Page 192 of Pretty Little Lies

He thought he was going to lose me and that shaped him into this; pissed off, anxious, and in desperate need of making sure I’m okay.

“Touch me, McQueen,” he chides, then leads with his tongue, diving into my mouth with hunger.

Finding his hard length and following those orders, I stroke him, feeling the velvety skin underneath the silky boxers he’s wearing, and—why the hell is he wearing silk boxers?

Two fingers slide easily inside me, and I gasp as he works me frantically to a pace ofturned-onandragey.

I open my legs wider, and he takes that as his signal to fuck me to his little heart’s content.

Arriving at his cock, he pushes my hand away and guides himself to my entrance. Keeping the deep digging of my panties and shorts to the side so it’s easy for him to slide inside.

And he does.

In one fast and forceful thrust, taking me whole and wild. His feral grunts of pleasure fill my ears, and it only makes me want more. It only causes me to become wetter and more sated with Reeve Stanton every time we find ourselves like this.

I’m falling more in love with this dude.

I’ve never felt so confident about someone who wasn’t in my immediate circle and the fact that I caused him fear or mental pain hurts me just as much.

Reeve fucks me like he won’t be able to again. His hand finds my lower back to ground me in one spot as my ass grinds against the broken hood of my dad’s dream, and I still know that everything is going to be fine when he’s around.

“Promise me you won’t be so reckless again,” he censures through his teeth and each forceful prod of his rigid cock, stretching and demanding for me to take all his fear and wrath.

I mean, I’ll take it.

“I promise—” His hand wraps around my throat, preventing my next words from leaving that he asked me for.

Pulling me closer to his face, his is deadly. Those beautiful hazels mixed with perfect shards of greens and browns areglazed over in unadulterated madness. “Don’t let me find you doing this to me again. I willfuckyou into listening to me. I will keep you until I’ve screwed you so hard that you can’t remember your own damn name. I’m absolutely fucking crazy for you, McQueen. The shit I’m capable of doing with you…it’s not all Beach Boy vibes and sweet nothings in your ears. Piss me off, and you’re gonna see another side.”

I hear him.

I do.

Nonetheless, all I canfeelis how much he means it as he stretches and fills me.

“I got it,” I answer faithfully.

“Do you?” He bottoms out inside me, and I cry out, but he squeezes my throat harder to keep it from being loud. “I want you. I’malwaysgonna want you. Remember that. However, my patience isn’t limitless, and I’d really enjoy making you hurt, McQueen.”

“Like this?” I arch my back, and he draws in a sharp breath through his teeth.

“Just like this, baby.” He fucks me harder, and I’m going to be deliciously sore tomorrow. “And so much more.”

“I’m sorry.”

His features become a bit softer when he says, “I know. But I’ve lost so much, McQueen. I don’t want you to be one of them.”

God, is it possible to love someone more in just a moment?

I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on to him for dear life before I break apart and shatter underneath him.

“Looks like you’re so close,” Reeve mutters through each brutal thrust. “Your cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink, and you have this look about you that shows me that you’re gonna take all of me just how you were meant to.”

I bob my head against each push, and Reeve doesnotlet up. He only drives his point into me. He shows me how long andquick he can go, the stamina built up for me, and the way he’ll punish me—if you wanna call it that—if I keep making stupid decisions.

“Fuck, Reeve…”

“Fuck is right,” he says. “Always fucking. Always us. Always together. I’m always gonna want to take care of you, baby.”

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