Page 193 of Pretty Little Lies

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“God, you feel so fucking good and tight. I’m so fucking fucked with you.”

“Same.”

“Fuck, yeah.” Reeve delves into the crook of my neck and begins kissing my neck, drawing that sensitive spot to him and I break apart with seconds of his lips connecting with my warmed flesh.

He directly follows, pumping in and out of me, spilling himself deep inside and not coming up for air.

Until he realizes what he just did.

“Goddamnit.”

“I’m on the pill.”

He looks between us. “Maybe you should get another one.” His clear hazels that look brighter now find my blues. “Honestly…I’d fucking die if you got pregnant with my child.” My face twists before he says, “Don’t get it fucked up. I’d love for you to be the mother of my kids. But let me marry you first.”

I give him a little shove to his chest. “Slow down, killer.”

Grabbing my wrist, he brings my hand up to his lips. “One day, Mrs. Future Stanton.” He presses a long kiss on my hand. “One day.”

“Date me for a year and see if you change your mind.”

“I’m not,” he replies confidently, searing his hazel eyes into me. “I love you too much to ever let you go.”

My heart tugs but I can’t help but say, “That might change.”

“Not with me. Not after you still accept me…after everything.”

I reach for his cheek and pull him closer. “Nothing willeverchange with how I feel about you.”

He looks at me with hope in his eyes. “Promise, McQueen?”

“I promise, Reevie.”

FIFTY-FOUR

bay

“You need more shit.”Torin tosses some wooden spoons in a box and opens up a random cabinet. He almost sounds disgusted; however, I’m not offended.

I’m too distracted to even let it settle in my head. My main concern is getting Dad, and the girls settled and ready for their new surroundings. Mae and Ellie are going to spend a few days with Juice and Hot under the pretense ofa sleepover.And, thankfully, since Dad hasn’t woken, I don’t have to worry about where he’ll stay.

As for me, Nessa is bunked up with her psycho dad and I wasn’t accepting that invitation when she offered it. And Torin has bunkered down on staying with him for the last few days.

It’s ideal—for a second—but I’m not sure how much he’s going to be up my ass. I’m still gettingusedto him being around, looking after me, it’s…I’m adjusting. The only man I’m used to being soaroundis Levi, and that’s second nature. And with experiencing Reeve’sotherside, I’m not looking to acquire two bodyguards.

“Bay.” I glance up at the sound of Torin’s, already watching me and cocking his head to the side through my day stress. “Where you at?”

“I’m here.”

Torin strides toward me, swagger and Pretty Boy vibes all in his arsenal with one hell of a mouth on him. He doesn’t buy my quick answer. I’ve been quiet and sulking, stressed and beside myself. “You know…we’re gonna deal with Vivian, right?”

I do.

However, I still shake my head. “Don’t. I got her ass.”

“Do you?” He quirks a brow, but it’s not questioning, just curious. “Do I want to know?”

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