Page 102 of Pretty Little Lies

I like that shit about Reeve.

It doesn’t take much to make him happy or to put him in a good mood. He just fucking is.

Gripping his dick, I guide him to me before slowly slide down his length. The way he feels is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I didn’t get much of a chance to get a good look at what he was packing, but it obviously doesn’t matter.

It’s flawless.

He fills me up like sunshine in a jar and, in this moment, I don’t give a shit about The Landings, South Shore, or Emilio Wildes.

I want him.

I want Reeve Stanton and all his stupid smirks along with his cocky, self-assured attitude. The way that hasn’t treated me any differently or any certain type of way other than making me feel beautiful and without fault of anything, no matter where I was born.

“Fuck, Bay,” he grinds out, his head leaning back so that my palm is sandwiched between his head and the leather headrest ofthe seat. He parts his legs a little with his eyes closed, giving me access to sink deeper and fill me whole.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you, birthday boy. I want you to know it’s me when you come.”

Reeve’s lips curl into an effortless smirk as those hazel eyes appear again. “Woman, you are theonlyone who has had my cock jolting at the need to sink inside you. Don’t get it twisted”—he pulls his head up slightly to regard me—“I know exactly whose weight is on me. Whose thick legs are situated on either side of me. And who’s tight pussy I’m about to finish to.”

I begin to pick up a steady pace, getting used to his size and the awkward position of practically doing the splits on his cock.

Reeve’s hands find my hips as he helps, thrusting and grinding up inside me. The build-up of my orgasm flitters deep inside my gut as he fills me completely and wholly.

My chest constricts with emotions that have no place coming into this situation, or even being created, but I keep them with me.

I keep them because it’s Reeve.

It’smyReeve.

I remember Cairo’s words of him fucking a bunch of girls, and maybe that’s true, but in this moment, he’s mine. And I’ll come off his dick and reap the consequences or just the memory of fucking this guy in the backseat of a car and that being it.

“Stay with me,” Reeve murmurs quietly, as if he can see the numerous thoughts sprinting in my head. “This isn’t fake. This isn’t temporary. This is me and you, and whatever we want to make out of it.”

I try to give him a smile, wanting wholeheartedly to believe that, but it falls short.

“Bay Bay McQueen,” he quips, arching his back to give me more of himself. I gasp at the spot he touches, and he reachesup to cup my chin with his thumb and index finger. “You got me hooked.”

“Don’t tell me shit you tell everyone, Reevie,” I reply. “Tell me something real.”

He leans in, hovering over my mouth as I slow down. “What’s real is that you can’t fake how perfect this feels. How since the first time I saw you, I haven’t just wanted to fuck you, but own you. I’ve wanted you to be mine and see for yourself that I’m not that much of an idiot. That I’m notjustpart of the crew that you can’t stand, but just a man who wants to kiss a certain woman whenever he wants and be whatever she wants.”

“It was the nickname, wasn’t it?” This time when I smile, it’s genuine. He smiles back and thrusts into me so hard that it hurts, but feels so fucking good at the same time.

“Yeah…that was it, baby.”

He leans forward and presses his lips to mine without so much as a hurry.

This is more than sex at this point.

This is cementing a connection in the deepest way possible without words. It’s where lines are crossed, emotions are felt, and things either blossom or fall apart.

Reeve’s breathing quickens as he pries himself from me. His hazels full of lust and absolute contentment. “You ready, McQueen? Because I’m going to fuck you so hard, we’re gonna be spent as shit by the end of this.”

I hum my acceptance of that instantly. “Let’s do this, Reevie Stanton.”

He then thrusts up and into me, over and over and over again, our thighs slamming into each other in desperate need of release.

It’s not until something flicks in my brain, a shift in the air that has me glimpsing over my shoulder to see Torin sitting back against the door. One of his legs bent at the knee his armdraped over it on top of the seat, while the other sits on the floor. His legs are spread as he stares at us speaking, joining, fucking, whatever it is that Reeve andIare doing with nothing but curiosity in his eyes.

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