Just Her Luck (70 page)

Is it bad that I’ve been procrastinating about it?

I don’t want to go just yet.

Besides, I haven’t really had a break from work in years, if ever.

I glanced at Reeve and realized he was waiting for me to answer him.

“Yes. It’s sexy.”

“Oh, yeah? You think I’m sexy?” he gave me a cocky grin, his hands sliding under my shirt, smoothing over all the soft, creamy white skin that lay underneath.

“Mmmm, hmmmm,” I murmured.

He leaned forward, scooting out his chair to nibble at my neck, using his teeth and tongue to drive me to distraction.

I fisted his shirt, gasping at the heat of his mouth on my tender flesh, tilting my head so he had better access.

“Not tired of me yet, beautiful?” he whispered in my ear, biting at the lobe.

I squirmed, turning more fully towards him.

“Never.”

He grinned against my skin. “Good. Now that I’ve trapped you, I’m not lettin’ you go.”

He hooked my leg over his, pulling me up to straddle him, bringing his lips to mine, giving me a hot lip lock.

“Trapped me?” I snorted, pulling back.

He grinned.

“Like a rat.”

I rolled my eyes. “Now who sounds like Thatcher?”

He didn’t answer, pretending he hadn’t heard me, fingering a loose lock of my hair, studying the bun I’d tossed it up in.

“Did you ever call Ruthie yesterday?”

My brow quirked up, but I answered him anyways.

“Yes, I did.”

“And…?”

I studied my fingernails, buffing them on my shirt.

He cleared his throat.

I glanced up at him.

“I’m sorry, did you say something, moonshine?”

“You
know
I did.”

“Oh?”

“Yes,
oh
. What did she say?”

I tapped my black and gold glitter painted fingernail on my chin thoughtfully, squinting.

“Hmmm… can’t seem to remember, sorry.” I was anything but apologetic.

The doctors had decided to release Ruthie tomorrow, as long as someone was with her to help take care of her.

She’d said it was what she wanted.

To be at home.

I’d jumped at that, ready to help, but Marney and Barry wanted first shot.

Ruthie put me down gently, stating it would only make sense to have them be the ones to help since she lived with them.

My silence said more than words ever could.

I was hurt.

Putting on my big girl panties, I’d lied my ass off and told her how awesome I thought that was.

She chewed me out for lying, making me grin, and sheepishly admitted she was
just dying
to see how things went with Marney and Barry, the new love birds, ready to pounce on that like a dendrophiliac at a tree convention.

We’d chatted for a few more minutes, until she’d started to sound tired and put Barry on for me.

I’d threatened my dear cousin with permanent, irreversible bodily injury if he fucked it up.

“You aren’t going to tell me?” he growled, gripping my ass to pick me up. “I’ll just have to squeeze it out of you.”

He pushed his plate away, clearing everything off the table with a quick swipe.

“Reeve!” I smacked his chest. “You’re making a mess! I am
not
cleaning that up!”

He pressed me down into the table, tugging at the leggings I was wearing.

“You’re not allowed to wear these out of the house,” he grumbled, dropping them to the floor, running his hand up my naked thigh. “You can see
everything
,” he kissed me softly, “every dip and curve, the roundness of your ass.
Everything
.”

“Every dimple and cottage cheese ripple,” I added, laughing at my own joke.

He slapped my ass hard, and I yelped.

“That’s enough of that, woman. You’re beautiful.”

I glared at him, scooting up on the table.

“I never said I wasn’t, sir grump-a-cuss. I’m a realist. It is what it is.” I sniffed at him disdainfully, crossing my arms over my chest, rolling quickly to the other side of the table to hop off before he could snatch me up.

“Get back here, prison bait. I wasn’t done with you yet.” His eyes gleamed with primal heat, the picture of a sexy villain with his semi-permanent sneer and lecherous leer.

I drank in the sight of him, my mouth watering.

Mmmm, mmmm, mmm.

His pants were undone, his erection tenting his briefs, standing out, proud and hard. His sexy lean frame was leaning over the table, large calloused hands flat across the surface, supporting his weight.

“You slapped me,” I muttered petulantly, “I’m telling.”

He snorted.

I ran around the other side of the table, squealing when he would have caught me, lunging at me over the table top.

He smacked the surface with a slap, and I laughed gaily, giggling hysterically when he scowled at me and gave chase.

“I’m gonna do a lot worse than slap that ass when I catch you, woman!” he shouted, herding me towards the hallway.

I figured it out too late and dodged him, ducking into his office.

He pushed me, and I grunted, flopping onto his office sofa, trying to scramble up.

He caged me in, shucking his jeans and underwear to press himself tight against my back.

“Where you goin’ now, beautiful?” he spread my legs apart and yanked at my panties, his fingers grazing my clit. “You’re so wet, Vieve. Ready for me. You like when I hunt you down,” his finger dipped in shallowly, testing it out, “Don’t you? You want me to pin you down and fuck you senseless.”

He chuckled as I soaked his fingers, a new rush of wetness bathing them, his lips at my nape, breath hot on my neck.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

His hands clasped over mine on the arm of the sofa, and I felt him probing the entrance to my sex, sliding in slowly, deeply, groaning at the contact as all that hard male flesh slipped inside of me.

He stopped his advance, buried to the hilt, leaving me impaled on him in a most carnal fashion.

“Now what were you saying about Ruthie?” he prompted.

I gaped at him from over my shoulder. “You want to talk about this
now
?”

He smirked. “Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Ye…”

“Reeve!”

“Yes, love?”

“Grrr!!!”

“You’re so cute when you’re all…
Shit!
Shit! Fuck, woman! For the love of… God damn it!
Fine!”

****

I rolled over on the sofa and plopped back, my clothes lost somewhere in the madness, my sticky body adhering to the leather.

Wow…

Reeve’s arms slid under my shoulders as he rubbed the head of the steel rod he calls a penis against my core.

“You can’t be serious?” I pushed at his shoulders.

He didn’t budge.

“What can I say? You bring out the beast in me. I mean
best.”
He’d leaned down to murmur softly, his voice was low and husky, raking along my raw nerve endings, his fingertips grazing my breasts lazily.

“Or the worst,” I muttered wryly, slapping at his hands.

His seed seeping out of me, slowly trickling, brought another point to the forefront.

“You still haven’t answered my question, Reeve,” I scolded.

“You haven’t answered mine,” he evaded.

“Then answer mine and I’ll answer yours.”

He didn’t respond.

Stubborn man!

I tickled him, gripping his inner thighs until he pulled back, letting out a very manly squeak.

Huffing, I searched for my clothes, scattered about the room.

Where the hell is my bra?

I know I saw it…

The slow breeze from the fan caught my attention, a streak of color turning about with it lazily.

Oh… Well, uhm, there it is.

I stared up at it.

Now how the hell am I supposed to get it down?

Reeve followed the direction my eyes were focused on, grinning at the leopard print and lace confection swinging freely.

I scowled at the mirth in his face.

“Fine. I don’t care. Don’t tell me. You can just wear condoms until you get your little seedlings checked for,
vitality
, erm, virility or whatever the fuck it’s called.”

His smile fell and he yanked me down into his lap, ignoring my protests.

“Like hell,” he grunted, dodging my elbows. “There won’t be any more barriers between us.
Ever.
End of discussion.”

“End of discussion? Really?!!! Oh,” I seethed, “I don’t think so.”

“I do,” he replied calmly, setting me off further.

“Listen up,
oh lord of the manner
, ‘cause I’m not gonna repeat it! You can take your holier than thou, do as I say attitude and…”

He cut me off with a searing kiss, tongue snaking in to tangle with mine, hands everywhere as he groped at me frantically.

I couldn’t help myself as I reciprocated fully.

God, he’s good at that.

“Mmmm,” he groaned, nipping at my lips. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy when you try to bite my head off.”

I bit his lip, trying to pull back.

Tricky male.

“I’ll bite your head off, you…”

He kissed me again.

“God, just like that, hell cat.” He twisted his hips, nudging my entrance, slipping through my juices. “I want you to wrap that pussy around my dick and suck it tight.”

“You have a dirty mouth, Mr. Harrison,” I panted, teasing him at my opening, dipping in to tease, pulling right back out.

“Don’t lie. You love it,” he growled, pulling me down on him another inch.

My nails dug into his shoulders, leaving behind little crescent moons as I slammed myself down on him.

“Fuck!” he shouted, gripping my hips to ram back into me.

“Jesus, Reeve, what’s all the shouting for? Are you…”

Phin stood in the doorway, stopping dead in his tracks when he caught sight of us screwing, butt assed naked on Reeve’s couch.

I screamed and tried to cover myself, flopping back and jerking a pillow it front of me.

Not hiding much, but at least its covering
something
.

Reeve wrapped himself around me, covering me up and pulling me against him, turning so I wasn’t in full view of the still stunned Phin.

“You just gonna stand there and catch flies all day, Pa, or are you gonna shut the door behind you?”

Barb peered in from between Phin’s arm and the doorway, her hand clasping to her breast.

“Whoopsie!” she chuckled, tittering, giving us a patently false, apologetic smile.

I glared.

Reeve turned beet red.

“No need to be embarrassed, Reeviekins. Sex is a perfectly natural act.” She waved her hand at us, encompassing the room.

Phin smacked his face, snapping out of it, trying to back out of the door.

“Kitten, I don’t think this is the time to…”

“Of, course it is! This is the perfect time to,” she insisted, embarrassing us further by trying to step into the room.

“Mama! For the love of god! Get out!”

She bristled. “No need to shout. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, why…”

“Are you kidding me? Get out!” Reeve snapped.

“If she walks in here, I won’t be responsible for what happens to her,” I whispered warningly, clutching Reeve tighter, tensing up.

“Mama! Get out!”

Her eyes watered up and she took a step back.

“You’re shouting at me,” she sniffled.

I gave her a ‘duh’ stare, looking to Phin for help.

I wanted to roll my eyes when he glared at Reeve and wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulders protectively, guiding her out of the room.

“But I just wanted to…” her soft voice trailed off as they moved down into the hall.

“I know, baby, I know.” Phin consoled her, patting her back.

He grinned and winked at me from over her head before he shut the door behind him.

I stared at the closed door for a long time.

“You’re parents are so fucking weird,” I murmured quietly.

He tossed his head against the back of the couch, closing his eyes.