Trinity (26 page)

“Yeah?” I turn my head, giving him my full attention.

“I just want to say thank you. I know I was kind of a cranky ass the last few months.”

“Cranky ass is putting it mildly. I was beginning to think it was your core personality trait.”

Reese’s face contorts into this adorable, guilty look.

“Core? No. I was just angry and frustrated and pissed off at the whole world. I know I made things difficult. But what I didn’t tell you is that you made my miserable situation so much more bearable. So . . . thank you.”

I don’t know what to say. His candid confession leaves me speechless.

“You’re welcome.” I find myself spiraling into his sincere gaze. That shocking proclamation suddenly sheds an entirely new light on the man sitting next to me. A light I find myself liking a little too much.

In the tingling moment, every boundary I’ve laid down instantaneously disappears. Instinctively, I lean into Reese, our faces so close I can smell the tang of beer on his breath. We linger inches apart, me ready to break through every barrier as my pulse races and desire sails. One death-defying inch closer, and our lips will meet. Connect. God, please, fuse. I’m tired of denying myself and tired of denying him. I know I said I couldn’t choose, so I take this as a sign the universe is controlling the reins. Placing me here, now, with Reese and eradicated reservations.

I command all my courage, but just as I close in, Reese turns his head, denying me. It feels like I was just sucker punched. The stink of rejection bloodying my lips.

What the fuck just happened? Reese has been trying to sleep with me for months, and when I finally give him the green light, he stalls out? It makes me question every flirtatious second and heated chase. Wounded, I try to retreat like a dog with its tail between its legs moving to the other side of the couch. But Reese deters me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He restrains me tightly.

“I’m taking the hint.”

“That wasn’t a hint. I was just . . .” His sentence stalls; the look in his eyes conflicted, yet rapturous.

“Just what?” I push.

“Just fucking nothing.” He crushes his mouth against mine. The sexual tension explodes, inflaming the entire room and my raging want. My need, my borderline fixation. The kiss is aggressive and raw and takes no prisoners. I crawl on top of him, and in a flash, we’re both breathing heavily and pawing all over each other.
Touch me, touch me, don’t ever stop fucking touching me,
is all I can think as he squeezes my breasts and rolls my nipples.

When we’re finally forced to break for air, I blink down at Reese utterly stricken. We spun a web, and we’re about to get tangled.

“Put your mouth on me.” Reese repeats the words he said in his hospital room, but this time, he makes it perfectly clear exactly where he wants it, sliding his shorts down to free his cock. I inwardly sputter from the length and girth of the erection aimed right at me. Damn.

“Don’t make me fucking wait, Kayla.” Reese pumps his shaft readily, impatiently.

I lick my lips, taking over his hand motions. As soon as I touch him, he expels a tortured moan, closing his eyes and dipping his head back.

“Finally.” He jerks his hips as I bring my mouth closer to his engorged head and then swallow it.

“Oh fuck.” He twitches, thrusting his cock deeper down my throat. I work him over as he knots his fingers in my hair and pulls every time a spike of pleasure rocks through his body.

“Tell me you’re on the fucking pill.” He thrusts again, harder this time, his grunts erratic. I nod my head and moan zealously as the tip of his cock repeatedly massages the back of my throat.

God, he’s huge, and the thought of his fucking rocket stretching my pussy the same way it’s stretching my mouth makes me crazed. So crazed I graze my teeth up his shaft, causing him to tense.

“I’m on the fucking pill.” I rip my shirt off as Reese tears into my pants, sending the button on my jeans flying. He barely pulls them down before shoving his hand into my panties, swiftly fingering me, grinding his palm against my clit. I’m aching already. The foreplay doesn’t last; it only goes on long enough to ensure I’m wet and ready. Which I am—I have been for months.

I awkwardly shimmy out of my pants as Reese devours my breasts with his mouth. Licking, biting, and sucking savagely. There are no roadblocks left as he grabs my hips and impales me right onto his cock. He slices directly through me, hitting my core so deep we both cry out.

“Fucking ride me, Kayla. Ride me till you fucking come.”

He latches onto my ass as I bounce up and down wildly, chasing the orgasm accelerating through my system. “That’s it, baby, use me,” Reese encourages as my breathing turns choppy and my body locks up with delicious force.

“Oh God!” I ride him until my pussy throbs unbearably, and my nipples harden in pain. Just as my body unleashes, Reese sits up, hooking an arm around my lower back, causing more friction and deeper penetration. I lose my mind, my insides spasming as I moan uncontrollably against his mouth, the two of us sharing messy, sloppy kisses as I come.

Holy fuck.

Reese collapses back onto the couch, pulling me with him.

“I’ve been fucking waiting to feel that for too long.” He rocks his hips beneath me, his cock still hard and ready.

“You’re so fucking warm.” He shoves his tongue back into my mouth and thrusts into my soaking wet pussy as hard as he can while I lay on top of him close to dead. “And you’re not done yet.”

What?

With a quick switch of positions, Reese has me pinned beneath him, eating the shit out of my neck and rubbing his rock hard cock between my slick folds.

“I want you to come again.” He pushes up and situates himself between my thighs, swinging one of my legs over the back of the couch, stretching me as wide as he possibly can. I’m completely open and exposed, my pussy dripping with arousal, enticing him to take more. And take more he does. Reese’s eyes are so ferocious he looks almost deranged.

“Damn, your fucking body, Kayla.” He rakes his gaze over my naked form before he thrusts back into me, keeping a punishing hold on both my thighs as he slides greedily in and out of my entrance. The two of us watching him fuck me under the dim glow of the forgotten TV.

“Jesus Christ.” He savors me in a frenzied way. As if he wants to take it slow but can’t help to move fast. “I want you to come. I need to feel it again.” It’s not a request or demand; it’s a resolute must. A must I don’t know if I can repeat. I’ve barely rebounded from my last orgasm, and he’s already rushing me into another one.

“Kayla.” He circles his hips.

“Oh fuck.” I arch my back, my body at odds. What it wants and what it’s capable of seems to be at two opposite ends of the spectrum.

“Give me what I goddamn want,” he demands.

“Take it,” I heave out.

“I will. I always do.” He assaults my clit, rubbing, pinching, and pulling the sensitive piece of pink flesh until I’m writhing. He doesn’t just handle it—he holds it fucking hostage.

“Reese!” I crunch up and grab his wrist, begging for relief.

“That’s it, baby. We’re both so fucking close.” He tugs and rolls the reactive little nub until my moans hit an ear-piercing octave. Until I give him exactly what he’s demanding—another earth-shattering orgasm raining down on his hammering cock.

I convulse beneath him, my limbs sprawled out gloriously on the black leather couch.

He never takes his eyes off me.

I’m a show to be watched, to be felt, until his own need torpedoes him. Until his lids close and his body tenses. He pulls out with a grunt, jerking off all over my chest and stomach.

The streams of cum never seem to end as he douses my body. I watch entranced as this beautiful, wild man, who’s bigger than life, flies apart because of me. Because he was just buried deep inside of me.

It’s one of the most empowering feelings I’ve ever experienced.

After the smoke clears, the two of us are left with starry eyes, silence, and
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
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I glance down at my soiled stomach. “I told you I was on the pill.”

“I know.” Reese devours me with the most devilish gaze. “But I couldn’t resist. This body, my cum. They were destined to be.”

I try to suppress a smile but fail miserably.

“See, even you can’t deny it.” He rubs a drop of cum into my hip with the pad of his thumb. “You look hot as fuck with me marked all over you.” He strokes his hardening shaft. “So fucking hot, I want to clean you off just so I can dirty you up all over again.”

“What’s stopping you?” I lay there naked and open, baiting him to do so.

“Not a goddamn thing.” Reese yanks me up. “Shower. Now.”

“Bossy,” I flirt.

“You haven’t even seen bossy yet,” he affirms.

I shiver from the inside out.

“Well, don’t keep me waiting, moto.”

I
come home to find Kayla sleeping soundly in my bed. My fucking arousal goes berserk seeing one of my wettest dreams come to life. How long have I wanted Kayla in that exact spot? Over a year, and like the gods have finally heard my plea, they offered her up on a silver platter. I try to keep my composure, I really do, but her pink cheeks and long dark hair fanned out over my pillow are causing me to lose the war. My cock is as hard as a steel pipe, and my sexual frustration is volatile.

“Kayla?” I all but moan her name as I gently shake her awake. “Kayla?” I run the tip of my thumb over her bottom lip as she stirs.

With small, sleepy noises she comes to life, fluttering open her dark-brown eyes.

“Dev?” She looks around the room disoriented.

“Morning.”

“Where’s Reese?” she asks, sitting up.

I frown, hating to be the one to tell her. “He’s gone.”

“Gone?” She pulls her eyebrows together, puzzled. “Gone where?”

“I’m betting he’s somewhere over the Atlantic by now.”

“What?” She can’t seem to fathom what I’m telling her, but it doesn’t surprise me one bit. Reese is famous for his disappearing acts. I was expecting it, and in hindsight, maybe I should have warned her.

“His backpack is gone from his room, and I found this on the kitchen counter.” I pull out a check from the pocket of my scrubs and hand it to her. She takes it cautiously.

“Holy shit.” Her sleepy eyes widen. “There’s one too many zeros.”

“Don’t worry. Reese can afford it.”

Kayla stares at the check longer than I expect her to; her expression moving from disappointed to what I believe is anger. What’s got her so upset? The fact Reese didn’t say good-bye? Or maybe she thought the last few months earned her more of Reese than he let on. My brother is a mysterious creature. One thing drives him, and that’s racing. No one, not me, our mother, or a natural disaster could keep him away from the track. From the adrenaline rush. If Kayla believed she had clout, she just found out she was sorely mistaken.

With a pained expression, she pushes to get out of bed. “I should go.”

“Or you can stay.”

“No, Dev—”

“Shhh.” I grab her chin and press my thumb to her lips. Like hell, I am going to let an opportunity like this slip through my fingers. I’ve waited too long and too patiently. I’m fucking done waiting. “Do you know how hard it makes me seeing you in my bed?”

Her brown eyes widen, but not from shock, from arousal. I know she likes it when I’m blunt, and I plan to do and say every single thing I’ve been holding back.

“Do you know how bad I want to run my tongue over every inch of your body?” I lean in closely so the only thing that separates our lips is my finger. “How much I want to lick your pussy until you’re screaming and crying to come?”

She inhales sharply, her pupils dilating. I know I have her.

“I’ll make you beg, Kayla. I’ll make you beg until your voice goes hoarse, and only then will I consider it.”

Her breathing picks up as a multitude of emotions storm in the deep brown of her eyes.

“Dev,” she expels my name in a hush. Reservation, regret, and want all playing on the single syllable.

“Don’t think. Just shut up and kiss me, Kayla.”

And to my greatest surprise, she does, with more force than I was expecting.

It’s a barrier-shattering embrace. A wall has just crumbled between us, and I have full intention of ruling over the formerly forbidden land.

Passion roars between us as clothes rip and hot breaths mingle. I don’t waste one second taking control. This is my show, and Kayla is about to become my living puppet.

“Spread your legs,” I order, pushing her thighs apart. “Put your hands over your head, grab the sheets, and don’t let go.”

Her eyes widen to the size of satellites, but she obeys my command. She’s a good girl already. I suspend myself over her naked outstretched body. The tip of our noses a centimeter apart, our fiery gazes locked. “You come when I say you come, understand? No matter what.” I grab her face and kiss her roughly. “I’m going to lick you until you cry and then fuck you until you beg.”

Kayla’s breathing accelerates rapidly. “I told you, you have no idea what I’m capable of. So it’s time I show you. Don’t let go. Don’t move, just moan, and give me what I fucking want.”