Page 239 of Pretty Little Lies

I don’t answer him, meshing my lips back to his so that he just shuts up and ceases all attempts to talk his way through my decisions.

He’s driving into me next, filling me to the hilt as he fucks me hard. Not like Torin with force and the loss of my movement, but the way he wants to ram the ideas he wants to have happen in my head.

Nothing changes this.

Not unless Torin wakes the hell up and, even then, it’d be a God-given miracle. Torin is so stricken by grief that I can’t get through. He loved me and now hates me. But that attraction hasn’t broken and we’re like two opposite sides of a magnet.

“I love you,” Reeve whispers, as my bare ass hits the freezing metal behind me. “Don’t make me give you up. I can’t do that, Bay. Let me take care of you.”

Please stop.

That’s what I want to say.

Tears irritatingly burn the back of my eyes as I lean in and wrap my arms around Reeve’s neck, breathing him in and tucking my head within the safe confines of it.

“You were made for me. You’re all I ever wanted, baby.”

I press a chaste kiss to his throat as he continues…making love to me.

The idea hits me so violently that a shutter takes over my body, making Reeve growl in appreciation that he’s affecting me.

That Ifeelsomething for him that doesn’t need a verbal altercation. I love him, I told him I was falling, but adding on to his sentiment isn’t going to make this easier.

“You know I can do this,” he says. “You know I can take care of you. Give me a chance. I won’t let you down, McQueen. I promise.”

And I believe him.

Nonetheless, he doesn’t hold the magical key to freeing my sisters or Levi.Torin does. And time is ticking where I have to bury Dad and grab my family.

“You’re taking care of me now,” I whisper. “You always do.”

“McQueen.” My nickname is a summons as I reluctantly pull myself from his body.

I’m promptly met with hazel eyes and a look of determination. Always that look dawning on his face, because when he wants something, he doesn’t stop until he gets it.

It’s how he got me.

“Kiss me.” The boy doesn’t have to ask me twice as I lean forward, meshing our lips together once more and relishing howhe makes me feel whole. How I feel so utterly wanted and loved in his embrace.

Never again will there be a Reeve Stanton.

Never will there be another moment that I’ll have with someone else. He’s my sunshine, the warm breeze on my face, and the place I go to feel peace.

My body surrenders to his touch, the way his mouth moves with mine. I’m at a complete loss with Reeve, but I feel found.

My breathing begins to become strained as the workings of an orgasm warn me of its arrival. Reeve must feel or sense it because he slows for a few seconds before amping back up, driving it from my body as I scream Reeve’s name, clutching onto him for dear life as the world spins around me.

Reeve follows close behind, chanting my name over and over again as he milks every ounce of his cum inside me.

After a few seconds, he slowly sets me to my feet, but keeps his grip on me. Reaching for one of my socks on the ground, he wipes himself clean in easy strokes.

“Reeve—”

“Don’t say anything I’m not going to like.” His hazels bore into me with almost the same velocity as Torin’s, but not quite. He means business, but a whole other sort of venture. “Don’t do it, Bay.”

“I…I can’t wait.”

“I’ll get them.”

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