Page 191 of Pretty Little Lies

Holy shit.

How the hell did Cairo Black get so damn hot all of a sudden?

“I wanna talk to you outside,” Reeve’s voice recites, and before I can open my mouth to tell himsure,he growls out with, “Now.”

Alright…so he’s mad, too.

I bob my head and follow—more like limp—after Reeve, who’s already headed through the living room and into the garage.

Once I’m slowly taking the cement steps to the ground floor of the garage, Reeve’s lifting me the rest of the way and closing the door with an irritated bang behind us.

His forearm props me up by my ass as he sits me on the wrecked front end of Dad’s Nova. I dare not examine the damn thing right now, but Reeve doesn’t give me a chance, nestling himself between my legs and demanding my full focus.

“You could’ve gotten hurt,” he mutters before his fingers rest on top of my naked thighs.

I changed into shorts and a new tee, Levi’s strict orders, before getting told what to do minutes ago.

“I know,” I tell him. “But I wouldn’t have crashed if it wasn’t for that moron who?—”

“You could’veleftme,” he glowers, those harmonious vibes about him quickly disappearing before my eyes. I can hear the sheer worry that he felt, and I regret that. I’d never want him to feel that way about anything.

But it happened, and I can’t control everyone’s movements in a race.

“I’m sorry, Reevie. It’s the last thing I’d ever want?—”

“Take my dick out, stroke it, then I want you to let me fuck you on top of this machine that could’ve removed you from my life.”

My hands—things that apparently have a mind of their own—find the waistband of his jeans as they quickly undo the button of his pants.

Reeve slides his hand through the space between my cotton shorts and thigh, finding my clit through my underwear, and slowly begins to perform sluggish circles against it.

It only causes my movements to quicken.

“Do you know the sort of sheer panic I went through?” he asks me. “I watched that car flip.”

I couldn’t imagine, even though I’ve seen many people wreck. However, not someone I really cared for. Levi thankfully never got into too huge of an accident where I was borderline my own stroke.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “But I’m fine. Just bruised up and?—”

“You shouldn’t havebeenthere.”

My temper clicks on, but I shut it back off. He was scared shitless, and he has to yell at me for a minute.

I can handle that.

“Reevie,” I say softly. “I was trying to win money so I could get a place for my family to live.”

His brows clash. “Do you think I wouldn’t take care of you?”

“It’s not that I don’t—” He yanks on my pants. The fabric digs into the creases of my upper thighs.

“You’remine,” he sneers in my face before his lips crash violently onto mine.

I’m unable to grasp the full contents of the kiss before Reeve bites down on my lower lip, demanding my submission and sole concentration on how he’s feeling and reacting.

My mellow boy.

I recognize that, when Reeve is like this, it definitely should be taken seriously. He doesn’t give me shit for much at all but, since is his first qualm with me, I need to really accept and understand it.

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