Page 132 of Pretty Little Lies

There’s no hidden agenda with Reeve. He doesn’t fuck around. He’s vulnerable and that’s a sign of strength. Of being able to show his cards, but confident enough to give you the choice to use them against him or not.

I literally vow to myself at that moment that Reeve will never be mentally or physically harmed by me. That I will protect this man like I do my own family.

I’ve never,everhad a man treat me like he does.

And I will appreciate and cherish that.

“Get used to it,” he orders placidly, with some tightness to it. As if he can sense how I’m not even sure this is possible. “I’m gonna make you mine, and there isn’t shit anyone is gonna do about it. Not even you.”

I could kick myself in the vagina for asking him my next question, but I have to know. “What about Torin?”

“What about him?”

“We both know he’s a dick.”

“He is,” he replies. “But he’s not gonna fuck up what I’m working toward. And he sure as hell isn’t going to take you away from me.”

I pull back from him a little because this can’t be about his dick. “What if he…” I meet Reeve’s lucid hazel eyes, expecting him to be slightly exasperated about talking through this.

“What if he what?”

“Torin has been on me for years.”

“And?”

“And…what am I supposed to do with that? Withthis?”

Reeve hoists a playful brow. “Wanna find out?”

He doesn’t wait for my answer. The pad of his finger grazes my clit as he slowly circles the sensitive nub over and over again.

“He’s my brother. He’s my best friend, and I hate him most of the time. If he wants you, he better work. If he wants to fuck you, he better treat you right and know that theonlyfucking reason he can is because I trust him with my life. I share a soul with that motherfucker. And it’s because I like you so much, Bay Bay McQueen, that I will inevitably give you anything you want. Even if it’s him…and me.”

“Just had to make sure you threw yourself in there, huh?”

“You can bet your wet-ass pussy, baby, that I would. I didn’t say I was gonna give you the fuck away. He’s got me fucked up if that’s what he believes.”

“I don’t know what he believes.”

“You wanna think about Torin right now?” Reeve straightens his spine and pulls his boyish expression from my cheek to peer down at me darkly. “Or do you wanna think about me? You got me all alone for the first time, baby. What are you gonna do about it?”

My desire for this man shuts up everything residing in it before my palms find his chest and shove, jumping up his body and wrapping my thighs around his hips. “You on the bottom.”

Reeve smiles up at me just before my mouth clashes with his. My tongue demands access, and he quickly obliges, meeting each thrust and sweep with a veracity of his own.

He kisses me like he has all the time in the world. As if nothing else could ever stand in our way. It’s this consuming bubble that I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life in.

When he gets us to his bed, he slowly sits down along the edge, keeping me in his arms and lap as his hands roam and learn every curve of me as if he’s never touched me before.

After a few more seconds of intoxicating bliss, I wiggle from his hold and rise to stand on my wobbly feet. “Take off your pants,” I order, removing my shirt and shoving down the rest of my jeans. Reeve does what I ask, watching me the whole time as I strip down into just my bra and panties.

When he’s all boxers and annoyingly lying there with his shirt still on, I narrow my eyes.

“What?” he asks innocently. “I was waiting to see if you were going to keep your tits from me or not because then I was going to do the same.”

“You know what I want.”

Reeve holds my gaze the whole time when he unhurriedly rips his black shirt over his head. Messing up his hair, he rakes his fingers through it, and I notice a silver ring on his right hand.

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