Page 20 of Wild Bred

“Nope. You’re my guest.” I gesture toward my refrigerator. “Help yourself to whatever you’d like to drink.”

While Reid helps himself to a soda, I start prepping the ingredients that are sitting out on my counter, checking and double-checking the recipe on my phone to make sure I’m not messing anything up.

“What about giving you a hand around the sanctuary?” Reid asks.

I glance over and see him leaning comfortably against the counter. “What?”

“With Justin gone, I’m guessing you’re going to need some help. As you know, I’m not much of an animal guy, but I could help out until you find someone new.”

“You’d really do that?” I ask, breaking out into a smile. “Wait. No. Reid, you have your hands full with your house renovation. I can’t ask that of you.”

“I can spare an hour or two every day.”

The idea of Reid being here every day makes my chest flood with warmth. But it still feels like too much to ask of him. “Let me think about it, okay?”

“All right. Think about it.” He takes a relaxed swig of his soda. “Well? Did you give it some thought?”

I laugh and swat him with a kitchen towel. Or at least I try to swat him. He catches the towel before it can hit him and uses it to pull me to him.

“Watch it, troublemaker,” he says, his eyes glowing.

“Or what?” I say defiantly, smiling.

“Or I’ll make you pay.”

“Oh? How so?”

He wets his lips. “Let’s get into it later. I don’t want to distract you.”

“You’ve already distracted me.” I run my hand up his broad chest. “Well? What’s my punishment?”

“Oh, fuck that.” He dips his head down to brush his lips over mine. “I just want to make you feel good.”

Reid sets his drink aside, then takes me by the hips and hoists me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my heart racing as he carries me out of the kitchen and into my bedroom, a small room that’s mostly taken up by my bed.

And then I’m on my back, eclipsed by him, our kisses heated but unhurried. I can hardly stand it when he grinds his hard-on against me. I need him. Oh, God, I need him. It’s all-consuming, this desire.

“Reid,” I beg against his lips.

He rolls his hips against me again and curses under his breath. I thrust my hands between us, desperate to free his cock. When I succeed, I gasp at how big and hard he actually is.

“Mackenna,” he groans.

“I’m all yours,” I whisper.

Both breathing heavily, we tear off the rest of our clothes. Heat washes over me as our bare skin presses together, his firm muscles kissing my curves. I ache against him in anguish, like an animal in heat.

Reid fists his cock and drags the thick tip over my pussy, making me even more wild with desire than I already am. I’m about to go crazy when he positions himself just right and starts to push into me. Holy Mother of God. A mixture of pressure and pleasure and pain surges between my legs as he penetrates me.

The first few strokes are tinged with more pain. But then the pain fades away, giving way to a feeling that’s indescribably wonderful. He’s inside me. He’s a part of me. He’s filling me up, deeper and deeper with each stroke, and it’s better than I ever hoped it could be.

I strain for a kiss and he gives me several, each more heated than the last. Stroke by stroke, he starts to fuck me faster and deeper, until he’s driving balls-deep into me each time.

“Fuck,” Reid grits out, pulling his mouth from mine. “You feel like heaven.”

I’m dizzy with pleasure. But a little common sense whispers from the back of my mind. “I’m not on anything, Reid,” I groan.

His jaw flexes. He drives hard into me again, cursing under his breath. “I know, sweetheart. I won’t come inside you.”

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