The Good Sister: Part One (36 page)

Reid rolled out of bed. He sauntered over to the door. “Are you going to miss me while I’m gone?” he teased.

I covered my head with the bed sheets. I heard his evil laugh as he departed.

“What am I going to do with him?” I said. “He drives me crazy.”

The phone was ringing. The sound broke my irritation. I remembered I left it on the foot of the bed. I got up, searching, and found it lying on the floor by Reid’s jeans. I picked it up, brushed back some unruly curls from my face then answered.

“Hello.”

“Trinity?”

“Lord Archer!” I exclaimed.

“My dove, I was not expecting you to answer.”

“I sort of forgot to take the phone back downstairs,” I said with a giggle.

“Ah….”

“Did you need to speak with Jacqueline?”

“No. I wish to speak with you.”

There was a strange humming noise in the background.

“Where are you?” I asked.

“On a flight.”

“You are calling me from a plane?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Wow.”

“How was your evening?” Ashton asked.

“Well, it was okay until I ran into Lord Ironington.”

“You ran into Ironington?” The tone in Ashton’s voice was quite disturbing; however, I didn’t know all of his tones, looks, or laughs like I knew Reid’s.

“Yes.”

“What happened, my dove? I must know.”

“He was surprised to see me, thought I was on the menu,” I snorted. “That’s how he referred to it. He said if he had known I was on the menu he would have waited to place an order.”

I was pretty sure I heard Ashton say cock sucking bastard, but it was muddled as if he held his hand over the phone when he said it.

“Trinity, my dove. He did not harm you, did he?”

“No, Reid pretty much set him straight. Actually, he was going to kick Ironington’s ass. Then Alec stepped in and escorted Lord Ironington to the door after I assured Lord Ironington I was not working for Jacqueline.”

“Addison,” Ashton said with that tone again. “I shall give him my gratitude when I see him next.”

That comment surprised me. The tone, along with the gratitude comment, did not quite mesh.

“You are still coming on Sunday, right?” I asked.

“I shall be there today, my dove.”

“Today?”

“Yes. Are you surprised?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“I shall see you after lunch. I have a few things I must take care of then I shall take you into my arms.”

“Okay,” I said, “I’ll see you this afternoon.”

“Until then, my lady.”

Reid returned. Unconcerned he was walking around half naked. Of course he had the kind of body that should be admired, but what’s worse he knew it.

“Trinity, who were you talking to?”

“Ashton.”

Reid’s face took on that look again. Pissed off, ready to rage.

“What did he want?”

“Nothing really.”

Reid wasn’t buying that. His voice had a mocking tone as he spoke. “Really? He called you again first thing this morning for nothing?”

“If you must know, Ashton calls me every week, sometimes twice a week.”

“I want to spend time with you, today,” Reid said.

“I can’t.”

“Why not? Is it because you’re still pissed at me?”

“No. Because Lord Archer is coming today instead of Sunday.”

Reid paced back and forth at the foot of the bed, running his fingers through his hair then grabbing at the back of his neck. After a minute or two I could not take it any longer.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Don’t see him today,” Reid said.

“Stop it.”

Reid came over to the bed. Within a moment he was kissing me. My body reacted. I could not stop my body from reacting to Reid. It was like a match to kindling. I kissed him back.
Maybe Reid was an addiction, a bad one,
I considered, and then my mind clicked off.

Reid leaned me back on the bed, inching up my body, tucking himself between my thighs. His manhood pressed against me. Without my control, my sex flared. Reid was everywhere. He was kissing, touching, murmuring things into my ear, not giving me time to think, just giving my body heat and pleasure.

Within what seemed like a blink of an eye Reid had pulled my t-shirt up over my head and off. He’d removed his boxer briefs, and was now taking off my panties while his lips played havoc with my thighs, my knees, my stomach…

“Trinity,” he murmured against my breasts. His tongue flicked an urgent tip. “I want you so badly,” he said, sucking then flicking. “I ache, Trinity. You make me ache.” He swirled his tongue around my aroused nipples. “You set me on fire.”

I always wanted to hear these words from him, but not in this way, and not because he didn’t want anyone else to have me. In another blinding move he plunged deeply into my mouth with his tongue. He was taking over.

“Reid,” I moaned. He rubbed his cock against my clit. “We need to stop.”

“You are so wet, so fucking hot,” he mumbled, thrusting his cock against my slickness, against my clit. I shook, sliding against him. I could not stop, even though this time I knew I should stop. “I want you,” he said into my ear, taking the lobe between his teeth with a nip.

Ashton’s face, his eyes, the way he looked at me, the way he spoke to me, the way he touched me haunted my thoughts. Ashton’s touch was different, not in the way of technique, while that was different, I meant in the way I felt as he touched me. When Ashton touched me I felt adored. The best I could come up with was that Ashton looked at me with lust, yes, but with emotion and with deep caring like I actually was a goddess. Reid’s gaze was more lust than caring. Ashton spoke with passion. Reid just spoke to me like he would speak to any woman. Ashton touched me like I was a gift to be appreciated, explored with careful touches, loving caresses, but Reid touched with one purpose. I stiffened.

“No, baby, don’t stiffen, don’t pull away.”

Reid’s words played out in my mind like an instant replay.
I don’t think of softness, tender kisses, whisper soft caresses or murmurs of loving words in the dark. I think of other things.

“Reid, why are you doing this?” I asked.

“You know why,” he said, sliding his mouth down my stomach.

“Because you don’t want Ashton to have me?”

“I don’t want him to have you,” he agreed, “you are mine.” He found his way to my clit, licking it. I faltered then stiffened. “Relax, let me make you come. You know you like it when I flick this little clit.” He flicked it again. “And I like how you moan for me.”

“No,” I said, pulling back. “Stop.”

“I can’t,” Reid said. “I need you, Trinity.” I closed my eyes. “Let me try. Let me try to make love to you.”

Tears sprang forth, rolled down my cheeks. I cried so hard I shook. Reid stopped.

“Don’t cry,” he said, moving up my body, kissing my mouth, my breasts. “Do you really want me to stop?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

Reid looked conflicted, confused. “Why?”

“I can’t do this. I can’t pretend everything between us is okay because you have decided you want to try to make love to me. Maybe before, maybe before I would have pretended.”

“You mean before Archer?”

I did not answer his question.

“Reid, you are only doing this because you don’t want me to be with Ashton and you don’t like the idea that I may give my body to him. What is your plan? To keep fucking other women to get what you need while keeping me as your what?”

Reid looked into my eyes.

“Will you make love to me?” he asked.

I touched his face.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. I want to try, Trinity. We will do this your way, however you want it.”

Reid lay back.

“You really want me to do this?” I asked.

“Yes, baby,” Reid said. He twined his finger through a stray curl of mine. “I want to try.”

I took my time kissing down his body with tender kisses, light caresses, lingering passes of my tongue. I wasn't sure I could really do this, make love to him. I made my way down his body, stopping with my lips within a breath of the head of his cock. He placed his hand into my hair.

“Come on, Trinity, don’t stop. I’m trying,” he said.

All I could think about was Ashton. I spent two years dreaming of Reid, had come thousands of miles to be with him, yet even though he was here with me I could not get Ashton out of my mind. Maybe Reid and I were never meant to be anything more than friends, because if you love someone, you love them, you don’t try to love them.

I was so wrong. There’s a difference between making a man burn for me and making a man love me. I wanted both. Maybe I was greedy, but I wanted the burn along with the love. I might have the ability to make Reid burn, but I couldn’t make Reid love me, no matter what I did.

“Reid, I’m sorry,” I said. “I can’t do this.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, “it’s because of fucking Archer, isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” I said. “I want to help you, Reid, but I can’t make you love me.”

Reid’s hold on my head became harsh. “I never asked you to help me or to love me.”

My heart twisted. “No, you didn’t,” I agreed.

Reid’s body shook. His free hand balled into a fist. I finally took in the whole scene. He pressed my head down upon his erection, holding me there.

“I need to fuck that beautiful mouth,” he said in a low voice.

“Stop it, Reid.”

For the first time in my life I was frightened of him, truly frightened of what he could do.

“Open your mouth,” Reid demanded, enforcing the demand with his fingers.

He squeezed the back of my neck as he pulled my head down. I did not fight him. Something told me this would become much worse if I fought him, so I opened and took him.

Roughly, he gripped my head with both hands, “Ah fuck, that’s good,” he groaned slamming his cock into my mouth.

It hurt. I cried, gagged...

He stopped, went dead still. The only noise in the room was his heaving respiration mixed into my gasps for air. Reid let loose of my head. I slid up his cock then off, tears flowing.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I can’t be what you need, what you deserve.” Reid got up, and dressed quickly. “I never wanted this. I don’t know how to love you, Trinity. I don’t know how to let you love me.”

“What has happened to you, Reid? Why do you war and rage? Why do you hate yourself?”

Reid was quiet for a moment.

“You asked me about my first time, before. Do you really want to hear it?”

I wrapped my body in a quilt. I wanted to know why, wanted to hear why. I still wanted to help him if I could. I stood and walked toward him.

“Tell me, Reid.”

“I was sixteen,” he started. “A bunch of guys from the football team threw a bonfire kegger at the beach. We were all pretty wasted, but L.J. and I started doing a few lines of cocaine. I’d never done cocaine before that night,” he admitted, his eyes hardening as he spoke. “L.J. started making out with a new girl. She’d only been attending our school for a few weeks. She was pretty, dark blue eyes, blonde hair, small build, like you.” Reid stopped, paced, scrubbed the back of his head with his fingers.

“What happened?”

“After a while, L.J. took her under the pier. Myself and three more guys went to watch them. L.J. had told us he was going to nail her. L.J. knew I was the only one of them who had not been with a girl, at least not all the way. He kept teasing me, saying when he was done I could have her. She started fighting him, telling him no. Then she really fought, started screaming no, started crying, so L.J. held her down.”

“ ‘Come on,’ he said. “ ‘Let’s give this cunt something to scream about.’ ”

Reid stopped speaking, closed his eyes. I reached up and touched his face. He pulled my hand away.

“I did it. I wanted to do it. I wanted to watch that girl scream,” Reid confessed. “I held her down while L.J. stripped her clothes off. She looked up at me, pleading, telling me she was a virgin, begging me to help her. In that instant I wanted to let her go. Something inside of me said, ‘Let her go. Stop this.’ Then something else said, ‘Fuck no. Watch her scream.’” Reid stopped for a moment before he turned toward me again. “I could have stopped what was happening. We were messed up on alcohol and cocaine, but that’s no excuse. We did what we did,” Reid said. “That’s who I am, Trinity. That’s the truth of me that you’ve never seen. That’s the fucking monster you thought you were in love with.”

“Reid.” Tears streamed down my face. “Oh, Reid,” I murmured.

Reid turned from me before walking away in silence.

I gathered up my composure and headed for Jacqueline’s suite. I stood outside the door for a long moment, considering, then I knocked.

“Come in,” Jacqueline answered. I walked in to find Jacqueline seated at her vanity, brushing through her long raven colored hair. “Good morning, my petit,” Jacqueline said. I broke down, sobbing. “What has he done?” Jacqueline asked. I fell to Jacqueline's feet, hugging her legs. “No,” Jacqueline said, her voice sounding horrified. “Tell me he did not—”