Page 133 of Pretty Little Lies

“What’s that for?” I point at his hand and Reeve looks down at it.

“My dad’s ring.”

I give him a weak smile and pad over to him, standing between his parted thighs. “You miss him?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

Reeve reaches for the thin waistband of my underwear and slowly pulls them down. “Me too, baby. But I’m even more sorrythat you’re not riding my dick yet, so...put me out of my misery, eh?”

I shake my head, slipping out of them and placing my hands on Reeve’s naked shoulders. “I wanna suck you off first.”

I swear I see Reeve’s eyes darken before he’s shaking his head at me now. “Be easy on me, baby. It’s been a few days since I had you and I want to feel you come around me.”

He reaches for his jeans and rips out a foil packet from the pocket. I must be out of my damn mind.

Really, I am.

Because the next thing I know I’m plucking it from his fingers and tossing it over my shoulder, discarding it like a dumbass. “I’m on the pill.”

“Fuck…” His chest shakes as he watches me with an intensity so heavy that it makes my pussy clench. “I think you’re trying to kill me, McQueen.”

I lean in and wrap my arms around his neck. “Never you, Reevie. I’ll always keep you safe.”

THIRTY-EIGHT

reeve

“I’m on the pill.”

This chick just took my condom and tossed it right over her shoulder like she didn’t give a flying fuck or shit about carrying my babies.

Yeah, I know what birth control is, but accidents happen, and I sound like a sex-ed teacher urging kids to not have intercourse.

If Bay Astor ended up carrying my spawns, I would be the proudest motherfucker alive. I mean, I did say I wanted to own her, but I didn’t mean locking her down because we shared a kid.

But I do mean forever, so what the fuck is the difference at this point?

“Fuck…” I hold my breath. “I think you’re trying to kill me, McQueen.”

Her crystal blues hold me still while she wraps her arms around my neck and says, dead serious, “Never you, Reevie. I’ll always keep you safe.”

I want to believe that.

I want her to acknowledge that everything I’m saying is true, and I’m not the kind of guy who pussy-foots around. If I want this to work, if I desire her to be mine, one of us has to fold with this notion of who is gonna hurt who.

So I signed myself up as tribute to throw myself out there and give her my all. She can be scared; I’ll carry us both until she’s not frightened of my backstabbing her or anything else. Bay makes me feel something I haven’t really felt much in my lifetime. I’ve never wanted to take care of anyone in thatanything goeskinda way since my sister. But, ever since I saw Bay, something has called out to me that’s greater than Torin and Cairo’s paranoia.

She was meant for me and my sort of fucked up.

“I’m holding you to that,” I whisper against her lips. “And while I’m at your side, I’m going to protect you from everyone and anything.”

“Promise?”

I bob my head and nudge her lips with mine to give me some of that sweet affection that I know she has for me. “You can count on it, baby.”

She exerts all her weight on my chest, urging me to fall back onto the bed with her on top. Our lips remain mingled together as she snakes her way between our bodies and searches for my cock.

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