Underneath It All (9 page)

I saw the finish line up ahead and Reeve threw a quick glance at me. “Hold on tight, baby.” He flicked the little blue switch on the steering wheel and immediately my body was pressed back into my seat with the sheer force of speed the nitro brought.

Within a few seconds, we passed the finish line and Reeve swerved the steering wheel so we drifted back to the parking spot. The crowd roared and clapped. They cheered so loud it was almost deafening. As he stepped out of the car, Reeve was surrounded by and tapped on the back with congratulations from his fellow racers.

Travis, the owner of Toyota Supra and his other friend Vince emerged from the crowd and they shared a pound hug and fist pump in the air.

“Congratulations,” someone spoke from my side. “I’m Max, Travis’ wife. Your boyfriend did great!”

I couldn’t find the words to say, I just smiled at her.

“Hey there! I’m Joe, Vince’s wife,” the other girl introduced herself and let out her hand. “Reeve is right; you’re his lucky charm.” I blushed with a smile on my lips and meekly took her hand for a shake.

“Cops! Go! Go! Cops!” someone shouted. After the warning, we all split up and the crowd dispersed.

“Hurry! Get in the cars!” Travis yelled and he and his wife got in their cars and rushed away from the cops.

Reeve revved the engine, pulling out on the street and racing to the freeway.

“We gotta take them out somehow,” Reeve said.

“They’re on our tail!” I shouted.

Reeve pushed his car to the maximum to keep moving while we crashed the array’s pillars and made them fall to the ground, stopping the cops from following us.

“Yeah! We evaded them!” I exclaimed.

“That was fun,” Reeve said with a huge smile.

Reeve pulled over in the middle of nowhere near a cliff overlooking the city. The streetlamps slowly flickered to life as darkness crept over the city. This spot gave a different vantage point of the city. Below us were more of the woods that surrounded this area. The sight was breathtaking.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

“Yeah, most definitely.”

I turned to look at Reeve and he was staring at me. Those words sent me reeling. Neither of us spoke for a long moment. Reeve stepped out of the car and opened the door for me. We both sat on his car’s hood and just marveled at the beauty that surrounded us.

“Let’s get back in the car. We should, uhm…I should go back to the dorm.”

“Yeah, we really should.”

I felt nauseated as he moved closer to me. My stomach was a mess of nerves of excitement at his cryptic statement. He lifted his hands to cup the side of my face and leaned down to kiss me.

He sucked tenderly at my bottom lip; his tongue peeked out to trace the sensitive flesh. My hands curled into his shirt as I moved my lips against his. Everything was slow and gentle, our mouths moving against one another with ease. When my tongue met his and our mouths widen to allow one another access, I felt the passion between us explode.

My lower belly clenched in response as I felt him lick his way into my mouth. I gasped as he bit down on my bottom lip softly, the ache between my legs throbbing in response.

“Reeve…” I moaned, desperate for more.

He kissed me again, sweet, closed-mouth kisses before we finally pulled away, breathing hard.

“Come back to my house with me,” he whispered.

“Yes.” I was nodding my head eagerly.

“Stay for the night.”

I chuckled. “You mean the morning.”

“I always want to be with you.”

The way I felt about him in such a short amount of time was scary and overwhelming and possibly the best thing that happened to me.

“Me too.”

The smile that spread across his face was bright enough to light up the world, and I loved that it was mine.

Chapter XI

Truth Or Dare

It was awkward, at first, as I sat next to him and his dogs on the couch while watching a movie. Reeve must have sensed my anxiety. He cleared his throat and asked with a goofy smile, “Why do I feel like you’re nervous?”

“Me? No. Why should I be?” I said, shaking my head.

“I don’t know. You look so tense. Just relax, okay? You want something to eat?”

He stood up from the sofa even before I answered him. He stood still in front of me and suddenly he leaned down, caging me in. He smiled and kissed me, locking our lips before going into the kitchen. He returned with a bowl of popcorn in one arm and two bottles of vodka, but the other bottle was empty. A sly smile spread across his face.

“Oh, you missed the best part of the film.” I told him and sat up straight to make room for him.

“Agata, I’ve watched that film a hundred times already. Well, Rogue did. But yeah, tell me what the best part that I missed is?”

“It’s the heart-breaking, terribly sad part where Andy plays with his toys one last time.”

“Oh, I thought it was the part when Buzz started speaking Spanish. I thought it was really funny.”

“Yeah, absolutely!”

“I’ve got an idea.” Reeve’s eyes twinkled in the dull light of the television screen. Slowly, a scheming smirk crept onto his face. “How about we play a game?”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked sounding a little bit nervous.

“I was thinking we play a little game of Truth or Dare.”

I furrowed my brow at him. “Reeve, really? We’re not in grade school anymore.”

“I know,” he replied certainly. “Did I mention it is strip Truth or Dare?”

“Huh?”

“If you refuse to answer your truth, or if you refuse to do your dare, you take off one article of clothing.”

He eyed me challengingly, and he knew there was no way I could turn down his offer. I swallowed hard, keeping my eyes fixed on his.

“Fine,” I said defiantly. “Let’s play.”

He plopped down onto the wooden floor at the foot of the sofa, legs crossed. He pouted his lips and motioned me to sit across from him in the same position.

My eyes followed his movements as he screwed off the lid of the vodka bottle, gulping hard as worried, over-responsible thoughts rattled around in my head.

He poured the vodka into the glass and threw back his shot, his eyes never leaving me as I sweated under his gaze. I took the shot glass. Reeve laughed, eyeing the amount of vodka I was pouring into my glass. I brought the glass to my lips gradually and tipped it back. The balmy, burning liquid trickled down my throat and warmed my insides, but made my throat sting harshly.

“Okay, because I came up with the idea, I’ll spin the bottle first.”

Reeve gave the bottle a twirl. It slowed down and landed on me.

“Truth or dare?”

After a long pause, in which I weighed the results very carefully, I replied with “Truth.”

He shrugged with a smug smile, enjoying making me fret as he thought up a question.

“How far have you ever gone with a guy?” he asked casually, tipping back yet another shot along with a few handfuls of popcorn.

“Uhm…” I began quite apprehensive. I felt my cheeks erupt in a harsh blush. “How far have I gone?”

“Yeah,” he grunted, eyeing me strongly. I gulped nervously.

“You don’t need to know,” I replied, avoiding his gaze.

“Fine. Now, strip.”

“What?” I gaped.

“That’s the rule of the game. You refuse to answer, you strip.”

“Fine, fine…” I stood up and took off my dress. Why didn’t I wear a shirt and a pair of jeans? I was quite embarrassed to be in my red and white striped bra and boy shorts and nothing else. A tiny smile tugged at his lips. “Now, it’s my turn.”

I spun the bottle and it landed on me…again.

“Truth or dare?” he asked.

I sat up straight and swallowed hard. “Truth.” I was afraid of picking dare.

“Okay, I’ll make it easy for you this time. Who was the subject of the last dirty dream you had?”

I groaned.

“So…” he was anxiously waiting for my answer.

I felt a sense of worry and dread in the pit of my stomach. I downed another shot and sighed, “Fine. It was you.”

“My turn,” he said, with an evil smile obviously focused on me. He took the glass, but he didn’t spin it rather he pointed the nose of the bottle on him. “I choose dare.”

“I haven’t even asked you yet!”

We both erupted into fits of laughter.

“Okay, I dare you to strip all the way.”

He stood up and lifted his shirt off without hesitation, revealing his upper body. He grinned as I stared as his body with a dazed expression.

“Like what you see, Agata?” he asked, grinning.

I snapped my head sideways and turned beet red.

“No need to get dazed; I get that reaction all the time,” he said, winking at me. He then proceeded to unbutton his pants.

“W-w-wait,” I stopped him. I absentmindedly poured myself another shot and downed it. “The shirt is fine. No need to take off your pants.”

“You sure?”

His eyes met mine and my stomach felt heavy with that same urge again. “Y-yeah,” I smiled in response. My breathing became shallow, my heart pounding as he kept his gaze glued onto me. His blue eyes stared deep into my soul. I felt vulnerable, exposed, like every inch of me was laid bare before him.

“It’s your turn, Agata.”

I quickly spun the bottle and it slowly landed on me.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” I said boldly. The effect of the alcohol was now taking its toll as I started feeling light headed and slightly giddy.

Reeve put on some slow music and sat on the couch. “I dare you to give me a lap dance.”

The song started playing. I walked in his direction and stood between his open legs, which he instinctively opened further. I paused within a few inches from his touch, threw him an alluring gaze, and started moving my hips in sync with the song.

I straddled him and continued dancing. I swayed my hips from side to side, turning around slowly while I did so until I had my back to him. Then I bent forwards so my ass was a few inches from his stomach, I moved a bit closer and felt his manhood rising. I turned around to face him and kept swaying my body in sync to the sexy rhythm. I danced a little longer and when the song ended I went back to sitting on the floor.

I chuckled lightly at the look of desperation in his eyes. I was actually enjoying it far more than I should.

“Now it’s your turn to spin,” I told him.

He seized the bottle and spun it. “Either way, I’ll strip.”

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

A devious grin plastered on his face.

The bottle landed on him. “Great, truth!” I exclaimed even before he chose. “When was the last time you had sex?” My heart thrummed in my chest as the forbidden thoughts crossed my mind. My head felt fuzzy. My voice had become a little slurred, each new word running too quickly from my mouth and bumping into the next.

“About two months ago.”

“Oh, before you started at Gates?”

“Just one question, baby; now it’s your turn to spin.”

I grabbed the bottle and skillfully twisted my wrist and the bottle started to fly around in a circle and landed on me.

“Okay, truth. Good choice!” he cheered.

My jaw dropped and I felt my whole face became red. “No, I didn’t.” I sighed. “Okay, how hard can it be?”

He moved closer to me. My heart seemed to beat so fast I was scared it would burst from my chest.

“Are you a virgin?” he whispered while running fingers down my arm.

“What? I’m not answering that.” My cheeks flushed as I glanced down at my hands.

“You are, aren’t you?”

“No,” I answered a little too quickly.

“You are,” Reeve teased.

Mustering all the confidence I had in me, I turned to Reeve and said, “I dare you to find out.”

Reeve let out a devilish smile and instantly claimed my mouth. His kisses ravaged me with a ferocity that left me breathless. He was relentless, his mouth devouring mine.

He scooped me up on the floor, wrapped my legs around his waist, and kissed me all the way to his room. He laid me down on the bed, crawling up to me slowly with a look of hunger on his face.

He leaned in and his lips met mine with fiery passion.

“Did you get this far with a guy?”

“Yes,” I moaned. We kissed again and our tongues battled for dominance. My arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, hands tangled in his hair.

He kissed my neck and trailed the kisses down the valley between my breasts. He momentarily stopped and again he asked, “Did you get this far?”

“Yes,” I replied.

Reeve reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, letting the garment fall loosely down my shoulders, eagerly pulling it out and threw it aside. His bare chest came in contact with mine. He lowered his mouth to my breast and kissed it lightly and then circled his tongue around my nipple, making my body convulse and I moaned loudly.

“Did you ever get this far?”

“No,” I admitted. I let out a soft cry when he wrapped his lips around one of my already hard nipples, while he teasingly continued pinching the other. He sucked and bit, taking delight in my soft aroused sounds as I hummed in appreciation.

He slid his fingers into my waistline and pulled off my underwear slowly, killing me with anticipation. He finally pulled it off and sat, his eyes running over my body.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Because there’s nothing more enticing to me than being buried deep inside you, Agata.”

I nodded. “I trust you enough to know you won’t hurt me.”

He stood up and walked over to his night table pulling out a foil wrapper. “This might come in handy.” He tore the foil and slid the condom onto his already prominent erection

He slowly pushed me down into the sheets. He parted my legs and rested in between them. He kissed my thighs and came dangerously close to my entrance. I shivered as gooseflesh rose on my body and my breath caught at the sensation.

“Just breathe, baby,” he whispered. Words were still beyond me so I nodded. “I want to make sure you’re ready.” He slowly placed a finger inside my entrance.

I shivered from the intrusion. I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Reeve slowly introduced another finger and I gasped.

“Is this too much?”

“It feels good…”

He smiled and continued to watch me drown in pure ecstasy as he slid his fingers in and out of me.

“If it hurts, tell me and I’ll stop.”

I nodded with my eyelids fluttering shut as I tilted my head back and squeezed the sheets. I felt my whole body tingling.

Reeve started to slide the tip inside me. “Take a deep breath; let it out as I slide in.” He instructed and I followed suit. I was feeling an absurd heat. The blood seemed to run faster in my veins, my wheezing betrayed a lack of air being near me. I thought I’d go crazy.

I was slowly letting my breath out as he slid almost halfway inside of me. He was being very careful. He slowly slid himself all the way inside me.
Gosh, how could that feel so painful yet so good?
My breaths were coming fast. I gritted my teeth, but it wasn’t enough to stifle a cry of pleasure.

He stopped and leaned in to kiss me. “You okay?”

“It hurts a little bit, but I’m okay.”

His hips started to rock slowly against me. He was creating a breathtakingly slow pace, watching the blissful look on my face.

I matched his rhythm. We moved slowly, gently, tenderly, making love to each other. He slid his hand down my body, from my breasts, down to my sex. His fingers touched my clit and he started massaging it, building up my pleasure.

“Oh…Reeve…” I moaned.

“You like that?”

“Very much. Stop being a gentleman and take me harder. Now.”

“That’s what I thought,” he groaned deeply and thrust into me.

I arched my back and let out a loud scream.

He slammed hard against me, my moans turned into gasps for air, and he responded with a muffled roar at my ear. He continued pumping in and out, harder every time. I panted in between each thrust while I felt my walls tighten. My sweat was pouring and my nails dug into his arms.

He thrust one last time, and I thought I would faint. Before we both knew it, we were coming together, screaming each other’s names in ecstasy. He didn’t stop the thrusting until I cried out again, my warm wetness flowing freely over his hardness as he rocked in and out of me.