by Frankie Love
“Oh, Reed, oh baby, yes,” I moan. “Hard, don’t stop, promise you won’t stop.” He moves deeper, faster, and soon enough I feel a wave crash tight against me, and I’m crying out in pleasure, unable to restrain myself. I’ve never been finger-fucked so deep and so good. Reed knows exactly what he’s doing, like he knows my body inside and out.
“Take off your clothes, Reed. I want your cock. I want it so bad.”
He slaps my thigh, rubbing my juice over my leg, smiling slyly. “Good, because I’m ready to give it to you.”
Chapter Seventeen
Reed
I stand from the chaise, pulling off my shirt; Amelia scoots to the edge of the chair and wraps her legs around mine. Her pussy is before me, so ready and willing. This position is sexy as hell. I’m looking down at her pouty lips, her tousled hair, her eyes filled with desire as they meet mine, and I swear I’m gonna lose my load before I get inside her.
She licks her lips, then unbuttons my jeans, pushing them and my briefs down in one fell swoop. I’m stripped in seconds, my hard cock ready to take her pretty little pussy. But when she parts her mouth, begins to stroke my hardness nice and even, my head falls back.
“Fuck, woman, what are you doing to me?”
She laughs softly, her tits squeezed together as she runs up and down the length of me.
“Your body is insane. You know that, right?” She runs a hand up over my chest, then over my ass, keeping one hand on my cock. “Your cock is so big, so thick. It fills me so good, Reed.” She teases me by grinding her tongue over me, her tongue twirling at my tip. “But I want you in my mouth before you come in my pussy. I want to taste your come.”
I run my hands through her hair, wanting to suck on her round, perky tits, but knowing something else is getting sucked first.
She opens her mouth, taking me greedily, as if she can’t have me deep in her throat fast enough. She bobs her head back and forth, and when I look down I see the curve of ass in front of me. It causes me to thrust against her mouth, because the sight of her creamy skin gets me off so hard.
She holds my balls in her hand, and they tighten as she sucks, her mouth wrapped tight around me. She takes me as far as she can go without gagging. I watch her drop a hand, watch it slip between her pussy folds, and watch her dip it inside of herself as she sucks me off hard and good.
“You’re gonna make me come, baby,” I tell her. The view is just too much. Her gorgeous tits and her dripping pussy and her silky smooth skin.
“Good,” she says, pulling me from her mouth. There’s pre-come on her lip, and I watch her lick it off, fingers still circling her pussy. “I want you to come in my mouth and then on my chest. I want to be covered in you, Reed.”
Fuck me, now. She pulls me back into her mouth, pumping my shaft as I release against her.
Her eyes close and she whimpers, swallowing my come before pumping again, pulling me from her mouth. Ropes of my milky come coat her tits, covering her hard nipples with my release, and she pumps me again and again, letting every last bit shoot out.
She draws my tip closer, licking the drops that are left. She bites her bottom lip, as if satiated, and her other hand moves from her gap.
She draws her fingertips over her tits, over her nipples, then brings those fingers to her mouth and licks them off one by one. My cock is throbbing from the release, and she gently cups my tight balls in her hands, looking up at me, breathing so heavy, as if on the verge of an orgasm all over again.
I scoop her up, needing my cock to plunge into her pussy so bad it hurts. I want to press my face against her gorgeous breasts as she rides me. I want to grab her ass as I press my massive length into her tight little opening.
Together we step into the hot tub, and I set her down on the edge. I sink into the steaming water, then come up on my knees, wanting one more taste of her sweet nectar. I force her legs apart and she covers her face with her hands, like she’s embarrassed that she’s going to be gushing her release all over my face again.
“Just let me taste your pussy, baby. Then I’ll fuck you.”
Her legs fall open and I press my face against her opening, my tongue lapping up her perfect juicy cunt. She moans above me as my fingers spread her little pussy lips apart and I suck against her clit, my tongue running fast around it as she writhes above me.
“Stop teasing me, Reed,” she begs. I wrap my arms around her waist, and pull her down into the water. Her tits bob in the water and the bubbles cover her skin. I swear this naked woman in the hot tub with me is what my dreams are made of. She’s just so fucking delicious—and, for tonight, she’s mine.
I bring her into my lap and she straddles me. My cock is still nice and ready for her. There’s no way I couldn’t have a constant hard-on, with this woman sitting on me. She lowers herself against my cock, and I watch her wince slightly as she settles against me. Clearly a week isn’t long enough for her pussy to get used to my cock.
Good. Maybe that will remind her why she should stay.
“You feel so good in me,” she moans, her arms wrapped around my neck, her hips swiveling ever so slightly as she fills with my cock.
I press my mouth against hers, my hand holding the back of her neck as her body sinks against me completely. Her hands wrap tighter around me, as if neither of us can bear any space between her body and mine.
Her lips are swollen and perfect, and I kiss her with a passion I’ve never felt before. It surges from somewhere deep inside, and I don’t know what to call it, but I know having her on top of me, her pussy wrapped around my cock, her breasts against my chest, makes me feel like I could conquer the world. Like I could do anything.
She rides me harder, the steaming water splashing against us, and I pull away from the kiss, massaging her breasts, pulling her perfect tits to my mouth. Sucking her hard little nipples as she rocks against me. Hard, harder, until she begins to moan loudly, her release crashing through her.
I hold her in place as she tenses from head to toe. She curls toward me as I thrust deep inside her, as I pour my seed into her pussy. As I pull her to me, holding her so damn tight.
Tight, like I’m scared to let go.
Tight, like she is everything I need.
Chapter Eighteen
Amelia
“I just don’t get why you’re leaving, Reed. Last night was amazing. It’s like déjà vu, you leaving again.” I’m pouring coffee, which we both dearly need. Hell, we were up until the wee hours of the night, and it had nothing to do with a baby not wanting to sleep.
After the hot tub fuck-a-palooza I got on my hands and knees as Reed fucked me on the floor. Then, in the shower, he took me from behind. And in his bed, he hovered above me, filling me until we were both left gasping for breath.
Needless to say, my pussy is hella sore and I think I swallowed more come in one night than I have in my entire life.
But damn, his release satiates my craving for a real man. He tastes like strength and vigor, like a man who knows who he is.
But it sure doesn’t seem like he’s a man who knows what he wants.
“I never said it wasn’t amazing, but this trip has been planned for a year. Before Hope was even born.”
“Last night I thought you and I were understanding one another … but then you just up and leave again?” I shrug, adding a handful of Cheerios to Hope’s high chair tray.
She’s clapping, babbling Mama, Mama, Mama, and every time she does my heartstrings tug. I want to stare into her innocent eyes and try to figure out how someone so sweet came from a man so damn intent on pushing me into a corner I don’t want to be in.
Last night he had no problem pulling me into his arms … now I just want him to declare that I am his. For reals. Not this pretend fuck-me-and-leave-me charade. This is all or nothing.
He crosses his arms, looking between Hope and me. “You want me to cancel the trip?”
I roll my eyes. “Reed, that’s literally the last thing I want—for you to ask me
for permission for anything, or to make your decisions for you. Asking me to be Hope’s mother is one thing, but I have zero interest in being yours.”
His jaw is firm, and I know I struck a nerve. Oh, well. He’s capable of being the man I know he can be; he just has to decide if he wants to be that man for me.
“The timing is shitty. I know that, Amelia.”
“Honestly, Reed, it’s fine. I don’t want to put you in a bind; I’m not the sort of person who would screw you over and leave Hope with someone who’s pissed. Besides, Hope is not the current problem with this scenario.”
“So if I say, Yes, Amelia, I want to marry you for real, you’ll stay?”
I throw my hands in the air, feeling rejection in a way that feels much too fresh.
“I’m saying that I’m falling so hard for Hope, and I can’t imagine walking away. But I also don’t want a pity proposal.”
Reed sets down his coffee, looking at me seriously. “I want to get married. If anything ever happened to me, I need Hope to have a legal guardian, a parent. And all I’m saying, is if that isn’t you, tell me sooner rather than later.”
I shake my head, feeling backed into a corner. And I hate it, because Reed really does make me feel like love is possible.
And still, if I was going to fall in love with anyone, I’d want a man like him. A man who knows exactly who he is.
It’s just that I also would want him to know exactly what he wanted.
“Mama, up, up!” Hope calls for me, and I pull her out of the seat.
I kiss the top of her head and hold her tight. “Maybe the tenderness I feel toward Hope is enough ... I just don’t know yet, and I can’t give you an answer today. Whatever is happening between us is the worst kind of tease. I’m going to end up falling for a man who can’t love me in return. I need more than that.”
Hope’s eyes lock with mine, and I can’t imagine leaving her—leaving this place, the place that is more a home than literally anywhere else I have on Earth. I just feel so freaking stuck.
“You know what, Reed?” I tell him, softening with Hope in my arms. She steadies me in a way I’d never have guessed. “I think you should go on the trip. Give me some space to figure out what I really want. And you, too. We both need a chance to clear our heads.”
He nods, and I watch him blink back what I swear are tears, as he leans down and kisses Hope on the forehead, me on the cheek. When his lips brush my skin, everything in me surges with longing.
“I think you’re right, Amelia. Space might be the best thing for everyone,” Reed tells me.
I swallow back my desire as he pulls away. Tears brim in my eyes, and I don’t know how or when my frustration turned to something so soft, but it’s real, this emotion welling within me.
“I’ll be back late tomorrow. There are numbers all listed on my desk, my cell number and the charter line. There’s an envelope full of cash and, seriously, if there’s an emergency, don’t hesitate to call. Just don’t leave the house, because I haven’t shown you how to shoot a gun.”
“I know how to shoot a gun.” I laugh, wiping my eyes.
“You do?” Reed frowns.
“Derrick always took me to the shooting range. I’ve never needed to use a gun, but yeah, I could manage.” I shrug, rolling my eyes, unrestrained. “But don’t worry, I’m not going to use your gun, Reed.”
He nods, leaning over to give Hope another kiss, this time on her cheek. Then he lingers, hesitating, deciding whether or not to kiss me.
Lottie was wrong. A man has to want to stay put before he can learn how to come home.
I make the choice for myself and take his chin in my hand, kissing him squarely on the lips.
He may not know what he wants, but I know exactly what I am holding out hope for.
The day starts fine. I clean up the house, order some more clothes online for Hope’s next size up—which, okay, baby clothes are the cutest things ever—and wipe my tears because I just don’t know how I’m going to walk away from her.
Hope keeps pulling to a stand, and her chubby legs look so cute as she leans against the coffee table, this miniature person who has captured my heart.
Before I can start dinner, a storm starts picking up. Hard. Branches are falling, as the wind moves fast though the trees, littering the deck. After dinner the lights begin to flicker, which isn’t the worst thing ever, because it’s still bright outside, but thick storm clouds sweep in, and the rain is pouring.
I take deep breaths, knowing this storm isn’t going to leave anytime soon.
The lights finally black out, and I realize we are really sheltered by the forest, because the house is suddenly darker than I expected it would be. Shit. Hope starts crying, and I pick her up from the jumper and walk to the garage, looking for flashlights.
“It’s okay, sweet girl,” I tell her, opening a cabinet in the three-bay garage. “Look, there are flashlights right here. He’s so prepared; he knows how to take good care of you.”
When I walk back into the house, I hear my cell phone ringing.
It’s sitting on the counter—because, yes, I have kept calling my friends to no avail since I’ve arrived—and I grab it and answer, bouncing Hope on my hip.
“Hello?”
“Oh my God, Amelia. How are you?” Delta asks. I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.
“I’m okay, but there’s a really bad storm. And nothing is going as planned. He doesn’t want a wife. And I just want a husband. He won’t change his mind, so I’m leaving.”
“What?” she asks. “I can’t hear you.”
“You can’t hear me?” I pace around the room, trying to get in a better spot, but this storm has effed with the reception. “I have so much to talk about with you. Have you spoken with Everly? I haven’t heard from her. I just really hope she’s having some sex.” I try to keep the conversation light because my eyes are welling up with tears, hearing my friend’s voice. I feel so far from anything familiar.
“I’ll have to call Monique and get a landline to reach you. You aren’t coming through, Amelia.”
“I can hear every word you’re saying, Delta. This is so frustrating. Listen, are you alright? Did you get married?”
“Me? Not married yet. But tomorrow. Tomorrow I will be.”
I swear I hear her beaming through the line. Thank God she’s happy. “I can’t wait to meet him. I just wish we could actually talk. I’m having such a hard time. I miss you, I miss everything.” Hope starts crying in my arms, as if she knows I am upset. I pull her closer to me, inhaling her sweet smell, willing her to stop fussing.
“You okay, Amelia? Is someone upset?”
“It’s all a mess,” I gush. “Reed has a baby, and she’s perfect. I love her so much, but I can’t stay with a man who doesn’t want me as anything more than a babysitter. I need a husband, especially if there’s a child involved. I don’t know what to think.”
Just then, a giant crack sounds through the house, and a branch falls through the gorgeous full window that faces the lake.
Shit. Hope is screeching now, and I am, too. Holy shit, that terrified me. And then I swallow, realizing another branch could fall through here, and now that there’s glass shattered across the room, we aren’t safe here at all.
I run to the office, find Reed’s number and dial it, but there’s no answer. Shit. I call the charter boat, and get nothing. Out of ideas, I dial 911, knowing they’ll help me decide my next move.
“Hello,” I say to the operator, then explain the situation.
“Ma’am, I suggest if you’re alone with an infant that you drive to town immediately and get yourself in a hotel for the night.”
“You think it isn’t safe to stay?”
“There are bears and wolves, and if you can’t close off access to the home, they won’t hesitate to come in.”
“Bears?” I scoff, actually shocked that Reed didn’t give me a better education on the animal life stalking his house.
“And if there are a lot of trees around, another branch might cause more harm. Better safe than sorry on a night like this.”
He’s right, of course, and I hang up. I go looking for a set of car keys, needing to get Hope out of here before either of us get hurt.
I wish Reed were here, and I hate that I want him … but as I assess the situation, I realize I don’t need him.
Locating the keys, I grab my purse from my room, stuff a diaper bag with necessities for Amelia and head to the garage.
I want Reed—yes, badly—but Hope is in my arms, and right now I’m holding hope in my heart, too. If he wants me, he can have me.
But if he doesn’t?
I’m going to be all right.
Chapter Nineteen
Reed
I’ve done a lot of messed-up shit in my life. But as I’m out on this chartered fishing boat, running from my motherfucking problems, I know I’ve hit an all-time low.
Yeah, I grew up on my own, fought for every damn thing I have. I worked my way through college and made a business for myself. I sold it; I was smart. I knew I didn’t care about being the best. I just wanted to be my own man.
And look where that got me.
I’m my own man all right, miles off the coast with a bunch of dumbass men fishing for food I don’t really need, when I’ve got a woman with a perfect pussy and perfect tits, a smile that could melt an ice cap, and a fucking heart of gold waiting for me at home with my daughter.
I need to get the fuck off this boat.
“I need to go back, now,” I tell the captain, knowing I was a fucking fool for ever walking away from my house this morning.
The captain shakes his head, looking at me like I’m a goddamned idiot, but the truth is, I need to go and I’m not asking permission. It’s time for me to take what I’ve been given and not ever let go.
“Call in a boat. I need out of here.”
“There’s no one to call, not now. We’ve been underway for the better part of the day,” he tells me. “And a bad storm is rolling in soon. You can’t go back now. We’re gonna ride it out.”