“But…” I stop her with my mouth, kissing her deeply, roughly, our tongues touching and tasting. A loud moan escapes her.
With reluctance, I pull back. “Tess you have to do better. No noise. The last thing I want to deal with is your mom going crazy.”
“Sorry,” she whispers, an evil grin on her face.
Reaching for her lips again, this time I hear a slight whimper when our tongues touch. She tastes like chocolate and Tess. Not staying on her puffy lips, I need her throat. I’m obsessed with it. I want so badly to bite it and suck it, but that would mark her. She’s wiggling, trying to get me to let go of her hands.
“Stop, Kitten. I’ll let go in a minute. I like you like this.” She cocks her head, but she’s still. Her chest expands as she breathes.
I’m like a starved beast, and her body is my feast. Lowering my head to take one of her hard, pink nipples into my mouth, I lick it and hear myself groan. A small victory smile touches her lips, and I laugh.
“We’re so fucked. Thankfully your mom is smashed.”
She nods. “I don’t think she would care anyway.” She moans it out. As I bite her nipple, a hiss comes out of her lips. Remorse fills me. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Kitten, I’m sorry…” She’s panting and grinding herself on me, shoving her breast farther into my mouth.
“Don’t be sorry—just do it again.”
For a moment I freeze, not sure I heard her correctly. Then I smirk at her. “I should have known: whatever I like, you like.”
“You should.” Her chest goes up and down, mirroring her excitement. “I love you, and I trust you. Please, make me come, Reed.” She sounds frantic.
Taking the other nipple in my mouth. I start to suck it, letting go of her wrists, so that I can use that hand to rub and pinch the first nipple. Her hands seem to be fluttering around trying to find something to grab hold of. I grind on her, and she groans, encouraging me. My hand grabs the post of her canopy so that I can rub her pussy hard. It feels unbelievable. Thank God my pants are soft. Before I even realize it, I’m pulsing and shaking. I fucking come in my thousand-dollar Tom Ford pants.
I sit up shocked. Tess sits up, her eyes filled with wonder. “Reed?”
“I can’t believe… that just happened.”
She reaches for my cock and starts to rub, feeling all the wetness. “Oh, Reed, um… it’s okay…”
Cutting her off, the last thing I need is for Tess to try to make me feel better. “I need to get out of these, take a shower, and then we will continue.”
“But… I want you to keep doing what you were doing now!” She pouts.
I’m already stripping out of my slacks and boxers, shaking my head. Turning on the water in her shower, I step into the freezing water. I’m beyond caring as the cold water pierces my skin like little knives. In a way, it feels good. I need a moment to process the fact that I came in my pants. I have lost complete control and hate that. I reach for the soap and take a fast rinse-off. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I go back to Tess. She’s removed her heels and is under the covers.
We look at each other.
“I love you so much. Promise me it will always be us—only us.”
I nod as my hand instinctively rubs my tattoo. “I promise.” Dropping the towel, I’m starting to get hard again. Tess breathes roughly, and her eyes are huge and staring at my cock. Leaning over, she grabs for one of those frilly pillows to shield herself, I guess from my penis.
“Reed, that”—she points at my penis—“looks huge. He’s big, right?” she whispers the last part as she licks her lips.
Yep, I was right. She’s scared of my dick. I should be modest. But, fuck that. I have been blessed with a big, thick cock. And since this is the only one she’s ever going to see, I answer truthfully. “Yeah, it’s impressive, huh?” Slowly stroking it, I feel it harden and bob past my belly button.
She watches me almost like she is taking notes, then raises her head. “I want to suck it.”
“No way, I’m sucking on you tonight. Lie back,” I demand.
My need to do everything is starting to fuck with me. I’m like a boy in a candy shop. All I want to do is taste her, eat her, suck her, the way I’ve seen it done on the videos. Taking a calming breath, I pull the sheet away from her. I don’t even try to kiss her. I’m on a mission, and since I’m rock hard again, I need to get started. Inching down, I grab her hips. Her legs open for me and I blink. She’s pink and glistening and so perfect. I don’t move and simply stare at her pretty wet pussy.
“Reed!” She snaps in a whisper. “What are you doing?” She goes to close her legs.
“Don’t even think about closing those legs. Kitten, I’m never going to be the same again.” Lowering my head, I lick the nub that is throbbing and glistening. She lies back and sobs out my name, her head, turning into her frilly pillow. And then I feast—literally feast on her. Starting with her clit and moving all over—it’s sloppy and wet and I’m covered in her juices. She clutches the sheets tightly, her head thrashing from side to side. I stop tonguing her so that I can explore her. As I open her pink folds, my mouth waters at the thought of tasting her again. But I want to watch her as I finger her. Slowly I rub my thumb over her wet clit.
She moans loudly. “Shh, Tess, put a pillow over your head or something.” She grabs the lacy thing and covers her face.
“No, take it off. I need to see your face.” I throw it across the room. Slowly I take my middle finger and sink into her soft wonderfulness, pumping in and out. Her body is so beautiful as she grabs for my wrist. I lower my head again and suck on her clit hard.
“Holy shit… Reed, I think I’m going to… Yes!” She pulses and clenches on my tongue. Her hands rip at my hair as she convulses. And I’m fucking king of the world. I just gave Tess her first orgasm and experienced the hottest thing imaginable.
Jesus, there is nothing better. Climbing up, I gaze into her perfect face.
“I love you so much. You and me, we’re going to experience everything together.” Kissing her nose, her eyes, her wet cheeks, I am undone. I can’t put into words the depth of what I feel for her. Obsession! She cries softly as she reaches for my face. Her fingertips trace my bottom lip.
“We will always be together, right? I can’t live without you.”
I stare at her, my finger rubbing her side where my name permanently marks her. Reaching for the hand that has my bracelet on it, I bring it to my tattoo, on my heart.
“Always.” Moving my hand and placing it on her heart, which is still pumping fast, I whisper, “This never lies—at least not with us.”
She sighs as she turns to spoon. I pull her snug in my embrace, knowing I won’t go to sleep because I still have a raging hard-on. I should probably take another shower and take care of it. But the thought of letting Tess go is not an option. Closing my eyes, I wait to hear her even breathing.
TESS
“Tess? Sweetheart?” My door handle rattles.
“Tess?” Someone is tapping on it now.
I bolt up.
“Reed?” I shake him. “Shit, Reed wake up.” He groans and tries to pull me back to him. I squirm out of his clutches.
“Tess Rose Gallagher open this door immediately!” My dad’s voice booms into my room making the walls shake.
Holy shit! My heart pounds. “Daddy? Is that you?” Kicking at Reed, whose eyes have blinked open, my pulse races.
“Of course it’s me. I decided the case can wait a few days, and I can work from home. I’m sorry I missed your party.” My door handle jiggles again. “I’m home now. At least, I think this is my apartment.” He sighs, annoyed.
I look over at Reed who is now fully awake and pulling on his slacks. He shouldn’t be wearing them. The discharge spot has dried, but it’s stiff and obvious.
“Um, Daddy can you give me a moment? I’m just waking up…”
Tripping over Reed’s jacket, I catch myself on my dresser. It rattles, with all my perfu
mes.
“Tess? What’s going on? Are you all right?”
Pulling my drawer open, I grab the top shirt. It’s pink and tight. I need a bra, but I’m too frazzled to deal with that.
“Will you relax? It’s going to be okay.” Reed has his hands up trying to calm me. All it’s doing is reminding me that he is in my room and it’s morning.
“He called me yesterday and said he wasn’t coming,” I whisper, slightly hysterical at the glaring reality that my dad is home.
Reed looks around my room and at me, running his hands through his dark curls.
“Tess, what has happened to my apartment?”
I jump up and down, shaking my hands like a crazy person until Reed stops me. “Pull it together, Kitten,” he whispers in my ear.
Taking a deep breath, I respond, “Um… Well, Mom… and a friend of mine have been redecorating. Where is Mom?” Trying my best to distract him, I’m still hoping for a miracle.
I get down on my knees to pull Reed’s shirt out from under my bed. “Here.” I almost throw it at him.
Thankfully, he is holding it together better than I am. He shakes his head at me and slips his arm into a sleeve. I’m completely losing it. Obviously, stressful situations are not my strong suit.
“Your degenerate mother is passed out. What the fuck has she done to herself? She looks like a truck smashed into her face. Open this door. I need to speak with you.”
Shit, shit, shit. I spin around freaking out. Again, I search my large room. The morning sunlight is slowly poking through the clouds, its light seeping in through my one big window. And for the first time, I hate that my room has such an open floor plan. There is nowhere for someone as big as Reed to hide. And with his feet firmly planted on my plush carpet, something tells me he is not in the mood to hide in my walk-in closet or bathroom.
“Oh my God, Reed! He is going to freak!” I mumble, shaking my hands again as if they are asleep.
My dad is known to be a major fit thrower if he doesn’t get his way. Also, he has certain ideas that he thinks are right. One is me. He expects perfect grades, so I don’t end up miserable like him. In other words, he does not want me getting pregnant and trapping Reed like my mom did to him.
Reed grabs my hands, stilling them. “Just step aside, Tess.” He sounds aggravated, then tosses me my black yoga pants that were draped on the edge of my chair. I look at his crumpled white dress shirt from last night, and yes, thankfully it’s covering his stain. My eyes go wide, grabbing his bicep. “Are you crazy?” I hiss. “Try to get under my bed.”
He rolls his eyes. “Fuck this, Tess. I’m not hiding under your princess bed.”
“Tess? Open this door now. Is Reed in there with you?” My dad pounds; the pictures on my wall move with the force.
“Screw this!”
I watch in slow-motion horror as Reed unlocks my door. Before I can even grasp what is happening, I’m looking at my father’s face. He looks good for a guy who has been traveling nine hours.
My dad is a handsome man. I look a lot like the girl version of him. Right now, he looks like he is going to attack Reed.
“Daddy, this isn’t what you think.” I hold up my hands.
His fists clench and unclench as he throws the door open and stalks into my room, straight for my wrinkled pink sheets.
My mind spins with excuses, but nothing comes out of my mouth. Reaching for the sheet he rips it back, tossing the pillows across the room, inspecting the bed. My face must be bright red because I feel like I’m on fire. He turns to me, his eyes wild, looking at my appearance.
“Pack a bag, we’re leaving,” he spits out.
I grab for Reed. “What?” His arm tightens on me.
“Pack. Your. Bag.” His voice is like ice.
I’m clutching Reed’s hand as if it can somehow merge me with him.
“Daddy, please…” I almost sink to my knees. Instead I face him head-on.
He’s furious and his cheek is twitching as he looks around my room.
“Mom?” I scream. Suddenly she seems like the best person in the world. I let go of Reed and run down the hall to her room.
Bursting open her door, I almost take a step back. It’s like a tomb. As my eyes try to adjust to the darkness, I cringe at her appearance. Dad’s right. She looks like shit! Worse than yesterday if that is possible. It doesn’t help that her makeup is still smeared on her face and pillow. Her Botox eye is still sporting the look of someone who’s had a stroke.
“Mom?” I jump on the mattress, shaking her. “Wake up! Dad’s home.” She sits up and grabs her head.
“Tess, please,” she snaps, lying back down. Suddenly we both jump.
“Don’t bother getting up, Claire. I’m not staying.” My dad walks into his large walk-in closet and pulls out a fresh suit.
“Robert?” My mom holds up her hands, kind of reminding me of a vampire trying to keep the morning light from burning her up.
“Christ.” His eyes move around his bedroom. Besides the walls being painted a deep rose color, she also got rid of the dark wooden bedroom furniture, replacing it with white.
“You’re a fucking disgrace!” He snarls down at her. “If I had any sense, I would divorce your drunk ass. Look at you.” He nearly spits in her face. Grabbing my arm, he shakes me slightly. “I just caught our fifteen-year-old daughter locked in her room with Reed! Who the fuck lets her daughter fuck her boyfriend in the room next to hers?” He waits as if my mom is smart enough to spar with him. She only stares at him with her one eye, looking dazed.
“I’m taking Tess with me. You can sit here and drown in vodka for all I care. I’m done.” With that he releases me and steps away, walking into the bathroom.
Scrambling over to her, I grab her cold hand. “Mom? This can’t happen! You need to get yourself together and tell him no, okay?”
This is it. My moment of truth with her. Her time to be a real mother. “Please.” My voice is raspy as I beg. “I need you! Don’t let him take me.” I’m borderline possessed, and I guess crying because everything is blurry.
Backing off the bed, I scream, “You’re going to let him take me, aren’t you?” I shake my head at the pain and betrayal. She stares at me then at the closed bathroom door.
“If you let him do this, I will never forgive you.”
“Tess.” I turn to Reed’s voice. He stands in the doorway looking at my disgusting mother.
“Come here. No one is taking you away.” Running to him I leap into his arms, crawling on him like a monkey. He wraps strong arms around my legs and I bury my face in his neck as he carries me back to my room and sits on my bed.
“She’s not going to stand up to him.” I clutch at his neck. “This is bad, Reed.” My throat is getting tight, that feeling like something is stuck in it, making me panic. My eyes dart around my childhood room. It’s my sanctuary. I love it. I can’t leave it.
“Reed… I can’t breathe.”
“Come on, baby. Breathe with me slowly… in and out.” Taking my hand, he puts it on his heart. “Take it, Tess. It’s yours. Take it and keep it.” Air fills my lungs and brain; my throat opens up.
“That’s it… like that. It’s almost over. Breathe with me.”
I’m sweating, but at least I can breathe. Sagging into his chest, I lean back as he holds me tight.
“Better?” His turquoise eyes, search my face. “We have to stay calm, Tess. It’s going to be all right.”
My father walks into my room smelling fresh from his shower and cologne. His blue eyes narrow on us.
“Tess, if you have anything that you can’t live without, I suggest you pack it. We will be leaving within the hour.” His eyes sweep my room. “Actually, just take some clothes. Svetlana, can help you pick out your room.”
I spot my mom in her robe, crying. “Do something,” I plead, my eyes boring into her. She looks horrible. Her good eye is so puffy from crying, you almost wouldn’t notice the other.
“Robert… Pleas
e don’t leave me. We can work this out.” Her skinny arms reach for him.
“Don’t touch me, Claire. The mood I’m in… for your own safety stay the fuck away.”
“You have been gone so long. I thought it would be fun redecorating. If you hate it, we can change it back.”
It’s as though I’ve been stabbed. She’s talking about redecorating?
He swings around to her. “You have absolutely no motherly instincts, do you? Your daughter is sleeping with Reed!” If he wasn’t taking me away from Reed, I would be cheering him on. At least he’s interested in me.
“Jesus Christ, Claire. She needs guidance, discipline, something you know nothing about. It’s not in you. You’re worthless and you look like a monster.” My mom flinches as though he hit her.
Stalking toward her, he points at her. “I will not have a teenage daughter pregnant. I did not go through sixteen years of my life with your repulsive ass to watch her become a whore,” he roars.
Reed steps forward. “Watch it, Robert.”
“You sorry-ass punk, that’s Mr. Gallagher to you.”
“Tess and I are not having sex.” My dad’s face reddens even more. I can practically see the steam coming out of his ears.
“You have nothing to be worried about. I understand that you are upset.” Reed’s calm voice sounds menacing against all our screaming.
My dad cuts him off. “You have no idea what I’m going through Reed! You are not a father. Maybe one day, when you have your own daughter, you will understand. But it won’t be with my daughter! I’m taking her away from you.”
My mom picks that time to interrupt. “Robert, please… I’m begging you, do not divorce me. Think of the scandal. I will tell everything. I will tell everyone about your new whore.” She sobs.
My attention slams to her and I almost slap her. “Mom, you are unbelievable! Dad is threatening to take me away, and all you are concerned about is that he’s divorcing you. You are so selfish.” Now I’m screaming. Tears run down my cheeks. I don’t bother to wipe them away.
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