Adams.” Leah smiles.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Ted. This place is amazing.” She smiles and it lights up the place. Jesus, I am starting to sound like Rafe.

  “Wow, what a beauty. And British too. You have good taste boy, your Dad would have approved.” He winks at me. Pervy old man. My heart swells at his words; I already know that Dad would have loved Leah just like Mom does.

  “She is Welsh, our girl gets a little antsy when you call her British,” Skeet pipes in from behind us. I had completely forgotten he was with us; this is what Leah does to me. She makes my body and mind tune everyone else out and my thoughts only lie with her.

  Chapter 11

  Leah

  The diner the boys brought me to is amazeballs. The feel is light, and fun loving; I love that everyone knows everyone and that the staff know the regular customers’ orders. I am wedged between the hotness that are my dates for this evening. Reeve is to my right and Skeet is on my left. We are all looking at the menu. Everything sounds so amazing, I am not sure what to pick. Reeve places his menu flat on the table, telling me that he has chosen, and Skeet follows.

  “Baby, you can have anything you want. If you aren’t sure what you want, then we can all order something you would like to try and you can nibble a bit of everything.” Damn, there go the butterflies again, damn Reeve Phoenix. I can’t stop the smile from forming on my face.

  “Ok, babe. Thank you for that. I like the sound of the Roadrunner burger and I would like some chil
i cheese fries to go with it. You two can order what you like, I had every intention of picking at your food anyways,” I say, winking at him.

  A young waitress comes to our table and I feel Skeet tense up; I look at him and he smiles. I squeeze his thigh under the table.

  “Skeet, is that you? Oh my God, I haven’t seen you since…” He cuts her off.

  “Yeah I know, Carly. Can you just take our order please? We have places to be,” he says in a clipped tone. What the hell happened between these two? I have never heard Skeet use that tone of voice before. We read out our orders and she turns and walks away.

  “What the fuck was that, bro? You hooked up with her?” Reeve asks, sounding slightly pissed. Hang on, is Reeve jealous that Skeet shagged that girl without him? I shift in my seat, waiting for his answer. Skeet runs his hands over his face and turns to face us both, his knee resting against my thigh.

  “It wasn’t a full hook up. I had to attend that dinner that my folks arranged and Carly’s parents were there and so was she. I was pissed that my Dad forced me to attend so I did what I do best, I got drunk. Carly was coming on strong and I ended up taking her to the nearest closet. She sucked me off and as soon as I blew my load I left her there, still on her knees. Ok?” I can tell that he regrets that he did; it’s in his eyes.

  “What the fuck, Skeet? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? That dinner was over four months ago.”

  “Yeah, like you told me that you and Leah have already slept together without me?” he asks.

  My stomach knots and Reeve stiffens beside me; I don’t want to come between these two best friends. This wasn’t my intention and the fact that this was one big mistake settles in my belly.

  “Can I pass please, Reeve?” I ask. I need to get away from these two. My mind is buzzing from the tension rolling off of them.

  “Where are you going, Lipsy?” Reeve asks, his tone is softer with me but I can still hear the anger in his voice.

  “I need to step away, while you two sort this out. I knew this was a mistake, trying to date you both, sleeping with you both. Bollocks, what the hell was I thinking?” I ask myself, knowing I am rambling but I don’t care. Reeve doesn’t move, so I ask again, but not so polite this time. “Move, Reeve. NOW!” I say, raising my voice, so he knows I mean business.

  “Why do you want to get away? You said you would try, so what’s this? You giving up already? I never thought that you would quit something so easily, Leah.”

  “I am not quitting, because we barely got started. I have always known that you two shag together. You take a huge step, or so I thought, sleeping with me on your own and as far as I can tell you enjoyed it. I don’t see Skeet getting fucked off because of that. But the second you find out that he semi hooked up with some bird without you, you flip the fuck out. So what is it, Reeve, you jealous that Skeet got some tail and you didn’t?” I shake my head and dig through my bag for my phone, so I can text Rafe to come and get me.

  I feel a warm hand on my hands stopping my search. “Leah, please let us explain. I knew that you and Reeve had been together, it was obvious in the way he looks at you now. I knew it was coming. I didn’t tell you about Carly, Reeve, because I was ashamed by the way I treated her and I know how you get,” he says, with pleading eyes at his best friend.

  “Lipsy, I am in no way jealous of what Skeet did with that girl. I knew, hell we both knew, this was going to happen. What I am pissed about is that he didn’t tell me, but now I get why he didn’t. This is happening between us, baby. With or without Skeet, I have told you that and our boy knows how we feel. Hell, he has a thing for a girl he knows, and I have told him to go for it. She is not into the whole threesome thing, which is cool by me.” He laughs and Skeet joins in.

  “Skeet, Cariad, if you really like this girl you should go for it. You never know what tomorrow will bring. You don’t have to do this with me or us, I…” Skeet cuts me off by kissing me, his tongue delving into my mouth, making me groan with pleasure. Reeve runs his hand up my bare thigh, and doesn’t stop until he meets my wet, aching sex. I gasp and pull away from Skeet’s lips when Reeve slides a finger into my wet core. He offers me a wicked smirk that can have any woman turning into mush. Bastard.

  “We need to stop,” I pant, as Reeve continues to slide his fingers in and out of me. I grip his wrist and pull him out of me. I look around the diner and then back to the boys. I offer my own wicked smile and pull Reeve’s fingers into my mouth and suck my wetness off his fingers. Reeve moans and stares directly into my eyes. His grassy green eyes bore right into my soul. I feel Skeet’s heat at my back, so I release Reeve’s fingers and Skeet instantly takes hold of my chin and turns my head to face him, taking my lips in a bruising kiss. He licks my tongue, tasting my juices that I just sucked off Reeve’s fingers.

  “Fucking hell, Baby, that is so damned hot. But as hot as that is, Carly is coming back with our food,” Reeve says beside me. I pull away from Skeet’s lips and straighten up to see the scowl on Carly’s face aimed at me. Oh well bitch, he is mine… For now.

  “Your food,” she says, all but throwing my plate at me. Bitch.

  “Thank you, Carly,” I say, in the sweetest voice I can muster up.

  She mutters ‘Whatever’ under her breath and walks away. We all burst out laughing and get to eating our food. The food is out of this world and I moan when I taste the chili cheese fries for the first time and both my boys growl at me; I love it when they growl. I know that Lucy and Letty love it when Rafe and Ryder growl and to be honest, I haven’t found it sexy before, but these boys make everything sexy. It must be an American thing. Because the Welsh boys can’t pull this level of sexy off.

  “I cannot eat another bite, boys. I say we have dessert when we get back to your place, Skeet.” I smile, taking a sip of my drink. I lick my lips and laugh out loud when both boys jump out of the booth, like Flash Gordon.

  “Teddy, we need the bill, now dude.” Reeve shouts across the diner and I see Ted and the little lady standing next to him laugh. Ted says something and she slaps his arm playfully. Reeve marches across the diner and Skeet takes my hand, pulling me along with them.

  “Leah, sweetie this is my wife Betty. Betty, this fine young woman is Reeve and Skeet’s, lady.” I smile at her; she is about my height with white hair, showing her age.

  “Nice to meet you, Betty. The food was bloody fantastic; I will most definitely be back again.”

  “You had better be, Missy. Even if these two are too busy to bring you. You pop back before you fly home, ya hear?” I smile and nod, Reeve pays and we say our goodbyes. I catch Teddy winking at Reeve as we walk out through the door.

  Skeet drives at warp speed to get us back to his loft apartment. Reeve helps me out of the truck and we both follow Skeet up to the lift that will carry us up to his apartment. The doors open and the three of us walk in. The sexual tension is thick in this small space and my nerves are starting to kick in again. After being with both of them and then with just Reeve I am unsure of what my head and heart are thinking. They both stand next to me, barely touching me. The lift pings and the doors open, Skeet reaching for my hand and pulling me along with him, with Reeve following us. I know he isn’t that far behind because I can feel him and guilt settles in me a little because I don’t feel this way about Skeet. Yes, he is hot as hell but the inner feelings aren’t there with him.

  Skeet opens the door and almost drags me behind him. Reeve chuckles behind me and I look at him over my shoulder, returning his beautiful smile.

  “Do you want anything?” Skeet asks Reeve and me. I nod my head yes and lick my lips. I feel warm arms wrap around me and I keep my eyes on Skeet.

  “Baby, I think you want two of something, so why don’t we move this to the bedroom.” I nod as his lips meet my neck, Skeet’s eyes growing heavy with lust as he turns and walks down the hall.

  “This way, I need to taste her now, bro.” Reeve keeps his arms wrapped around me from behind and walks me forward, while sti
ll kissing my neck. We stumble into Skeet’s bedroom, where he is sitting on the bed, now shirtless. His tattoos stand out against his tanned skin. I walk out of Reeve’s embrace and step between Skeet’s jeans covered legs, placing my hands on either side of his face and bending forward to kiss him. He runs his hands from my knees up over my thighs, stopping at my hips. I tilt my head, deepening our kiss and Skeet moans into my mouth. I feel Reeve step up behind me and brush my hair off my neck before connecting his lips to the skin just below my ear.

  Reeve pulls at my top, making it come loose from my belt. I break my kiss with Skeet and lift my arms in the air so Reeve can remove my top completely. Skeet undoes my belt and lets it drop to the floor. Next, he slowly pulls the zipper down on my skirt and lets it pool at my feet. I am now standing semi sandwiched between two men that resemble tattooed Greek gods.

  “Fucking beautiful, baby,” Skeet says, smiling up at me. I am wearing a cream lace bra, as I decided not to wear any knickers tonight. Reeve undoes my bra and drops it on the floor. Skeet is kissing the swell of my breasts while Reeve kisses my shoulder.

  Ok, why am I the only one naked?

  “Ummm, lads. You are wearing waaaaaay too many clothes. Strip, now,” I say, as I pull away from them. They smirk at me, the fuckers.

  They stand side by side and Reeve removes his denim shirt and slowly pulls his white t-shirt up over his perfect abs and chest and drops it on the floor to join my clothes. They turn and smile at each other, both undoing their belts the same time, slowly I might add. I force a smirk on my face, trying to somewhat hide the effect they are having on me. I sit on the bed and lean back on my hands, very much enjoying the show. They pop all the buttons on their jeans and begin to push them down their very toned and tanned legs. Heat creeps up my body and they both smirk knowing that I can’t hide just how much they are effecting me. They step out of their jeans and are now standing in front of me like a pair of underwear models. Skeet walks over to the dressing table and hits play on the iPod that is sitting on the dock. Snow Patrol’s ‘Chasing Cars’ plays into the room and I can’t help but close my eyes and soak in the music.