Wanting Reed (Break Me) BOOK 2 (44 page)

“I love what you do to me,” she answers seductively, tugging at my hair.

“Where’s Juju?” Tommy interrupts. I frown at the disruption, but continue my assault on Elle. She meets me blow for blow, touch for touch and kiss for kiss.

“Ladies room trying on her newest lipstick from Sephora.” Elle breaks away for a second to answer him. He frowns, shaking his head in mock irritation and resumes watching ESPN.

“So, you missed me then?” she breathes into my ear as she presses her body against mine.

“Is what you’re feeling any indication?” I laugh, tasting those lips once again as I press her against my cock. “I’m not sure how much longer I’m gonna last.” I grin, feeling her body respond eagerly to my touch.

“You need to get a handle on yourself,” she says, lifting her chin to mine. “It’s only been a few hours.”

“Are you resisting an officer?”

“Depends. Are you going to use cuffs?”

“You’re treading in dangerous waters, doll,” I say, gazing into her deep, soulful eyes.

“I’m an exceptional swimmer,” she murmurs, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“We need to go home now,” I reply gruffly, aching to be inside her. I wonder if she’s feeling adventurous tonight. “Or, we can make use of the rather large bathroom stalls here,” I rasp, gesturing my chin toward the men’s bathroom.

“You have no self-control, do you?” She tilts her head flirtatiously, biting her bottom lip.

“Not with you. And when you talk this way, feel this way or look this way, I can’t concentrate on anything else.”

“Hey, kids,” Juju quips, setting her purse down onto the bar. “Boston is the shopping mecca. Holy shit, the sales are off the hook!”

“Ugh,” Tommy moans. “I can’t wait to get the credit card bill.”

“Relax, baby. It wasn’t all for me. I picked you up some goodies, too.”

“Don’t scare me. Last time you bought me khakis.”

“No clothes this time. Just toys.” She winks, brandishing a bag from Condom World.

“All right, TMI.” I cringe. The last thing I want to hear about is what Tommy and Juju do in the bedroom. Elle laughs.

“I may have picked up a little something from there.
For us
,” Elle murmurs, running her hands over the muscles of my arms. “I can always take everything back.”

“God, doll.” I smile and shake my head as she runs her hands down the front of my shirt and pulls on the belt loop of my jeans until our hips touch. I can feel her breath quicken. “This teasing has got to stop, or I’m gonna have to take you right here.” I eye her up and down, summoning every ounce of willpower not to throw her over my shoulder and take her to the bathroom. “Can you at least tell me what you bought?” She shakes her head, exhales and runs her tongue along my bottom lip.

“And where’s the fun in that?” she replies in a shaky breath.

“Looks like you two need to be alone.” Juju wiggles her eyebrows and throws herself on Tommy.

“No more shopping trips. This is it. The rest of the time we’ll be hanging out together until you guys leave next week,” I say, inhaling the sweet smell of her hair.

“How about we play some pool?” Juju chirps.

“All the tables are taken,” I groan, mentally wincing that my chance to get Elle home early is slipping out of my fingers. I frown when Tommy snatches a table from a couple of guys finishing up. I’m starting to think that Tommy hates me.

“Why are you frowning, baby?” Elle asks. You don’t wanna play pool with me?” Her intense gaze causes my dick to twitch.

“I think I’d rather play with you in bed,” I growl into her ear as I tug playfully on her hair.

“I’ve got a better idea.” I see her brow crinkle, and I know she’s thinking about me as she chews on her bottom lip.

“I’m listening,” I reply, hopeful as I run my teeth over my bottom lip.

“If you win, you choose whatever it is you want from me.”

“Anything?” My mind goes wild thinking about her in nothing but red lace. I may need to pick up those cuffs she’s made reference to before we go home. I don’t doubt her skills at pool. Shit. I have never seen her play, and I’m pretty good. Either way, win or lose, I’m going to come out on top.

“And if I lose?” I say, quirking an eyebrow in amusement.

“I make you my sexual slave,” she whispers with a distractively sexy half-smile on her lips.

I think my dick just ripped a hole in my boxers and is ready to burst my zipper. Fuck winning. I’m losing.

“Let’s go.”

We’ve been playing pool for about thirty minutes, and Elle is horrible. I have to top her shitty pool skills by being equally horrible.
I want to lose.
I’m curious about her whole slave idea. We haven’t been together that long, and it makes me wonder if she’s got this super kinky side. She grins at me and then leans over the table, eyeing me seductively.

“What’s your next move?” I chuckle, observing her trying to handle the stick. I want her to handle mine instead. She walks around the table, twirling her hair and trying to get the best angle for the shot, sometimes purposely putting her sweet ass within my reach. I’m no dummy. I smack it every time she offers it. “You really aren’t good at pool, are you?” I grin, admiring her ass in her tight jeans.

“Stop it, Reed.” She pouts, struggling with the stick.

“You want me to help you, baby?” Rising from my stool before she can answer, I stand behind her as she’s bent over the table. Her scent envelops me as I nuzzle my nose in her hair. “I like you in this position,” I growl, nibbling her ear as I tug her hair.

“Are you guys playing pool or making a porno?” Tommy laughs from the table with Juju looking on with a smirk on her face.

“Sounds like fun, don’t ‘cha think?” Elle peeks over her shoulder. Her eyes twinkle devilishly. “You’re losing on purpose.” She laughs.

“The way I see it, I win either way.”

God, the fact that I am back here with her now makes me the luckiest fucking man alive.

“I can’t get a good angle to get a shot in.” She frowns, turning her attention to the table.

“I know a lot of good angles.” I cock an eyebrow at her and grab her waist. This constant touching is torturing me. I need a release really soon. This game is dragging.

“How about we make this the last shot? If you make it, I lose. I’m your slave. If you don’t make it, I’m
still
your slave.”

“You’re really curious about this whole slave thing I have planned, aren’t you?” she teases, cocking her head to one side as she winds her hair around her finger.

I nod my head adamantly. “Hell yeah, between you mentioning the cuffs and this, I think there’s plenty I still don’t know about you that I’m eager to discover.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” she says, flirting shamelessly with me.

“Fuck, doll, I’m gonna love whatever it is you have planned. Just take the shot so we can get outta here.”

“Fine.” She crushes her lips on mine before I grab her waist tighter and position her in front of the seven ball. I rest my hand over hers to help her. She pulls back and still misses. She furrows her brow at me when I chuckle, nudging me lightly in the ribs. Shrugging her shoulders, she gracefully straightens, turns and throws her arms around my neck. “I guess you win,” she whispers, brushing her lips over mine.

I can’t ignore the feel of her body under my hands and how badly I want to protect her. I salivate knowing that we are going to be alone soon in her bedroom. I trace small circles on her back and whisper into her ear that I love her. I love when she says it back to me, right away without hesitation. I stiffen my grip around her tight body and press her against my chest, feeling her beating heart against mine
. Fuck.
She feels perfect. Suddenly, her body tenses against mine, and her breath seems to catch in her throat. I loosen my grip, thinking that I’m holding her too tight.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” I ask, lifting her chin to me. She hesitates before she answers me, but not before a sigh escapes her lips.

“Nothing,” she replies. Her voice drops so low I can barely hear her over the music playing through the speakers.

I know it’s something. Her eyes reveal way too much emotion, way too much about how she’s feeling. They expose her in ways she doesn’t see. I don’t push her for further clarification. Instead, I glance over my shoulder in the direction she’s looking across the room. She squints and ever so slightly pulls away from me.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Tyler is here.” I smile wryly as we both witness Tyler sharing way too much PDA with Phoebe at the other end of the poolroom near the exit.

“That’s pretty obvious.” She turns slightly, lifting her chin up to me. “You ready to go?”

“You okay with that?” I turn my head in their direction. It bothers her, even though she shakes her head in the positive. I am baffled by her reaction to him being with another girl. I feel a twinge of jealousy about it, but that quickly disappears when she reminds me of the prize I just won and the gifts she bought from Condom World. What the hell kind of name is that for a sex toy store?

Tommy and Juju finish their drinks, pay our tab at the bar and walk ahead of us. Elle loops her arms through mine and glances straight ahead as we pass Tyler on her right. He catches Elle just as he frees his lips from Phoebe. She doesn’t see him, or she pretends not to, as I glance over my shoulder and see disappointment etched on his face for just missing her. Fuck that. Tyler and I could still be friends, but clearly he fucked that up months ago when he tried to move in on Elle when I was gone.

The low ringing of my phone interrupts me as I’m getting ready for tonight’s Halloween festivities at Lansdowne Pub. I snatch the phone from my dresser as a text comes through from Tyler. I haven’t seen him since the other day at Jillian’s. I have been wondering what his plans are for Halloween since he attends this party every year. I don’t like how things are changing between us, even though he said they wouldn’t. I read his text, asking me if it is a good idea if he shows up tonight. I respond by telling him I miss him. He needs to go, and I’m sure Travis and Karlie would be unhappy if he doesn’t. Nothing should change and nothing has to change.

“Who’s that?” Reed asks, strolling into the bedroom with a gleam in his eyes when he sees me in my costume.

“Tyler,” I respond, looking up at him as he bites his delicious bottom lip and narrows his eyes slightly as he watches me. “Stop.” I nudge him with my elbow. “He’s still my friend,” I reply, putting down my phone.

“I know, doll.” He smiles, kissing me hard on the lips. “God, you look so fucking hot right now. You put all the other girls to shame,” he says, enveloping me in his arms.

“Yes, great choice.” I frown in mock annoyance. “You really planned for the weather when you bought this for me,” I reply, glancing down at my barely there costume.

“If you want…” he looks over my shoulder as he continues, “I can tell Juju and Tommy you’re not feeling well, and I can keep you warm.” He winks provocatively, inhaling through his teeth.

“Oh God…Reed,” I moan into his ear. “I’d love that,” I say, brushing my lips over his.

“Really? Now?” He raises his eyebrows, slightly pressing me against his hardening cock and gently pushing me toward the bed.

“Yeah…” Pushing against his chest, I shake my head because I don’t want to ruin tonight’s plans
.
“Come on. Juju and Tommy are waiting for us in the cab.” I slide under his arms and head for the door before he can catch me.

“Such a tease,” he groans, running his hands in his hair in frustration. “You’re gonna pay for that, doll.” He chuckles as he runs after me.

We’re a motley bunch. Tommy’s dressed as a pimp in leopard-print pants and a red satin coat, which matches his colorful personality perfectly. Juju is a sexy pirate, wearing black fishnet stockings, a short black skirt, and a tight white corset. Her ensemble is complete with a red bandana tied around her head. Although their costumes are flashy, my eyes are solely focused on Reed
in his cop uniform. The gray button-down shirt fits snugly over his broad shoulders, firm chest, and sculpted arms while the pants show off his narrow waist, his firm ass and his long, toned legs. My eyes absorb every inch of him. Hard, lean and perfect.