Reeve (The Phoenix Boys #3) (7 page)

“Lipsy, I have told you that you are different but wanting you more scares the ever loving shit out of me. Do I want to fuck you? Yes. With Skeet? Fuck yes. Do I want to fuck you more than once?” he shakes his head with a smile on his face, “More than you know. But I also want you all to myself as well. I’m a selfish prick and I know that. You ok with all that?” She nods and he grabs her at the back of her neck and slams his mouth to hers; they both moan as I sit here taking it all in. I didn’t get to say shit but I think that both Leah and Reeve knew my view on this; yes I wanted her but I am not too fucking stupid to realize that Leah, my darling little Welsh cake, wants Reeve on his own and truly, I am ok with that. Reeve moves Leah so that she is now on her back and he is lying by her side, his hand cradling her face while devouring her mouth; fuck I need in. I lay my body down on the other side of Lipsy’s body; I lean in and kiss her neck and she moans from the contact. I slowly run my hand up over her hip before letting it settle on her flat stomach; I can feel her muscles tighten, the heat coming from her body and the sounds from her throat are making my dick hard.

Reeve breaks the kiss and slowly makes his way down her neck. I look into her eyes and see pure lust and a little uncertainty; she wants this but I know the internal battle she is having with her thoughts. She reaches for me and brings my lips down to meet hers, her warm soft lips are swollen from her kisses with Reeve, who is now sliding down the bed. Leah breaks the kiss and looks down to see what Reeve is doing. He slowly pushes her top up so her stomach is completely bare to us, kissing from her tits down to her hip bones, paying very close attention to the tattoo she has on her ribs; the colors and flowers are beautiful. She moans softly when Reeve lips her hip bone.

“Do you want me to stop? Please don’t make me stop, Lipsy,” Reeve pleads.

“Don’t stop,” she says between heavily lusted breaths. So much for talking.

“Reeve, I think you should stop. We need to finish this talk.” Shit my dick is screaming at me, but I know that Leah needs this talk.

“Cockblock. But he is right, baby.” Reeve sits up and pulls Leah into his lap. “We want you to feel comfortable in everything that we do. We won’t do anything you don’t want to but we can try anything you want. Skeet, what you got to add dude?”

Taking a deep breath, I get it all out there. “Lipsy, baby, you know that I find you sexy as fuck and yes, I want to be with you but I also have a lot of love for my boy here,” I say pointing to Reeve, “I know that he wants you all to himself and I can’t blame him; you are a fine piece of ass.” She slaps me on the chest and laughs.

“Knobhead.”

“I will not get in the way of you two being together if that’s what you want. If being with the both of us scares you that much, I will step back.” Reeve looks stunned but I think deep down he knew I would do this. I have told him I have my eyes on Quinn and I know for a fact that she isn’t into what we do.

“I want to try, Skeet. If only just the once, I want to try. Would you be ok with that, Cariad?” Cariad? What the hell?

“What the hell is curry-head?” Reeve asks her.

“Cariad.” She says the word more slowly this time. “Cariad means love in Welsh. It’s a term of endearment. We call everyone ‘love’ or ‘babes’ it’s a Welsh thing.”

“Do you know how much of a turn on it is when you speak Welsh? Fuck, it makes my dick hard, Lipsy.” I lean in and kiss her, I can’t stop myself. I slide my hand under her tee; she shifts on Reeve’s lap and grips the hem of her tee and pulls it over her head to reveal a sexy as sin red lace bra. Both Reeve and I suck in a breath at how amazing her tits are, perfectly round and the perfect handful. Her hardened nipples are pushing against the lace of her bra cups. I lean forward and place a kiss to one succulent mound.

"Fi'n caru sut mae'ch gwefusau'n teimlo ar fy nghroen. Dych chi'n 'ngwneud i'n boeth a gwlyb. Dwi angen teimlo mwy ohonoch chi, chi'ch dau."

“Oh fucking hell, what the fuck did you just say, baby?” Reeves asks her.

“I said ‘
I love the way your lips feel against my skin, you make me hot and wet. I need to feel more of you, both of you’ in Welsh. You said you like it when I speak Welsh so…” She offers us a seductive smile.

“Fucking wicked, beautifully wicked,” I state.

Chapter 7

Leah

I wake again covered in very hot male tattooedness. I am on Reeve’s chest but I can feel a very hard but warm Skeet behind me. My heart rate picks up a little thinking about last night; I can feel my cheeks flush knowing what we did. I don’t blush ever. It was hard in the beginning to relax around them; even though the boys kept telling me it wasn’t a one-time thing, I couldn’t help but think it is and now here I am wedged between them. I’m slightly sore but it’s a delicious soreness. I kept to my no anal policy, which I will say that they both were ok with. Reeve did try and poke and prod but I put a stop to that and his face was priceless. But being with both boys was amazing; they took their time with me, they were soft and gentle and they put me first. I will admit being with two blokes wasn’t ever my thing because I always thought it was a skanky thing to do, but Reeve and Skeet made it beautiful. I wasn’t made to feel like a slag for being with two men. I can only imagine what Lucy and Rafe heard because I can tell you now that you cannot keep quiet with these two.

I run my fingers over Reeve’s tattoo, ‘Always Remember, Never Forget.’ I know that all three Phoenix boys have it; it’s a tribute tattoo for their dad. I run my finger down over his perfectly sculpted chest, his defined six pack. For being a lead singer in a band, you wouldn’t think that his body would be like this but he is defined, not overly massive but perfect. I lift Reeve’s hand to my mouth and softly kiss the inside of his wrist. I notice that he already has a lipstick mark there; did I do that last night? I slowly slide down their bodies and kneel between them, looking at them both.

God, I am one lucky girl.

They both have jet black hair; Reeve’s is slightly shorter than Skeet’s but still hot. They both have two tattooed arms.  Skeet has a tattoo on his left shoulder blade and I know that Reeve has the Phoenix tattoo between his shoulder blades. I know that Rafe and Ryder have the same tattoo but on different parts of their bodies.

I run my fingers over Reeve’s hip tattoo. He has a music bar spanning from one hip bone to the other with the quote, ‘Music is the best solution to any problem’, running under the bar. Reeve shivers, which makes me jump and yelp a little; Reeve is like lightning and pulls me back down between them. I scream and can’t stop the laugh that escapes me.

“You bastard, you scared the shit out of me,” I say, laughing.

“You have such a way with words, beautiful,” Skeet says, before kissing me. Oh hell no, I need to brush my teeth; why didn’t I do it while they were sleeping? I scramble out from between them and dart for the bathroom.

“Hey, where are you going? I need me some morning loving too,” Reeve shouts after me.

“I am so not kissing either of you before brushing my teeth and I really have to pee, sorry, babes.” I am not sorry.

My bladder is screaming at me to relieve it. I pee and wash up, brush my teeth and run a brush through my hair before joining the two very sexy men in my bed.

I enter my room to find both of them are sitting up, leaning against the headboard, smirking at me. Little shits.

“Nice t-shirt. I have to say, I really like you in my clothes, Lipsy.” I look down and only then do I realize that I am wearing the t-shirt that Reeve was wearing yesterday. These bloody men scramble my brain. I lick my lips and step towards the bed to join them but the bedroom doors swings open with a very pale and frantic looking Rafe standing there.

“Guys I need help, something is wrong with Snowflake, she is having pains and she is feeling nauseous. Leah, what do I do?” Shit he looks so scared. I run past him and into their bedroom where I find Lucy crying on the bed, gripping her stomach. 

“I’m here, Juicy. When did the pains start, babe?”

“About an hour ago, I just thought it was Braxton hicks. I was told about these that they can really hurt and I feel so sick. Oh God Leah, it hurts.” She cries again. Rafe is at her side. My stomach tightens in fear for Lucy and the baby.

“We need to get her to the hospital now, Rafe. She is only 32 weeks; it’s too early for the baby to be delivered. Do you need me to help you with getting her dressed?”

“No, you go get dressed and I will call you when we are ready.” He goes to the closet and gets Lucy her comfy clothes. I run to my bedroom with Reeve and Skeet hot on my heels. I dig through my drawers and start flinging my clothes in panic; my breathing is coming fast and I feel light headed. I feel strong arms go around me and pull me tight to his warm body. I already know who it is without hearing his voice.

“Lipsy, breathe. Slow down and get dressed. Lucy needs you to keep a straight head ok, can you do that for me, baby?” I nod my head, because I know he is right. I take a deep breath and turn to face him, I look up into his beautiful green eyes and I can’t stop myself. I lift up onto my toes and kiss him. My heart skips a beat and I know I am buggered.

I pick up a pair of cut off dungarees and a plain white t-shirt. I slide on my green Converse and tie my hair up in a hair tie. I don’t bother with make-up. Reeve leaves the room and comes back with a pile of clothes for him and Skeet, which I assume are from Rafe, better than being in yesterday’s clothes. I throw my phone and charger into my bag. I pick up mine and Lucy’s Kindle’s from the coffee table and stuff them in my bag as well, I know that she will won’t it just in case. We are both reading the same biker book. Gotta love Jamie Begley’s
Shade’s Fall
.

“You ready, Rafe?”

“Yeah, we are coming,” he shouts from the hallway. “Slowly, baby. Just take it easy,” he speaks softly to Juicy, my heart aches. Praying that this baby will be fine. I don’t know how Lucy will react if anything happens. She was a wreck when she lost Shane and she wasn’t that far along at the time. I remember we talked for hours back in Cardiff. Just sitting drinking tea, eating crumpets and dipping our chocolates in our cups of tea. Weird I know, but not much beats tea and melted chocolate. Rafe and Lucy come down the hall and into the living room. Reeve takes her bag off Rafe’s shoulder. Rafe, bless his heart, picks Lucy up bridal style and carries her out to his truck. Reeve drives Rafe’s truck with me, him and Lucy in the back and Skeet follows in Reeve’s car.

“You hang in there, Juicy; nothing is going to happen to my niece or nephew. They are a Phoenix remember, tough as hell.” Reeve says.

My heart melts more for him. Fuck my life. Lucy cries most of the way and throws up twice. While we are driving, Rafe calls Ryder and Hayley to let them know what was happening and for Hayley to let the Coopers know what’s going on. We pull up at the hospital and I jump out to get a wheelchair.

The maternity ward is a flurry of activity and the screams scare the shit out of me. Hell, they should bring all teenage girls down here who think that getting pregnant is cool; the screams alone will change their mind. Oh poor Lucy. The nurses wheel a still crying Lucy into a room with a terrified looking Rafe following close behind.

“Only the dad can come into the room, there is a waiting room at the end of the hall. I will have Dad come back and give you any details when we know more.” Then she goes into the room they just took Lucy into. Reeve, Skeet and I go to the waiting room. Skeet and Reeve sit on chairs but I pace back and forth in front of the windows. God, I remember what Lucy was like when she came to me, after losing Shane.

Please God, let this baby be ok, she can’t take all that heartbreak again. No mother deserves that.

I walk to the door and peer out, waiting for the rest of the family and friends to turn up. As I walk back into the room, Reeve snags my wrist and pulls me into his lap, kissing my temple.

“She can’t lose her, Reeve; it will rip her heart in two. You never saw her after Shane.” I curl myself into his chest as much as I can when I feel a second pair lips on my head.

“Beautiful she will be fine, she is a tough girl. She is carrying a Phoenix, remember and he or she will be just as tough as their mom and dad. Try to relax, babe.” I smile up Skeet; he always knows what to say.

“So you think we are going to have a niece?” It’s not lost on me that he asks if ‘we’ are going to have a niece.

“Yeah I do, it’s the way she is carrying. My sister-in-law Jade carried the same way with my niece Peyton. So yeah, I think they are having a girl and think she will have a beautiful name. I have talked to Lucy before about names and she wants something that means a lot to both of them and it has to be beautiful, plus it has to fit in with her rock star daddy’s image.” I wink at him. Skeet takes the seat next to us and smiles at me.

“How you feeling? How you feeling about last night?” I knew this was coming. They both have a look of concern on their gorgeous faces.