Wanting Reed (Break Me) BOOK 2 (20 page)

Sleepless nights equal fucking dreamless nights, and that’s fine with me because every damn waking moment is just as bad. Seeing her tonight is going to eat at me until I get to her. I get out of bed, grab my phone from the dresser and stare at her number. I can call her. I still have her number, but I know she won’t answer. I mean, that’s the worst thing she can do is not answer. Right? Then again, maybe she might, but not at one in the morning. I should just call her, but I won’t. I’m being a pussy. I trudge toward the kitchen to grab something to drink only to be surprised to see that Luke is up watching Sportscenter.

“Yo, bro. Can’t sleep?” Luke yawns from the couch, throwing his arm behind his head. “I saw that you and Sierra were getting a little cozy at the bar tonight.” He chuckles. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with that sweet piece of ass.”

“Stop giving me shit.” I’m not in the mood to hear his crap. “I don’t. If I did, she would be in my bedroom with me and I wouldn’t be talking to you,” I argue, leaning against the counter. “What happened to your sweet piece of ass?”

“Dude, I needed a night off from all my extracurricular activities.” He fights back another yawn. “Seriously, though, I’m thinking you may have to go with that ass considering the reaction you got from Elle tonight. Damn, she’s no joke!”

“Fuck, give me a break, Luke,” I growl. “Whose fucking side are you on anyway?”

“Yours all the way, man. After tonight and seeing her like that, you have a fucking major mountain to climb,” he confirms, stretching his arms over his head. Sometime I wish my life was as simple as his. It used to be.

“You know what you need?” he asks, unable to fight the grin ripping across his face.

Oh, fuck. I rub my face impatiently. What kind of shit does he have in mind now? I look up, raising an eyebrow at my crazy ass roommate. I never can guess what kind of shit he has in mind. There are no
Dr. Phil
moments here because it’s more like an episode of
Jerry Springer
ready to be played out on national television.

“I need to take you to a strip club.” He deadpans.

I don’t even flinch at his suggestion since I’ve become used to his well-thought-out plans to help me with my relationship with Elle.

“Yeah, that’s what I fucking need. To get busted slipping bills into some girl’s G-string after she gives me a lap dance.” I chuckle, shaking my head at him.

“Shit.” He laughs. “This chick, Elle... I can tell she would never step into a place like that. She’s not that kind of girl.” Rising from the couch, he heads into the kitchen and grabs a package of chocolate chip cookies from the cabinet.

“Knowing my fucking luck, someone would shoot a video of me doing something compromising and she’d see it on YouTube,” I counter.

“What are the chances of that shit happening?” he replies, shoving half a cookie into his mouth.

“I don’t know where you come up with this shit, man.” I pace back and forth in the living room while scratching my head.

“What happened to the fucking stud that moved into this apartment three months ago? You had chicks lining up at the door. You had a nice little thing going for a bit. I was kinda jealous for a minute.”

“Dude, you make me sound like a pimp.”

“Glass Slipper and Centerfolds.” Talking with his mouth full, he slaps me on the shoulder. “Done deal.”

“What the hell is that?” I snap my head up in his direction.

“The place we’re going to get you out of this slump,” he replies with a wink.

“Not now.”
Why the fuck am I even entertaining this idea?

“Have I ever steered you wrong? Have you gotten busted?” He raises an eyebrow, waiting intolerantly for my reply. “Well?”

“No. Not yet.” I furrow my brow at my roommate who’s standing in the kitchen doing a number on the bag of cookies.

“Fuck, we need to change this attitude of yours. Are you fucking twenty-five or forty-five? You still need to live. This shit is normal. Married dudes get off on this shit.”

“Yeah, I can live...but...”

“But, nothing. End of conversation,” he says. Grabbing another cookie, he waves it in front of me. “You’re gonna thank me later, motherfucker.”

I frown and grab a bottled water from the fridge. I can’t help but laugh, thinking about the two people who’ve volunteered to help me. I’m just as crazy as they are for even agreeing with their plans. I don’t know what Sierra has in mind, but whatever it is, having her on my side is all I’ve got. So, why do I get this uneasy feeling about the whole damn thing?

I turn off the damn television a few minutes after Luke called it a night. I don’t even know what the hell I was watching.
Jimmy Kimmel
,
Conan,
whatever. None of their shit makes me laugh anyway. I don’t find humor in shit these days. I toss the remote onto the sofa, lifting my tired body to go to bed when I hear knocking at the door. Who would be here at this time? Rubbing my eyes, I head to the door to see who it is. I wish we had a damn peephole for situations like this. I shouldn’t answer the door in my boxers. Oh, fuck it.

“Who is it?”

I get no response. Whoever it is just taps the door softly again. Scenarios run through my mind. Could Jerry be in town to give me a not-so-friendly reminder about our deal? Shit. I scratch my head, wondering what I should do. If it were Jerry, he wouldn’t tap on my door. He’d bang it down. I ask again.

“Who is it?”

This time I get an answer. I can’t open the door fast enough when I hear her voice. I’m fucking hard as a rock by the time I put my hand on the knob and throw open the door. I rub both my eyes to make sure that it’s her. It is. My dick and my heart ache for her. I’m a fucking mess. I don’t know what to do first.

“Can I come in?” she asks shyly. Fuck. She’s so damn sexy with her long, windswept hair framing her face. She lifts her eyes to mine as she winds a piece of hair around her finger.

“Yes.” I inhale, staring as I step aside to let her inside my apartment. She remains still as I move closer to her to shut the door. She smells like vanilla. My heart just blew up, and my dick just jumped. I want to get my hands on her so bad. When I look down at her, I notice she’s wearing black leggings and a black windbreaker. I wish she were naked in front of me.

“How are you?” I ask as my voice wavers. I’m shocked that she’s standing in front of me.

“Why did you come back?” she pleads, dropping her hand from her hair.

I swallow. Hard. Gazing into her eyes, I see unanswered questions and a look that I did not expect, especially not after what she said earlier.

“For you,” I answer. I want to close the gap between us, but I’m afraid of what she’ll do. I don’t want to run her off. Instead, I stand my ground, even though I don’t want to. What I want to do is fucking kiss her hard to make up for my mistake and our lost time. Unexpectedly, she steps to me and cups my right cheek with her hand. Leaning into it, I take it and kiss the palm of her hand before she pulls away. I don’t want to let this chance slip away. I need this. I need her.

She takes another step closer. I feel her heat and desire meet mine. A crash and collision so intense the room spins, and my body throbs painfully. I tug her into my chest, hearing a moan escape her lips as I greedily press my starved lips over hers. She opens her mouth for me so I can taste her. Oh, fucking God, she tastes so much sweeter. I run my fingers through her hair and slide my lips down her neck. I need to taste every part of her. I need to be inside her. She roughly fists my hair and pushes me in the direction of the bedroom. Breaking our kiss, she stops halfway and gazes at me with longing in her eyes.

“You came back for me?” she breathes lightly.

“Yes, baby,” I answer without hesitation or doubt.

“You lied to me,” she murmurs. I can see the uncertainty in her eyes.

Oh, fuck. What do I say?
This is it. She’s leaving. My body tenses with the prospect of her walking out the door again.

“You said five days,” she whispers. “I need to punish you,” she moans as she grabs my dick and strokes it from over my boxers.

“Baby, we need to talk,” I growl, pulling her closer to me, barely able to contain myself with her caressing me like this.

“Shh... I want to feel you, to make sure you’re here.” She rests her hands on my chest as she blazes a trail of kisses across my skin.

Holy shit.
I’m so hard right now I could pound nails. She steps away and drops her head to her chin as she begins to unzip her jacket. I exhale a breath when I see what she’s wearing underneath. She drops the jacket to the floor and then slides off her pants and kicks them to the side.

“You didn’t forget,” I respond in a low groan. My eyes hover suggestively over her wonderful body. My cock strains against the fabric of my boxers.

She raises her eyes to reply, but I don’t give her a chance. I slam my lips over hers and lift her as she wraps her legs around my waist.

“Do you like it?” she murmurs over my mouth.

“Oh baby, I fucking love red on you,” I rasp, nipping at her neck.

I trip over my feet trying to get her to my bed as fast as possible. I feel her heat and her delicious breath on my skin as she kisses me with her open mouth. I lay her down on my bed without losing contact with her. I can’t. I don’t want to. I lean over to meet her eyes before I slide my hand up her flat stomach to her perfect breasts hidden under the red bra.

I smile,
feeling her soft skin under my starved hands. I run my tongue along her stomach and over the swell of her breasts. Tasting and feeling her again, having her underneath me, next to me and on top of me is intoxicating. She’s my addiction and my drug. I fucking crave her.

I can’t wait any longer to taste her lips again, so I lean down and kiss her, savor her, memorize her. I want to take things slow, but my cock is telling me otherwise. I unclasp her bra and take a nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. She releases a loud moan and fists my hair with both hands, which makes taking it slow insanely difficult. I trail my hand down her side, so I can feel more of her soft skin while my other hand caresses her breast. I take turns sucking on each of her beautiful pink nipples. Damn. Her breasts are perfect. I squeeze them together and lick them up and the down. She’s panting and grinding against my dick, pressing her hungry body against mine. I need to be inside her.

I am in heaven again for the first time in months.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Those words don’t even come close to how I feel. I can’t touch or kiss her enough. I’m nearly out of my mind. I continue to kiss her while my hand moves from her breast to her panties. My lips leave hers so I can slide them off, and then I remove my boxers while I admire her lying on my bed. She’s the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen. She’s vulnerable, strong and sexy as hell. She follows my every move with eyes filled with lust, hunger and fear. It’s all for me. I will do everything in my power to take away the fear and replace it with the passion and intensity she once had.

I hover over her, trying to be calm, taking my time to please her so she won’t forget, but I’m starving and feeling selfish. I blaze a path of kisses down her neck and shoulder watching her skin prickle with goose bumps when my lips make contact with her warm skin. She takes my face in her hands and kisses me with everything she has. Our tongues tasting and exploring as we kiss feverishly until were both panting, neither one of us wanting it to end. She’s here with me now, in my bed where I’ve wanted her to be for so fucking long.

“I want you,” she pants, reaching down to stroke me. “But first, I need to punish you for being a bad boy.” She smiles coyly while she gracefully rolls on top of me and straddles me. She sits on my cock, rubbing her folds against me. She bites her lip, raking her eyes from my lips to my eyes as she continues to rub against me. Her fucking eyes do me in. Her body. Everything about her. I can’t take much more of this.

“If this is what I get for being a bad boy, then I need to do it more often,” I growl, fisting her silky hair in my hands, pulling back slightly to expose her elegant neck. She moans again, lifting her eyes to mine as she places her finger over my lips.

“Hush,” she whispers. She lowers her body over mine and sinuously slides down, tracing the tattoo on my chest with her tongue while stroking my cock. I can’t fucking breathe; the air is caught in my throat. Closing my eyes, I feel her mouth travel down to my stomach, blowing her warm breath over my skin. “You’ve been so bad.” She places her sweet lips on my cock.
Jesus Christ.
I fist her hair in my hand, watching her take me into her mouth. She licks teasingly over the tip as she looks up at me. When she swallows me whole, I pull on her hair and roll my head back in ecstasy. I’m so fucking close, and I need this so fucking bad. I feel her soft lips sliding up and down my cock faster and faster when a loud, annoying beeping makes me lose focus.

Waking up fucking breathless, I grope for air from the best dream I’ve ever had. Frustrated, I snatch the alarm clock and pull the damn cord out of the wall. I throw my head back onto my pillow and wish the dream was my reality.
What the fuck?!