Back Off: Reed Security: Book One

by Robin Leaf

  “She said that an episode with her already aired a couple of weeks ago. Her character’s name was something music related.”

  I sit up. “Holy shit, did she play Lyric?”

  “Yeah, that was it, Lyric.”

  “Oh my God, I loved her, and even Ignacio has a little crush on her.”

  Mierda. Me and my big mouth. His brows pull together and his lips tighten before he pulls me down to lay on him again, running his hand over my hair.

  “I thought she was played by some chick named Darby,” I say to distract from my last comment.

  “Darby is her stage name, thanks to my sister.” He sighs, lifting my chin. “I’m sorry my sister is meddling. If I told her the truth, she’d be happy for us and back off.”

  I nod. “Yeah, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to bring her in on our secret.”

  He flips me on my back, holding my hands over my head.

  “Here’s my plan, cariño,” he says, kissing his way from my jaw to my ear. “You are going to keep your hands here while I suck on your nipples, then lick your pussy. You will have at least one more orgasm before we fall asleep.”

  I smile. “I would like to add an addendum to that plan, please, Mr. Reed.”

  I love the way his eyes flash.

  “Please present your offer, Miss Calvillo.”

  “Me gustaría chuparte tu verga primera, por favor.”

  He lays his forehead on mine, closing his eyes.

  I run my hands over his head, breaking his stupid keep-your-hands-here rule. “I’ve yet to suck your cock, Noah.”

  “Because you said you’ve never done it before,” he whispers, almost desperately.

  “It doesn’t mean I haven’t wanted to.” I smile, lifting his head so he can see how eager I am. “Let me give you my first blow job for New Year’s. You can talk me through it… tell me what you like?”

  He nods a little too enthusiastically. “Yes. Please. Yes.”

  I push him gently, and he rolls onto his back. He’s already hard, and I like that.

  So, I grip him and widen my mouth to try to take it, but I graze his tip with my tooth, maybe a little more than a graze.

  His hands fly to my head, lifting me off. “Ooh, babe,” he hisses.

  “Sorry,” I whimper. “Did I hurt you?”

  “Not really,” he answers on a groan. “I just wasn’t expecting you to dive right in.”

  “Here, let me make it better.” I lean down and lick up from the bottom, circling the tip and eliciting a groan from him.

  “Yes, cariño, that’s it.”

  I try to open my mouth again, but I’m a little gun shy now. This thing is huge.

  “I’m kinda mad at this thing that I can’t fit my mouth around it.”

  He chuckles and lifts my chin. The love in his eyes just about makes me melt. “You don’t have to do this.”

  I bat his hand away from me, becoming even more determined. Third time’s bound to be a charm. I relax my jaw to fit him in, going down as far as I can, feeling him hit the back of my mouth just shy of my throat. I add some suction on the withdrawal, hoping that instructional video I watched last week offered good advice. His moan tells me it did.

  I pull back and look up at him. “Tell me what you like.”

  “My dick. Your mouth. There’s nothing about that to not like.”

  “Noah, please, tell me.”

  He smiles, running his fingertips down my face. “Seriously, I’ll like anything you do.”

  I roll my eyes. “You apparently didn’t like my tooth crashing into it.” I pump my hand up and down, softening my tone. “I want you to teach me.”

  He stares at me for a second, searching my face. His expression turns serious, almost stern. I feel myself get wetter. This is going to be fun.

  “Grip tighter, take me in your mouth again, and suck harder when you pull back.”

  I smile before taking his direction.

  “Yes, that’s it. Now, pump your hand in time with your mouth, and move your hair so I can watch.”

  I flip my hair to the other side of my head and concentrate on following his directions. The sounds he’s making are so fucking erotic, I up my performance, gripping a bit tighter and sucking a bit harder.

  I’m really getting into it, but I need more leverage. My left hand goes between his legs for support, right next to his ass. He moans and tilts his hips forward, spreading his legs a little, so I decide to tease. I run my knuckle on that spot right under his balls, applying some pressure.

  “Oh fuck,” he grunts.

  My eyes fly to his face, watching to see if that was a good thing. I’d say, judging by the complete ecstasy I see there, it was. His eyes find mine, staring at me with hunger and awe. I start to move faster, adding a little more pressure, really giving it to him, and he starts to move subtly. For some reason, he stills. He’s holding back.

  I pull off, pumping with my hand. “Let go, Noah,” I pant before latching back on.

  His hips begin moving in time with me. He’s gentle, and I appreciate it, but I want him to really let go. I suck even harder, speeding up even more, applying even more pressure, and he takes my hint, moving with me, fucking my mouth with a little more vigor.

  I love every second.

  “Christina,” he warns, “I’m gonna come. You need to decide right now if you want me to do that down your throat or on your tits.”

  Both options sound appealing, but I really don’t want to stop. I grip him tighter, and he moves faster, cupping my cheeks, before he thrusts, filling my mouth. I continue to work him, until he’s released every last drop.

  I swallow around him, not really enjoying the taste, but trying to not let it bother me too much. I feel some escape the side of my mouth, but I don’t stop.

  He pulls out of my mouth, still cupping my cheeks, and smiles lazily.

  “Holy shit, that’s fucking hot,” he says, wiping my mouth with his thumb. “And you’re an excellent student.”

  He flips me, sticking his tongue deep in my pussy before I can even answer him.

  Less than a minute later, I’m coming on his face and not being quiet about it.

  His lips capture mine, still wet from my pussy, letting me taste myself, while his tongue, I’m sure, tastes the remnants of what he left on mine. He devours my mouth, and I keep up with him. I feel him hard at my opening, so I widen my legs, encouraging him to enter me.

  “Escúchame, Cristiana,” he breathes in my ear, entering me in one thrust. “Tú eres mía, para siempre.”

  “Yes, and you are mine, too, Noah. Forever.”

  “I love you, Cristiana. God, I fucking love you,” he whimpers as he fucks me harder than he ever has.

  “I love you, too.”

  Minutes later, I come, and he follows soon after. It’s the perfect way to begin a new year.

  ***

  “The five minutes you were in the bathroom is all the break from me you get,” he says gruffly.

  “Sorry, güero. But you will not accompany me to pee. That act is still sacred.”

  He raises his eyebrow. “Sacred, huh?”

  “Yeah, sacred. When I’m in there, I don’t need companionship. Like those putas who try to talk to me in a public restroom.” I huff. “When I slide that lock closed, I’m in the cone of silence. I really don’t want to talk to strangers when my underwear is down.”

  He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “We’re far from strangers, Nana.”

  “True, but it still ain’t happening, so forget it.”

  Pulling me closer, he kisses my forehead. “What are you going to do when you have kids? They inevitably follow parents into the bathroom.”

  I sit up on my elbow, and glare at him. “Why do you think I am so adamant about that cone-of-silence thing? My brothers used to bang on the bathroom door when I lived at home and never left me alone in there. No matter how much I kicked their asses, they still tortured me. Thought it was funny. It wasn’t. Little shits. That’s why my bathroom tim
e is sacred.”

  Wait, he said kids. Shit. I bite my thumb and think about it. We’ve never discussed them, and certainly, now is not the time to have any. I don’t even know if he wants them.

  I look up at him through my lashes, unsure if I really want to answer this question. “You want kids, Noah?”

  He pulls my thumb away and holds my hand. “Honestly, I never really thought about it. I’m not opposed to them, but I’m not ready for them, either.”

  I lay my head down on his chest to hide my relief. I would change my mind in a heartbeat if he says he wants a kid right now. I’m thankful he doesn’t because it would look really bad if I left Ignacio and had a kid with another man right after, but I’d risk it if Noah asked.

  “You okay, cariño?”

  I look up at him, smile, and nod. “You just made me very happy that we’re on the same page, that’s all.”

  His eyebrows come together, but I distract him by climbing on top of him and kiss down his neck to his chest, licking around his nipple. He immediately hardens beneath me.

  “I love how fast you get hard.”

  He groans when I bite his nipple. “That’s only because I’m with you.”

  I sink down on his cock slowly, moaning as I take him all the way inside me.

  Feeling myself wince, I admit, “I’m a little sore.”

  “We don’t have to…” His words are cut off by his hiss as I circle my hips around. “God, I love you.”

  Smiling, I answer, “I know.” I grind my pussy along his cock slowly and lean down to whisper in his ear. “I’m not ready for babies either, but when I am,” I sit up and look him in the eye, “they better look a lot like you.”

  Forty Four

  2008

  Noah

  A year.

  It’s been a fucking year of this secret relationship.

  This is too hard.

  And the year has not come without its other hardships. First was when Charlene invited Darla to move into her brother’s apartment without consulting me. I wouldn’t have said no necessarily, but I wish she’d consulted me first. There were some that needed to be informed gently, namely Jason… and Cristiana. Needless to say, it caused strife with both parties.

  Secondly, Jason’s treatments aren’t going as easily as we thought, so I’m having to take a more active role in his care. I’ve spent more time in London and Switzerland than I have at home in the last eight months. Not to mention that keeping his secret from Darla is a nightmare. The more I’m around her, the more I consider her family, so lying to her just feels so wrong. God, dealing with the two of them… it’s like some stupid teenage drama.

  Thirdly, since I’m not around as much, I’ve had to hire four new people to make up for Reed Security’s growth and my absence. I’ve been searching for new employees between trips overseas. I’m hoping the new martial arts instructor I hired, Allison, who has a thing for Darby, will relieve the jealousy I see in Cristiana’s eyes whenever Darla comes up in conversation. We’ve never talked about it, but it’s there, just like my jealousy toward Ignacio. I’m not worried about Jason’s reaction; he gave Darla up whenever he refused to tell her about his condition and put me in charge of distracting her. Well, distraction accomplished.

  All of this has taken a toll on Cristiana and me.

  I’m at my limit.

  Most of my time is spent taking care of Jason, and Cristiana has been busy with new endeavors, which means we’ve only seen each other twice since New Year’s. Twice. Both times were filled equally with awesome moments and awkward silences. There are so many frustrations we both feel with the current state of our relationship, but we choose to keep them to ourselves so it won’t ruin what precious little time we have together. Therefore, we say nothing, but I fear that is hurting us more than if we would just talk. Well, knowing us, we’d argue, but that might be better than this… this tension.

  I miss her. So much.

  I’m miserable, and it shows.

  My heart can’t keep taking these hits.

  I was so happy when she and Ignacio moved back to L.A. so he could start recording again and she could work on some new TV dance show. I’m so fucking proud of her for getting this really big break. It has allowed her to travel all over the country auditioning dancers for those two months. But the day she arrived back in L.A., Dex, Darla’s brother, who was due to start working for me after his last tour of duty was over, was killed in action.

  I supported Darla when the news of his death hit, and I helped his family get answers from the military. And then I picked up Jason from London so he could be here for Darla. His trip to the funeral caused a huge setback in his recovery; therefore, I had to return to London for almost a month, the only month Cristiana was off, to care for him. Jeez, I almost lost him. And now…

  I returned yesterday, but just as I was leaving to spend the night with Cristiana, Darla called. She had to be rushed to the ER with a knife stuck in her leg. And then dealing with Jason’s reaction to that… fuck.

  But the worst thing is because of the frustration, I may not have exactly handled the phone call to Cristiana well. In fact, I know I didn’t. I got snippy when she questioned why I needed to be the one to take care of Darla. I knew I fucked up when she didn’t argue back.

  Darla would say that the universe is trying to tell me something, and honestly, it almost feels like that might be true. It definitely feels like forces are against Cristiana and me.

  I just can’t do this anymore.

  I’m fucking exhausted, but I’m laying here at three in the morning in my bed, alone, unable to sleep because I’m thinking of how the end of our phone call sounded so final.

  It sounded like she’d given up.

  And I can’t blame her.

  This is too hard. I’m at my limit. My heart can’t keep taking these hits. I just can’t do this anymore.

  Her words continue to play on a loop in my head since she said them right before she hung up. They haunt me. I hear them perfectly, complete with the sigh and the cracks in her voice. There was no anger, just defeat.

  I run my hands over my face and get out of bed. Maybe whiskey will drown out her voice so that I can sleep.

  The first burn of the liquid only sharpens the ache in my chest. Each subsequent sip unlocks all my past fuck ups. The trip wire. The senator. Jason. Darla. Cristiana. My dad. All the thoughts swirl like the whiskey in my glass. I can’t shut them off, so I take to drinking straight from the bottle, and then I open the second bottle.

  Yes. The second bottle is finally working.

  The thoughts get quieter and eventually fade into nothingness.

  ***

  “What in the hell is wrong wit’ ye, Noah?” the irritated Irish accent seems to yell from inside my head, rudely rousing me from my unconscious state. “Why are ye naked on your couch half dead to the world?”

  I try to sit up, but since it takes more effort than I’m willing to give, I place my hands over my eyes, pressing gently so they don’t explode out of my skull from the vibrations of his voice.

  “Jesus, ye look like shit.” I feel something soft thrown over my lower half. “I came here to see why you weren’t answering my calls, but since it smells like the bottom of a distillery barrel in here, I understand now why ye didn’t.” He swats my leg. “Darby wants to take a bath, and I figured you should be the one to help her.”

  I shake my head, getting quickly reminded why that’s a bad idea. My stomach churns at the pickax piercing my frontal lobe from the inside.

  I groan. “What time is it?”

  Each word I utter drives the pickax further.

  “It’s after noon. Here.” I feel something cold on my wrist and reach for the bottle of water he hands me. “Yer gonna wanna sit up to take these.”

  He places three pills in my hand, and then helps me sit, leaning me back against the cushions of my couch. Just about the same position I was in when Cristiana straddled me a little over one year ago.
/>   Fuck.

  I open the bottle and take a tentative sip to see if it’s going to cause any violent upbringing of my liquid late-night, or more like early-morning snack.

  “What got ye searchin’ for answers at the bottom of a bottle?”

  I ignore his question while I take the ibuprofen he brought to me.

  “Shit, where’s my phone?”

  He stares for a second, narrowing his eyes at me before getting up and looking for my phone. I close my eyes, warding off the waves of nausea accompanying the invasion of the pain killers. I know if I can just breathe through it for a second, it’ll pass.

  I’m nudged what feels like a few seconds later and presented with a plate of dry toast and a cup of coffee.

  “Ye’ll get your phone after ye eat somethin’.”

  I’m too messed up to argue, but it takes me a while to finish the toast, powering through even though my stomach wants to stage a revolt. When I’m done, I take a deep breath and simply hold out my hand for my phone.

  Allison answers on the second ring. “Noah, what’s up?”

  I clear my throat. “I’m calling to ask a favor for Darby.”

  Once I explain, she jumps at the chance, so I’ve effectively killed two birds with one stone by pushing them together and helping Darla, without having to lift a finger.

  I throw my phone on the couch next to me and bury my face in my hands. The effort it required to act normal took what little energy I gained from eating right out of me.

  “What happened?” I jump at Fionn’s voice. I forgot he was here. “In all the years I’ve known ye, I’ve never seen ye like this, man.”

  So, after swallowing down pride that feels a lot like a huge lump in my throat, I tell let loose, admitting all my animosity toward the entire situation, mostly to both of the people who mean the world to me: Cristiana for agreeing to Ignacio’s stupid fucking plan and Jason for relying on me to be his sole caretaker.

  “And the really fucked up part of all of this is that I shouldn’t really blame either of them. Cristiana is selflessly helping a friend. Of course, he’s a friend that she is allowing to take complete advantage of her at the expense of her own happiness. And Jason literally has no one else, although he could, if he’d just pull his head out of his ass.” I down the rest of my coffee, which has turned cold. “I resent them both so much, and how fucking horrible does that make me?”