Page 200 of Falling in Reverse

The pads of his fingers graze the skin of my inner thigh right next to my panties before his lips crash mindlessly into mine.

His tongue seeks immediate entrance, and he has me in a chokehold. Giving me an ultimatum about not denying him because he’s got something hovering over my head.

Until he’s not.

“Tell me no,” he mutters against my lips. “And mean it. No matter your answer, I’m still getting my kiss.”

“Stop,” I reply weakly when he peppers soft brushes of his mouth to my jawline before trailing up to my ear. But he doesn’t listen, brushing his index finger between my shamelessly wet folds and reaching my incapable clit that doesn’t know an enemy when it sees one.

“I said tell me no,” he counters in my ear, his voice dark and deep but still holding that mellowed persona that matches him so well.

His lips encase around my earlobe twice before dropping straight down to the column of my neck. That wicked tongue of his teasing at the sensitive skin there, followed up by his evil lips made of corruption and debauchery.

The end of his thumb circles my inconsiderate nub, sending a frenzied rush of lust coursing through my brain and right down to where he’s touching me.

“You’re bad as hell to have followed us, McQueen,” he chides along my skin. “I saw you the moment you hunched your pretty ass down here and pulled out your phone.”

Shit.

“Just you?” I press, the moment he licks up and bites down on my throat, covering my mouth and the surprised gasp that he knew he’d cause.

Because this motherfucker.

Reeve knows how to work a woman’s body. He’s aware of the sounds that we make, the pressure points, and the soft caresses from skin-on-skin contact.

“Shhh…” he hisses gently along the spot he just viciously semi-attacked me. “You’re gonna get us caught.”

He shoves a finger inside my soaking pussy and my knees begin to give. With Reeve’s added weight, he holds me up and still keeps a possessive hand over my mouth so he can work me however he wants.

“Did you miss me?” I shake my head, but he’s still undeterred by that old news. “I’ve missed you, McQueen.”

His teeth graze the sensitive area of skin at my throat, coaxing another moan to leave my throat. For my brain to shut down the fact that he’s part of a crew I shouldn’t be following around.

“No one tells me what to do,” he says. “When it comes to you.”

His declaration does things to me that it shouldn’t.

Reeve isn’t afraid to fight for what he wants and believes in. And I can respect the hell out of that.

However, I don’t want him caught up in chaos with his boys. I know that’s his family and I’m also privy to how important that is.

I tap Reeve’s hand to allow me to speak, and he removes it, cupping the back of my head to replace his touch.

“You’re insane,” I mutter. “I’m no good for you.”

“I’ll decide how good you are when you let me in.”

“I did,” I whisper. “That night you came to South Shore.” He brings his head back around, mouth hovering wickedly over mine. “I…”

“You, what?”

I swallow and shove back thoughts of how he’s going to use this against me but say, “I permitted you to be close to what means something to me.”

Reeve nods, his forehead brushing mine. “I know, baby. I appreciate that. But, real talk…you gotta stop bringing this ass around here.” He adds a second finger, drilling in his point I guess, and still mercilessly strokes at my aching clit. “I’m not gonna be around to always save you.”

Then why are you now?

I’d ask, but I can’t.

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