“You’re a little overdressed for this christening. Let me fix that for you.” He slowly takes my clothes off and tosses them to the side. When he starts to crawl over my body, I sit up and shove him onto his back. “I like where this is going.”
He smiles wide and his eyes light up. “I should hope so.” My lips connect with his, but only for a second. I nibble my way down his jaw and throat. I circle both of his nipples with my tongue, and then lick my way south.
With my hands on both of his thighs, I trace my tongue up the entire length of him. His hands delve into my hair on a groan. When I grab his shaft and pull the tip of him into my mouth, his grip on my hair tightens and he growls that panty-drenching growl.
“Fuck, Reagan. I love the way your mouth feels around me.”
I deliberately hum, then swirl my tongue around him while pumping my fist gently over him. He groans and thrusts a little into my mouth. I lightly run my teeth from base to tip. “Oh God. Okay, get up here. Because what I have in mind doesn’t end with me blowing in your mouth. Come here, sweet girl. I want to taste you.”
I pull him out of my mouth with a pop that makes him take a gasping breath and fold in on himself a little. I’m flipped onto my back and my hands are shoved above my head by my wrists. “Mm, hello Abraham.”
His face is level with mine, and I watch as an animalistic smile lights his face. It makes my insides quiver with need. “Hello, sweet girl.” He dips his head down and I turn mine to the side to give him better access to my neck. He puts my wrists in one hand, and his other hand finds its home at the base of my throat.
“Abraham.” It comes out all breathy. He makes his way to my nipples. His lips close around one and he sucks on it before he runs his teeth over it. He repeats the process with the other nipple. The second he releases my wrists, my fingers tangle in his hair.
His tongue runs a trail over my skin from my breasts to my navel. His mouth plays with the belly ring I have in. He kisses his way to my hip and grazes his teeth along the bone. My back arches, and I gasp loud enough for the noise to echo off of the walls in this empty room.
His tongue dips into my folds and I almost lose it. My head is spinning and my heart is racing. “Fuck, Abraham.”
“I know sweet girl. I know.” His mouth closes around my throbbing clit at the same time he thrusts a finger inside of me.
“Oh, God!” I’m so not going to make it.
“Give it to me, Reagan. I want to hear your scream echo back to me from the other side of the lake. Let it go.” His mouth closes around me again, his fingers hook inside of me, and his other hand pinches my nipple between two fingers.
I couldn’t stop his name from screaming out of my mouth if I tried.
My legs are still quaking as he makes his way up my body. My leg is hooked over his arm and he thrusts inside of me, jumpstarting another orgasm. My back arches, my head falls back, and I cry out as my world morphs into blissful heaven.
“Fuck, Reagan.” He pounds in and out of me, quickening his pace. When my back comes back down to the floor, Abraham pulls out of me abruptly. “Flip over, on your knees, and brace yourself on the wall.” His impatience has him lifting me into his arms to carry me over to the wall. “I can’t wait. Lock your ankles around me.” I do and we slam up against the wall.
He’s inside me within seconds. His lips find the base of my throat and he groans against my skin. “Christ.” I’m climbing to the brink of another orgasm.
“Oh fuck.” He’s out of me again and spinning me around to face the wall. I drop to my knees, and put my palms flat on the wall—extending my arms out so that I can brace myself. He growls. “You have a beautiful ass.”
“Why don’t you give it a good smack?” He does, then grabs my hips and thrusts into me again. “Fuck!” Leaving one hand on my hip, he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls it the perfect amount.
Somewhere in the room, my ringtone for Devon, ‘Just to see you smile’, echoes off of the walls. “Ignore it. Oh fuck, Reagan. Ignore it.”
“Oh I planned on it. Harder, Abraham!” He pounds into me increasing his speed. “Fuck!” My senses explode. He hits his climax at the same time I do. He rides it out until my insides stop pulsating around him.
I relax my neck, letting my head fall forward. Abraham rolls us to the mess of blankets and pulls one over our bodies. “In retrospect, I probably should have closed the windows before we started this.” I look toward the balcony to see that all four windows are open and the curtains are fluttering with the cool breeze coming off of the lake. I laugh so loud I’m sure the neighbors across the way can hear it. Yep, they're gonna hate us…if they don’t already.
My phone goes off again amongst the blankets. This time it’s ‘Carry On My Wayward Son’. It’s my generic ringtone. Looking at it, I don’t recognize the number but I answer anyways.
“Hello?”
“Really? I can’t tell you how much I don’t need to hear the two of you fornicating, Reagan. Help me out here. Close a window.”
“Okay, one, we legitimately forgot about the windows. And two, did you really just say ’fornicating?’ ”
“I did. Please, for the sake of my sanity, remember to close the windows. I like this house, I don’t want to have to move.”
“I promise that I will try to not make it known that we’re…fornicating.”
“Thank you. Now good night, brat. Close your windows.”
“Good night, punk. You too.” I hang up and roll over to see Abraham with a smile on his face. “What?”
“I just really love you.” Melt my heart why don’t you. Fuck.
“I love you too, stud. Now that you’ve thoroughly sexed me up, let’s fall into a sex coma for the night.”
“Agreed. Come here.” I lay my head on his chest and he curls the blankets around us. “Good night, sweet girl.”
“Good night, Adonis.”
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Abraham
“Up, up you moose. Ugh! Abraham! I have to pee!”
My chest shakes with laughter. “Haven’t we done this once before?”
“We have, now let go!” I open my arms and her sheet-covered form zips into the room that will soon have our things in it.
I look at the clock on my phone and shoot out of our makeshift bed on the floor. “Fuck! Reagan, hurry up! We’re late!” I hear her stumble around in the bathroom after she flushes the toilet. “Are you all right?”
“Fuck! Yeah, I’m fine.” She comes out with her scrub top on and her bottoms in her hand. “But my knees are a little worse for wear.”
My eyes travel to her knees and my jaw clenches. It’s not bad that her rug burn makes me hard…right?
“I’m glad you’re proud of your work, but I need to get to mine. Kiss me, stud.” Mm. Why do we work again?
I give her what I hope to be a mind-blowing kiss. I love it when she moans into my mouth. “Go. Before I find something to chain you to and keep you here all damn day—naked and at my will.”
That cute little breathless noise she makes when she’s utterly turned on passes her lips. “You can’t say things like that. Not when I have to leave for—” She looks at the watch on her wrist. “Ugh, six hours. Fuck, I’m so late. I love you.” She takes off through the entryway to the stairs, and I can hear her feet land on every step.
“All right dogs, let’s go outside before I have to go.” They follow me out into the yard and it takes them a good five minutes to scope out a spot to shit. “Of course you would take forever to shit today. Fuck, you two better hurry up.”
My phone rings in my pants pocket. “Dude. Aren’t you late?” I look across the lake. Devon is on his balcony in nothing but his boxers, and Sara is wrapped in a sheet.
“You’re lucky Mickey isn’t home to see that.” I point to Sara. “Yes I’m late. We didn’t set an alarm last night. Why aren’t you at work?”
“Mickey doesn’t scare me. Ow.” Sara smacked his arm, waves to me, and then heads back inside. �
��I’m not going in until noon. You won’t be either if you don’t get your ass in your car and head out.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you guys at three. Gotta get the pregger’s all moved in.”
“Later.” We hang up and I usher the dogs into the house.
“Behave yourselves.” We left Duchess at the old house with all of her stuff. Apparently ‘her highness’ doesn’t like to go anywhere without her bed stuff. She sure lives up to her ‘man-eater’ status.
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“Stone. You’re late. What gives?” Bill is standing next to my doorway and follows me in when I unlock it.
“Forgot to set an alarm. Reagan and I bought a new house. We stayed there last night.”
He plops his butt down in one of my client chairs. “New house? Damn dude. New girl, new dog, new tattoos, new house…what’s next? Do I hear wedding bells in ‘hard as Stone’s’ future?”
I just go about pulling out the files that need to be worked on today. When I don’t say anything, his eyes grow two sizes, and he leans forward. “No fucking shit? Are you going to ask her to marry you?”
“I am. After all of this bullshit with her ex blows over, I’m going to take the leap and get down on one knee.”
“I never thought I’d see the day. I figured that, if you ever did get married, your mother would have a shotgun pointed at you throughout your ‘I do’s’ with that hot snob, Sasha.”
My lip curls at the mention of her name. “That would never have happened. Besides, my mother is no longer pushing for Sasha. You should see her. Since Reagan came into the picture, on a romantic level, my mother has been…human. Reagan got her to eat at IHOP.”
“What? I would have loved to see how out of place she looked sitting in one of those booths.” He sits back and tosses a folder on my desk. “The Gilding file. Swanson said you’d be sitting on pins and needles for it.”
“Yeah, you tell Swanson I said to suck it.”
“I think you’ve got someone to do that for you already.”
My jaw clenches and my eyes pierce his. “Don’t. Ever.”
His hands go up as he stands and backs his way out of the room. “Kidding. Just kidding. My bad.” He speed walks around the corner. Jackass.
“Such Great Heights” by The Postal Service echoes through the room. The ringtone alone has me smiling.
Reagan: Had I been working at the shop, it wouldn’t have been a big deal to be late. I hate making the night shifters wait on me. I feel like such an ass. Bottom line, I’m working until 8 tonight to make up for the two hours extra that I made Tommy work.
All traces of my smile are gone. Damn it.
Abraham: You’re such a sweet person. Well, you’ll definitely have to call me when you get off. I don’t know where we will be by then. The rest of us are headed to Mickey and Kate’s at 3 to start moving stuff.
Reagan: Oh fuck. I forgot all about that…shit, what should I do?
I have to laugh. She hates to disappoint anyone.
Abraham: It’s fine, sweet girl. We will be okay being a man down.
Reagan: Ugh. Okay, I’ll let you know when I get off. Love you
Abraham: Love you too, sweet girl.
Okay, back to the case load.
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“Okay, Dev and I are going to go back to the house to grab the boxes from your library. Is there anything you guys absolutely want back here tonight? We should grab it now so that it’s not forgotten.”
Kate looks around and taps the top of her belly. “We’ve got the bathrooms here, the kitchen stuff except for food, our bedroom…no, I think that everything that we will need tonight is already here. Whatever you guys can fit in this load and the next should do it for tonight.”
“All right. If you change your mind, call us.” Devon follows me to the old neighborhood. I pull right out front on the curb, letting him back into the driveway. “You think we could get it all done tonight?”
“Reagan wants to move that bad, huh?” He smiles and heaves a box full of books into the bed of his Silverado.
“Don’t you? She’d be ecstatic if I told her that we could start moving stuff tomorrow. I’ve had Sam at my house all day packing.”
“Sara’s been at my place doing the same. I’m glad she offered to do it. I hate packing and I think that she knows that. I’m also really glad that she’s not pressuring me into asking her to move in with me. I’m just not ready for that leap yet, ya know? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love her. I’m just scared that if we move in together…”
“She might not like who you are in close quarters?”
“Exactly. Help me lift this couch.” We lift and he talks around it. “Right now, she sees me between work and school—”
“School?” Sara is twenty-nine.
“Yeah, she’s going for her master’s. Anyways, I feel like if she sees me all the time, she will notice stuff that she hasn’t yet. We already broke up once and it was a goddamned catastrophe.”
“Dude.” I stop moving backward with the couch, effectively causing him to come to a halt. “That was almost ten years ago. You guys were what? Twenty-two, twenty-three? You were still young as shit. You can’t base this time around on that one. You’ve both grown up a lot.”
He pushes the couch into me, making me start moving to the truck again. “I guess I’m just scared. What would you do?”
“That’s apples and oranges my friend. Mickey was never against you two getting together. The only thing you two had going against you was yourselves. I’ve wanted Reagan to be mine since the second she walked into that bar.”
Resting my side of the couch on the tailgate, I jump in the bed of the truck and start to pull it in while Devon pushes. “Still creepy, Abraham. I’ll never forget how red Damon got all over.”
I start to laugh and jump down. “He wanted to launch across the bar and strangle my ass.”
“Hell yeah he did. And he was half the size that he is now. Boy has a temper.”
“Ha, ha, ha.” I load it with sarcasm.
“What?” He looks at me with confusion.
“If I remember correctly, you tried to slug me. Twice.”
“Yeah, well. She’s my little sister. What was I supposed to do? It’s still fucking weird. Fuck, Mickey had to hold me down what, two, three times since we found out about you and her?”
“You two have some seriously aggressive tempers.”
“Us two? What, and Reagan doesn’t?”
After I set another box in the back of the truck, I turn to him and smile. “Yeah, but I like her aggressive side.”
He punches me in the arm and I push him. “Cheap shot.”
“I know. But you totally set yourself up for it. Come on, two more boxes. We need to go unload then come pick up what’s left.”
We’ve got maybe half a load left in their house. They’ve been here all day, just running back and forth. With Damon’s truck, Mickey’s truck, and Kate’s Jeep they got most of it to the house before Devon and I showed up.
When we get back to the lake, my phone beeps, letting me know I have a few voice mails. They’re from Reagan. Damn it. I hit the keys needed and listen to them.
“Abraham? Someone’s following me. Fuck! What an awesome time for you to not answer your phone. Damn it!”
I can hear tires screeching and her breathing elevate.
“Mother fucker! Oh God! Shit, shit, shit.” Beep. The annoying automated female voice invades my ears. Next message.
My heart is racing and I’m clinging to my phone for dear life. My adrenaline kicks in and before I know it, I’m back in my car and peeling out of Mickey’s driveway, kicking up dust and rocks, headed to our old house.
If she comes back here, these guys will be here to protect her. There isn’t anyone at our house except for Duchess. The thought has my foot pressing the pedal all the way down.
“Son of a bitch!”
Why the hell didn’t she call the cops?
“Abraham…I
love you. I’m going to try to lose them. If I can’t…then I’m sorry.”
“What? No!” Turning into the neighborhood, I’m practically on two wheels. I’m nearly hit by an Optima. I spot her Jeep. It’s half in the garage and the driver side door is open. “No, please no!”
Jumping the curb, I leave the car running. I barely put it in park before I jump out and am running to her Jeep. I almost take her door off when I slam into it to stop myself.
She’s not in it. But then, I didn’t really expect her to be. Launching into a full sprint, I take off into the house. “Reagan! Reagan where are you?” Sirens sound outside. I’m sure I caught their attention with how many red lights I ran, curbs I jumped, etc. “Reagan! Reagan, fucking answer me!”
“Abraham?” I fly up the stairs toward her voice and pound on the closet door.
It unlocks and I open it. “Oh thank fuck.” My whole body relaxes. Standing in the middle of the closet, Reagan is in messy scrubs, holding a shotgun to her shoulder. When she registers that it’s actually me, she puts it back on the shelf and throws her body into my chest.
“It was a girl. I didn’t get a real good look. Good enough that I know that it wasn’t Sasha. It was some other girl. I don’t think that I have ever seen her before. But like I said, I didn’t get a good look.”
“Shh, it’s okay, angel. All I care about right now is that you are here and in my arms.” She’s rambling and her whole body is shaking.
Her fist hits my chest hard enough to actually knock the wind out of me. “Why in the hell didn’t you answer your stupid phone?”
I cough a couple times before I can answer. “It didn’t ring. And if it did then I didn’t hear it.”
“Damn it.” She smacks my arm but lets me pull her back into me.
There’s a pounding on the front door and I can see cops stream into our backyard with their guns drawn through the bedroom window. At this point, I know the head honcho and he knows me. He is the one who comes in first through the door to the garage. Reagan and I move to the top of the stairs.
“Is there anyone else inside?”
“No. It’s just us. Do you know what she was driving, babe?”
“She?”
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