Wanting Reed (Break Me) BOOK 2

by Candela, Antoinette

  “I’m just warning you tonight. You’re gonna have to get used to surprises.” He cautions before flashing me a quick grin that melts into an intense gaze.

  “Really,” I muse, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I may have a little surprise for you when we get back to the apartment.” Oh, and I can guarantee he is going to love what I have for him, and it does not involve boxes or wrapping paper. I take his hand in mine and look over at his snow-covered Hummer. “How about we walk back to my place instead of taking your truck?”

  “Really?” he says, glancing down the newly plowed street.

  “A little snow in your boots is not going to kill you.” I giggle. “Plus, there is a snow emergency- no parking on the street. You don’t want your precious little baby to get towed, do you?” He looks at his truck and then back at me, shrugging his shoulders with a look of defeat on his handsome face.

  “Yeah, I guess when you put it that way,” he affirms. “A little snow is not gonna hurt,” he relents, tugging the collar of his jacket up around his neck and stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “You ready?” he asks as I loop my arm in his.

  “Yep.”

  “This is going to be fun.” He laughs as he kisses me on the cheek. “Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas, babe.”

  It was just us, the falling snow and the star-filled sky as we walked back to my apartment. So far, this has been the most romantic and memorable Christmas Eve for me. I hope with what I have planned, I can and will make it more memorable for him. Reed is making hot cocoa in the kitchen as I slip on the red lingerie that I bought a few months back when he left for Texas. I also bought red stilettos and added red garters to my little Christmas getup. The tennis bracelet matches perfectly, and I’m sure by the end of the night, it will be the only thing I’m wearing. He thinks we’re going to watch It’s A Wonderful Life in the living room in front of the fireplace. I think he’s going to like what I have planned for him much better, and there’s no need for a fireplace to heat the bedroom. I light two vanilla scented candles on the bedside table, spray some perfume in all the right places, and place the tub of fluff wrapped with a red bow onto the bed.

  “Elle, what’s taking so long?” he calls out from the other room.

  “I need your help with something,” I reply, shaking my hair so that it cascades around my face. I position myself at the foot of the bed with the cuffs in my hand and legs crossed in front of me. I hear his footsteps and catch his perfect frame filling the doorway. Unable to see me in the shadows, he approaches the bed.

  “What do you nee...” He exhales a deep breath and cups the back of his neck when he reaches the bed. “Holy fuck, doll,” he stammers, running his teeth across his bottom lip as a roguish grin appears on his face.

  I smile wantonly as he follows my every move. I rise from the bed, dangling the cuffs in my hand. I can feel the fire raging between my legs, solidifying that my desire for him is all-consuming. There is not one “good” image running through my mind right now as I see him in only the silky, red lounge pants that I bought him. They are all bad. Wicked. Naughty. I trail my eyes over his taut, bare chest down to the erection in his pants and smile.

  “Merry Christmas,” I breathe. I’m soaked from the longing in his eyes alone. Emotions swirl within me as pleasure washes over me, seeing him look at me this way.

  “Best fucking present ever.” His voice is deep and raspy. He stalks toward me and stops inches from me. His chest is heaving, and his eyes flicker with want. He gently traces the lace of my bralette, brushing the hair away from my face. “My fucking God,” he whispers over my face, holding my cheeks in his hands. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls as he moves his hands and tugs my hair. He crushes his lips over mine, hooking my arms under his shoulders. It’s an achingly slow kiss that torments and teases me. Tenderly, he trails his hands down my body where he finally snatches the cuffs from my hand. “Let me take these. I’m going to put these and that tub of fluff to good use tonight.”

  I stand, facing him and absorbing the moment. I eagerly hold out both my arms, so he can place the cuffs onto my wrists. Raising my arms over my head, I melt against his body, feeling his erection pressed against my stomach as he backs me toward the bed and gently lays me down.

  “I can buy you a new pair of these,” he rasps as he tears the red lace panties off me. A low, satisfied rumble comes from the back of his throat as he licks his lips. “Scoot up, doll, you’re gonna love what I’m about to do to you.”

  “What about the cocoa? It’s going to get cold,” I say innocently, tracing my bottom lip with my finger seductively.

  He kneels at the foot of the bed and gently nudges my legs apart. “Fuck that.” He glances across the planes of my body with a salacious look in his eyes and a voice that is a daunting whisper. “What I’m about to have is much better than hot cocoa.”

  I lie next to Elle, watching her breathe softly, her long brown hair spirals over the pillow and across my chest. Her warm breath rouses me as she plants small butterfly kisses onto my chest, pulling her body even closer to mine. I wake up every morning like this since I moved out right after Christmas. My life before her is a distant memory. I have her to look forward to. Better than heaven. Everything that I could ever want in my life is right here in this warm bed.

  I understand so much about love now. It can hurt you, but also bring you so much happiness. The heat, the power and the lightning you feel can go either way. I’ve felt it all with her. The highs and the lows. I’ve learned that I’m actually worthy of this kind of love.

  “Good morning,” she whispers, kissing a trail from my chest to my neck.

  “Morning, doll.” I say, twirling a silky lock of her hair around my finger.

  “I love waking up like this every morning.”

  “I was thinking the same thing, babe.” I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s just you and me now. A new year. A new life. A new beginning.”

  “I know,” she says, touching my cheek. “Do you remember the first time we met?”

  “How could I forget that night at the park? It hit me right then and there.”

  “Do you know how badly I wanted to kiss you that night? How beautiful you were to me, talking about all the things that you loved?”

  “I felt it, too. Who would have thought that we would have ended up here after all we’ve been through?” she murmurs against my neck.

  “All I wanted was a chance with you, and when the door opened for me and I saw that you felt the same way, I grabbed it,” I voice with the biggest grin. “You just don’t let opportunities like that slip away.”

  “Yes, you were quite the charmer.” She points out with a smile. “You knew just how to push my buttons.”

  “Fuck, it was the sexiest thing to watch when you got frustrated with me.” I grin. “You don’t want to know how many times I wanted to rip off your clothes and have my way with you.”

  “Ahh... now it all comes out,” she whispers with a keen smirk on her face as she presses her body against mine in response to my confession. “I had a few inappropriate thoughts myself.”

  “Which makes the sex now fucking amazing,” I rasp, wrapping my arm around her waist. “Do you remember our first kiss?”

  “I’ll never forget it,” she confesses, laying her head on my shoulder.

  “Best birthday present ever,” I say, kissing her on the forehead. “Then, on the Fourth of July, you were a vision walking toward me in that skimpy red dress.” I shake my head at the memory. “It was all too much. I knew I had to make you mine.”

  “Well...” she says bashfully. “I didn’t realize that I was doing that to you. I wasn’t trying to make things hard.”

  “Doll, you could have fooled me.” I chuckle, glancing down at my ever impatient hard-on. She giggles innocently at my obvious gesture.

  “Sometimes I think this is all a dream.” She drops her eyes to my arm, outlining the inked letters
of her name. Her eyes and her attentive warm touch are driving me to the brink.

  “I know where you’re coming from.” I pause. “I knew I had to chase these feelings, that they truly meant something.”

  “I’m glad you didn’t give up,” she whispers.

  “I’m happy you saw past all my mistakes and gave me another chance,” I say in a low voice. “I’ve never been a quitter, doll, and when it comes to you, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”

  “Yeah?” she asks in a sly tone, throwing her sexy, smooth leg across my waist. She lets out a soft, sultry laugh. My lips curl into a smile as I clutch the top of her thigh and start caressing her. “I have one thing or... person that needs to be done.”

  “Really now?” I say in a husky voice as I move my hand between her thighs and work my way up. “Do I know this person?” I finish, watching her lick her lower lip.

  “Intimately,” she whimpers, giving me another sexy as sin smile. I feel her heart rate skyrocket against my chest as she molds her body against mine. She hypnotically looks up at me through eyes flickering with desire. What a way to start off the last day of the fucking fabulous year of 2013 by having amazing sex with my insanely hot and beautiful girlfriend.

  “I’m all about what you’re saying right now,” I growl, rolling her onto her back and hungrily kiss down every inch of her body, pausing to kiss the tattoo that she got for me. I lick a trail up her thigh, and she lets her legs fall apart for me. Gently, I slide one finger into her tight, wet entrance, and she closes her eyes and gasps. I’m fucking hard as granite when I feel how wet she is. “Is this what you want?” I moan.

  “Yes, please,” she pants as her legs tremble under my hands, loving that my touch renders her breathless.

  I feel her walls clamp down around my fingers. I have to fight myself not to take her this fucking second. She’s flawless. I can’t get enough of her. I lower my mouth onto her and trace my tongue on her folds, pressing my thumb into her clit, and within seconds, she is screaming my name.

  My mouth and hands travel up her body before I kiss her. I never break my gaze from hers as I slide into her wet, intoxicating entry. We take our time. With each slow push, I feel her body surrendering to me. Her hips instinctively rock back and forth against me as her walls compress on my aching cock. Minutes later, we gasp at the same moment as the sensation travels through every cell of our bodies. We lie in each other arms, without saying a word. I hope to have her one more damn time before this year is over, and I don’t think she will put up a fight or deny me that.

  It’s New Year’s Eve, and we plan to go to the House of Blues to celebrate. Piper and Crimzen are the headlining act tonight. We haven’t hung out in a long time, and it will be good to catch up and hear them perform.

  “Are you almost ready, doll?” I ask, pacing outside the locked bedroom door.

  “Yes, one more minute.” She giggles from behind the door. I wait patiently, sort of. I stop and rock back on my heels and stare at my shoes. The anticipation is killing me. A couple of minutes later, she emerges from the bedroom, wearing the red silk dress from Bloomingdale’s that Juju helped me order online, accented by the ruby diamond tennis bracelet and her beautiful long wavy hair flowing down her bare shoulders. There aren’t enough words to describe how stunning she looks, and I allow my eyes to greedily take in her delicious body. She steps toward me, and I immediately take her into my arms and consume those plump lips.

  “Does that mean you like it?” she murmurs worriedly.

  “Doll, you look beautiful in anything,” I growl, nipping her neck.

  “You don’t look so bad yourself, handsome.” She pulls away to admire me in my black pants, crisp white dress shirt and skinny black tie.

  “Ehh...” I shrug and chuckle as she adjusts the tie around my neck.

  “I find you extremely sexy right now. That’s all that matters, right?” she says, sliding her hands down the front of my shirt.

  “Well, you know I would do anything for you. Do you think maybe later you can reward me for wearing this getup? I feel like a penguin.”

  “Hmm... does there always have to be something in it for you?”

  “Kind of,” I say, grabbing her against my chest. “Am I asking too much?”

  She trails her eyes up and down my body and smiles wickedly as she bites her lower lip. “I think I can make it really fun tonight,” she replies, pulling me by my tie so that our lips are only inches apart.

  “Fun is good, doll,” I breathe over her ruby lips.

  “How do red, cuffs and me sound?” she speaks softly over my lips.

  “Fucking perfect,” I stammer, thinking how the hell I’m going to get through the night without having my hands all over her and with thoughts of her cuffed to the bed wearing nothing but red lace running through my brain.

  It’s a freezing night, eighteen fucking frigid degrees. The moon is out, casting a soft glow on Elle’s skin as I help her out of the cab on Lansdowne Street. She is bundled up in a red coat and black scarf and gloves as she braces herself from the cold. She is all I see and all I care about as I clasp her to my side, trying to keep her warm. The entrance to the House of Blues is quite a scene on New Year’s Eve with search lights, velvet robes and a red carpet. All the acts are being ushered in as we spot Piper cutting through the crowd toward us, pulling Link with her and both dressed entirely in black.

  “Holy shit! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” she yelps as she runs over, throwing her arms around Elle’s neck and almost knocking her over. Thankfully, I’m in position to catch her. I extend my hand to Link and nod in greeting. He shakes his head at Piper’s exuberance and shrugs his shoulders. She must be sipping one of those 5-hour Energy drinks. I don’t get how he keeps up with her.

  “I miss you too and all your energy,” Elle replies as she straightens herself against me, chuckling under her breath. Elle and I are here together because of Piper, because she pushed me to do something that I would have never done. I am grateful for her and can never thank her enough.

  “You look like a movie star in that red coat and that bling-bling on your wrist.” She quickly notices the ruby tennis bracelet that Elle is wearing and glances up at me. “Christmas gift?”

  “Yes,” Elle responds, looking up at me with a sparkle in her eye. She clutches my arm, trembling from the cold.

  “Let’s go in. My lady is shivering over here,” I suggest as I pull her against my body.

  “Fuck, smartest thing anyone’s said tonight,” Link says as he blows into his hands. “Nice getup by the way, man,” he mocks.

  “Thanks, man.” I loosen my tie and crinkle my forehead. “I only have to wear this getup for a few hours. Small price to pay.” I chuckle.

  “Sure, dude. I know what’s up.” He snickers. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger.”

  “Sounds like someone is familiar with that sort of thing, too.”

  “Hmm... I draw the line on what I wear. Anything else is fair game.”

  “It’s all for a good cause,” I reply, glancing down at Elle who loops her arm in mine. I love this woman standing beside me. Fuck. Link is right. I’d just about do anything for her.

  “It’s called love,” Elle retorts playfully, pressing her trembling body closer to mine.

  “Let’s go warm up and get some drinks before my man hits the stage and rocks the house!” Piper spins in her stilettos heels and plants a passionate kiss onto Link’s lips before we head back into the club.

  Link flashes his badge at the bouncer, and we slip inside. The crowd is a mixed bag with some dressed casually and others dressed to the nines in jewels, designer dresses and tuxes. We make our way down the colorful lobby and mingle with the rowdy and excited crowd for a few minutes to check out the murals before Link and Piper lead us to Crimzen’s private VIP room, where music is pumping out of the speakers. The hostess takes our coats, and it does not escape my notice when some of the men in the room glance over at my woman in the red
dress. She’s a fucking knockout, and I fucking know it. I make sure that they know she is with me by reeling her in for a kiss.

  The VIP lounge is decorated a rustic chic with rich burgundy walls. Sheer panels illuminated by white lights hang from the ceiling, bathing the room in a soft glow. The furniture is top of the line in the lounge area. Brown sofas with large throw pillows and a dark mahogany coffee table sit on top of a plush oriental rug. Nick and the rest of the band are seated at the bar having beers and mingling with other performers and executives from the record label that just signed them.

  Piper is giving Elle the grand tour of the place while I sit at the bar. Our eyes find each other across the crowded room, and I take her in, appreciating the curves of her body and the perfect swell of her breasts. My gaze lingers on her face, her perfect ruby lips, her cheeks bones and her simmering hazel eyes. Everything slows down around me when I look at her. I’m captivated by her. She looks coy and sultry, trailing her eyes the length of my body. I would do anything right now to get her alone.

  As I finish my beer and order another, my phone signals a text message. I grab it from the breast pocket of my shirt and laugh when I see the text message from Luke telling me he just arrived and is freezing his ass off. I type in a response advising him what VIP room we are in. I invited him to celebrate since he was the one that bailed me out of a huge fucking mess. I know that Elle never got to thank him for what he did for me. She hasn’t been able to catch him at the apartment, so I thought this was the best way.

  Luke has no issue getting in at the doors since he is a member of the House of Blues VIP group and definitely knows how to make a grand entrance, showing up with a hot redhead on his arm about five ten in black heels and a tight black dress with tits as big as my head. He strolls over and gives me a “guy” hug and then asks his date to get him a beer. She eagerly concurs and heads to the bar, swaying her curvy hips and catching the attention of every man in the room.