The Reconstruction of Cyprian

by Michelle Love

  “Reed,” I say but his thumb moves over my lips.

  “You don’t have to say it, Jenna.”

  I pull his hand off my face and hold it. “So, even if I mean it, you don’t want to hear it?”

  “I want to hear it only if you really mean it.” His eyes are dark and a bit stormy.

  “I do love you, Reed. I wouldn’t be here with you if I didn’t. I don’t have sex with men I don’t love.”

  “I know that.” He runs his hand over my shoulder. “You are an angel.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I start seeing the giant homes I’ve only ever seen pictures of or on television. My attention is taken as we pass one after another.

  “Is this your neighborhood, Reed?”

  He stops looking at me and looks out the window. “It is.”

  “Wow, nice!”

  The limo slows and the driver pulls into a gated drive. Reed moves me off his lap. “You ready to see how I live, Jenna?”

  I nod. “Um, a gated community? Very nice, Reed.”

  He laughs a little as the driver punches in a code and then the large black iron gates open up and we go through them.

  Lush shrubs and gorgeous trees line the road. I look out the window to see what the homes look like in here. We pass a large fountain. “Nice, I suppose you guys pay a pretty penny for living here, huh?”

  “It’s not cheap,” he says.

  We go slightly left around a bend in the road and out of my window I see a large, what I would call a mansion, up ahead. “Who lives in that? Where are the normal houses? Further back?”

  “There are no more houses here. This is it.”

  I turn back to look at him. “Shut up, Reed!”

  “Okay,” he says with a smile and we pull to a stop in front of the enormous thing.

  The door opens, and the driver is there again. “Welcome home, Sir.”

  “Good to be back,” Reed says as he gets out and reaches back to take my hand.

  I look up at the mansion that has three stories. It’s the biggest thing I’ve ever seen as far as homes are concerned. “Reed, our whole town could fit inside these walls.”

  “Probably,” he says.

  The front door opens and out steps an older woman wearing all white. Like some fancy chef’s outfit. “Mr. Manning, how was the flight?”

  He takes me up to the woman with her brown hair in a ponytail. Her brown eyes roam over me as Reed pulls my hand up to his lips and kisses it then says, “This is her, Maddi.”

  The woman who has to be in her forties makes a slight bow. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Foster. I’m Mr. Manning’s personal chef and head of the staff here. If you find yourself needing a thing you just tell me and I will make it happen. Also, if you have any favorite foods you just let me know and I will make sure we keep those on hand for you.”

  “Uh, um, thank you. And it’s nice to meet you too.” I kind of stumble as Reed pulls me along with him up the stairs.

  He quickly lets my hand go and runs his arm around me. “It’s a little different than Jerome, isn’t it?”

  “Reed Manning, you’ve been keeping some very big secrets, haven’t you?” We go inside and the room is beyond anything I’ve seen except in museums. “This is crazy!”

  “This is the entry room. You like?” he asks as he moves me along and I can’t really feel my feet. I feel as if I’m gliding along at his side and in a different universe.

  “I love!”

  The next room is filled with leather furniture and the smell is amazing. Dark leather is offset by light tan walls and the giant chandelier overhead makes things sparkle in the large room.

  “This is the main living area of the house.” He keeps going, following the Maddi woman.

  Then we go into the kitchen. “Oh my God, Reed!” I look at the three ovens in the wall. My eyes move on to one giant stove top with I can’t count how many burners and grill things.

  “Now, this kitchen belongs to Maddi. Her domain if you know what I mean. If you feel like cooking something get with her first because she is a tyrant about this room.” Reed ends with a laugh.

  Maddi turns back to look at me. “He’s being a bit dramatic. I don’t allow him in the kitchen as he messes things up. But you are always welcome in my kitchen, Miss Foster.”

  “Thank you.” I look around. “But this is so far out of my league I do believe I will leave it in your hands, Maddi. And please call me Jenna.”

  Her brows lift some. “Jenna it is.” She looks at Reed. “I like her. You were right about her having a beautiful aura.”

  His arm tightens around my waist as he gives me a squeeze. “She is an angel.”

  I blush and look away as I place my hand on his chest. “Oh, Reed!”

  “Oh, Jenna,” he says then kisses my cheek. “Maddi, I’m going to show her the rest of the place. Well, not all of it as that would take too much time. Did you get what I asked for?”

  She nods. “It’s all in the first refrigerator and the wine is in there too. So whenever you get hungry it’s ready for you. I let the rest of the staff know they’re off and they’ve all left and if you don’t need anything else, I’ll be out of your hair now. But call if you want anything.”

  “Will do, thank you, Maddi,” Reed says then moves us out of the kitchen and through a monster of a dining room.

  “Reed, this may seem rude but I don’t care.” I stop and look at him. “How the hell rich are you?”

  “Very,” he says with a smile.

  “Reed!”

  “Okay, I don’t happen to have the exact number in my bank accounts or investment accounts but I am classified as a billionaire.” His mouth closes and mine hangs open.

  “How could you have hidden this from everyone?”

  He looks kind of sheepish. “You know my family, Jenna. I felt like I had to. Mom and Dad know since they came here for Christmas last year. But no one else knows anything more than I’m doing alright out here in California.”

  “I can’t believe Sue was able to keep her mouth shut about this. And you had all week to tell me. Why didn’t you?”

  He takes my hand and pulls me along with him as we go through another large room with several computers and desks. “This is my home office. I have a building downtown where the real work happens. And I didn’t want to tell you about how much money I had because I wanted to see if you liked me or loved me, rather, for me and not my money.”

  “Sneaky but I get it.”

  He rounds a corner and we go up a flight of stairs. And then he stops at the first door on the right. “Okay, this is the master’s wing.”

  The word he uses has my head jerking and my heart pounding.

  Master?

  Chapter 16

  REED

  A fearful expression covers Jenna’s face. “Reed, what do you mean by that?”

  “Mean by what?”

  “The master’s wing?” Her eyes dart around as if she’s looking for something.

  “It’s the term people use for the area of a home typically used by the owners. You know the man and wife. Why do you look like that?” I pull her close to me and hold her.

  She lets out a sigh. “I’m just a little nervous, I guess. That was really dumb of me. I know that. Sorry.”

  “Are you afraid to be with me, Jenna?” I ask as I know it’s been a couple of years for her and the only other times she’s had sex were with my asshole of a brother and I can imagine how those times went.

  She looks up at me and her expression goes soft. “Not at all. It’s just that every once in a while certain things trigger bad reactions in me. With time, that will stop. I’m sure it will. Now let me see your bedroom, Reed.”

  What did that asshole do to her?

  I shove everything back and focus on her and how I have to show her love doesn’t have to mean she loses control of herself.

  After pushing the door open, I pick her up and carry her inside. “This is it.”

  “Oh my God
, Reed! That bed is ginormous! It’s gorgeous.”

  I put her down on the bed and she lays back and runs her arms out. I laugh. “It’s soft too.”

  Her blonde hair is fanned out over the chocolate-colored bedspread and she looks even better in my bed.

  “It is soft. I don’t know how you get out of it.”

  I kick off my shoes then pull her black heels off and lay next to her. “I think now I have you in it, getting out of it will prove to be much harder.”

  Her eyes sparkle as she looks at me and runs her hand over my cheek. “Reed, this is amazing.”

  “You are,” I whisper and rest my hand on her stomach.

  How long I have wanted to see this woman looking at me as we laid down together sits in the forefront of my mind. And the scene is better than I even dreamt it would be.

  Her tongue runs over her pink lips and the top of her coral colored shirt is gaping open, her pink lace bra peeks out and I move my hand to the top button and open it.

  I hold her eyes with mine as I unbutton her shirt and then my eyes move as I watch it fall to the sides, revealing her covered breasts. They rise and fall with each breath she takes.

  Then the thought runs through my head that we’ve never talked about birth control. I lean up and rest my head on my hand as I look down at her and run my fingertips over her stomach. “Jenna, do I need to use a condom?”

  “That’s up to you, Reed. I’m on the pill and have had several check-ups and even though I know Rod was with other women, thank the lord, I am disease free. But I do understand if you want to use one.”

  “I’d rather not if you don’t mind.” I look at her and she nods.

  “I don’t mind at all.”

  She reaches up and undoes the buttons on my shirt and her eyes light up as she sees my bare chest. “You like?”

  She nods and bites her lower lip. “I knew you’d have a fantastic six pack and pecs of steel.” Her hands run over my skin and it fills me with heat.

  I have to take my time with her!

  Her bra has a clasp in the front and I open it, setting her perfect tits free. “Damn it, Girl.” I look up at her. “I have to taste them.”

  She smiles and runs her hands behind my head and gently pushes my head down. I lick my lips just before they touch her breast.

  My cock jerks as my lips touch it and I moan as I lick the hard nipple. She moans out my name, and it sends me into a spiral.

  I’ve had plenty of sex and this is not sex. This is magical and fascinating and like nothing I’ve ever felt.

  One hand moves to caress her other breast as I run my tongue over the one in my mouth then I suck it and feel her body go tense as her hands run through my hair. “Reed!”

  She arches her chest up to me and my hand leaves her other breast and moves down to push her skirt up. I have ached to feel her like this and it’s so much more than I thought it would be.

  My fingers move up her silky panties and then I feel the elastic at the top and move them down until my fingers touch her folds. Her hot and already wet folds.

  She really does want me!

  I move one finger into her and flatten my palm out to cover her. I pulse it inside her as her legs pull up to allow me better access.

  Her hands move under the back of my shirt and over my back as she moves under my touch. “Reed, my God,” she moans as I continue to please her.

  Her moans hit my ears like velvet covered sounds that go all the way through and touch my soul. To hear her like this has been a fantasy for so damn long.

  I can feel her walls beginning to tighten as I pump my finger inside her and move my palm over her, making sure to press her clit and then her body starts shaking. “Tell me when, Reed.”

  Her words have me confused and I pull my mouth away from her delicious tit. “Tell you when what?”

  “When I can cum. Tell me when,” she says.

  “Whenever you want, Jenna. It is your body and you know when you want to do that, right?”

  She looks kind of dumbstruck then smiles. “K.”

  I suppose that jackass made her ask permission for that too!

  “Jenna, I love you.”

  Her smile grows and her eyes get all glassy. “Reed, I love you too.” Her hands move to my cheeks and she pulls me to kiss her.

  Moving my hand from her, I move my body up hers and kiss her long and sweet. Easy, to let her know she’s precious. More than anything in this world, she is the most important thing to me. And she always will be.

  I roll over with her and keep her on top of me as we kiss. Her light weight on me is a thing I’ve always wanted to feel. And it’s better than I imagined.

  Everything with Jenna is so much better than I ever imagined it would be!

  I was a little afraid I had her up on a pedestal and that I might be disappointed if I actually ever did get a chance with her. But I was wrong.

  I didn’t set the bar high enough. She’s like Heaven in my arms. My own angel and now I have her home with me where she belongs.

  Where she’s always belonged.

  Then I realize I haven’t offered her a drink or anything and stop the kiss. “How rude of me. Are you thirsty or hungry, Jenna? I didn’t even offer. I have all kinds of things. Name it and I most likely have it.”

  She laughs. “I’d like to keep on doing this, if you don’t mine.”

  “I do not mind at all.” I flip over again and move off her. “And I think it’s time to get rid of these pesky clothes we have on.”

  “I agree,” she says and tries to sit up.

  I push her back to the bed. “I got it.”

  She smiles and lays back. “I see.”

  While she gets the rest of the way out of her bra, I get her skirt off and the matching pink panties and marvel at her body as she lies on my bed. “Jenna, you are gorgeous.”

  “Thank you. Now drop the pants so I can run my eyes over you too.”

  I do as she’s said and watch her eyes go big as she sees what I have for her inside them. “Will this do, mam?”

  She nods and holds out her arms for me to come into. “Yes, it will, Reed Manning. You are a man who hides a lot. What an impressive gift you have there.”

  Moving my body over hers, I look into her eyes. “And it is yours forever if you want.”

  Pushing her hair back, I trail kisses over her neck then down her shoulder and keep moving down until I’m at her apex and have her body quivering. My tongue runs over her clit and she arches up. “Reed!”

  Her hands fist in my hair as I lick her clit over and over and she wiggles so much I have to grab her ass and hold her still so I can do more. She’s putting out such heat I know she’s going to cum several times.

  I put my mouth on her and lick, suck, and nip at her clit and folds. She’s moaning and making little purring noises and it sends me into a frenzy, trying my best to please her.

  She lets out a little shriek and her body goes tense. “Reed! My God! Reed!”

  I run my tongue inside her and find her pulsing and move my body up hers and ram my throbbing cock into her. It feels so good I nearly scream with the intensity.

  “God, Jenna. God damn, you feel so good. So fucking good!” I make a stroke.

  Her nails run over my back. “Reed! I can’t stop the orgasm!”

  I move and ram my thick and long cock into her again as she holds on tight to me and screams my name again. Over and over I ram into her with a need I’ve never had before. And she screams my name with each thrust.

  My body is hot and shaking with need. The need to please her. The need to be pleased by her. The all-encompassing need for her.

  Her body is shaking and wiggling underneath mine as she continues to orgasm. Her walls are squeezing my dick and it’s nearly impossible not to let go, but I want her to cum for as long as she can before I let mine go.

  The poor thing has been without for a long time after all!

  Kissing her neck, I can taste the saltiness of the sweat escap
ing as her body can’t stop and I won’t let it as I pound into her sweet, wet depths. Something I’ve fantasized about doing for so long.

  Her tits are squished under my chest, another thing I wanted to feel for so damn long. Her stomach smashes under mine as I drive my cock into her.

  My name on her lips as her body comes undone is a thing I never thought I’d get to hear. Yet her she is with me, screaming my name. And then I can’t stop and I flood her with my cum.

  My dick can’t stop jerking into her, sending her even further over the edge as she arches up to me. “Yes! Yes! Finally! Reed!”

  “Jenna,” I mumble against the skin of her neck. “My, Jenna.”

  Her body is still shaking as her hands glide over my back. “Your, Jenna,” she whispers. “Always, yours, Reed.”

  “Forever,” I whisper. “Forever, Jenna.”

  “Forever, Reed,” her words fall soft and then she takes my face and pulls it back and she has tears running down her cheeks. “I love you more than I could ever imagine loving someone.”

  I run my fingers over her cheeks. “Don’t cry.”

  She sniffles. “I have to. I’ve never been a part of something so beautiful before.”

  I know she hasn’t. “Neither have I.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Jenna, I can never let you go now. This is more than I knew possible and I can never let you go.”

  “I don’t want you to,” she says. “Because I can never let you go either.”

  With a deep sigh, I look into her green eyes and see the light there. A light that has never been there before. I put that there. I helped her become this woman. This beautiful woman.

  And I will always strive to keep that light there from now on.

  Pulling out of her is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. The urge to stay inside her is overwhelming. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

  And the whole way I feel about her is a little frightening. Like if I lost her I would never be the same again.

  I shake my head to get rid of the thought.

  I’m not going to lose her. She feels just as strongly as I do. I can feel it and see it in her eyes and the way she holds me to her.