Page 240 of Pretty Little Lies

“When?” I shoot back. “Levi is looking at time. And I need Mae and Ellie—” I stop myself there because to have to say it again is absolutely killing me.

“They’ll be home. Then you can get them to your dad.”

My gut sinks because he doesn’t know. And, if I tell him, Reeve is going to believe that I’m doing all this just because I’m not in the right mindset.

I’m not.

However, I’m on limited fucking time here.

He reaches up to brush away some of the hair that’s fallen every which way, but I jerk my face away because he’s getting to me again. Reeve is doing thatthingwhere he calms me down so much that if he told me to jump off a cliff, I’d ask him if he wanted me to cannonball or nosedive.

“Stop. Don’t promise me those things,” I protest. “Torin is a petty bitch, and I don’t need you fighting with him about?—”

“Now you’re gonna tellmewhat to do?” He quirks a brow, throwing back my own agreements. “I don’t fucking think so.”

“It’s done, Reeve.”

“No, it’s not. Give me a fucking chance to fix this.”

“You can’t.”

“I can,” he snaps. “Don’t underestimate me because I don’t go walkin’ around with my chest puffed out all the time and bragging that I have some Titan seat. I don’t need to do that; it’s not my style.”

“Reeve, I don’t need you to act like Superman. I like you the way you are. But there’s nothing you can do right now to get them back, like,rightnow.”

“You’renotmarrying Ramsey.” He pushes his body into mine again and braces both arms on each side of my body. “I told you before, McQueen, you’re gonna marry me. I wasn’t fuckin’ around when I said it.”

And if he asked me, a year from now or two, I’d more than likely say yes.

I could picture a whole life with him. I could see every day with him making me happy, fucking me against every surface and whispering the sweetest and most dirtiest shit in my ear.

I could love him forever. I’m sure of it.

“Don’t make this harder for yourself, Reeve,” I say flatly for the both of us. “It was always a means to an end.”

“I never saw an end. I only see me and you.”

My eyes close on their own, squeezing together to maybe prevent his wordsfrompenetrating my brain but they do.

All of them.

“It’s over,” I say off a disheartened mumble. “I need someone who’s going to make moves. I don’twantyou.”

“That’s a fucking lie,” he leers in a low baritone that sets my skin aflame. “You just creamed all over my cock for me to go back home and jack off to it later.” My pussy backstabs me and clenches, causing my body to buzz because that sounds so fucking hot. “You wanna see it, baby? Come over”—he leans in, leaving his wicked mouth hovering over mine—“you can watch me stroke it to thoughts of you. How much I can’t take it. How much it’s still hungry for you even when you’re not there.”

“Stop…” It’s a plea because in a few more seconds I’m going to risk getting everything back just to have Reeve with me.

But not Ellie and Mae.

How is he going to get Levi out of jail?

“You want this,” he says, so dangerously close to kissing me when he towers over me. “You want me. You want all the dirty motherfuckin’ things I can do to you. We haven’t even gotten started yet, McQueen. The shit I want to do to you is an endless list. And I’m still gonna do them all.”

“That’s all you want to do is fuck me,” I utter, trying my damnedest to dismiss everything he’s saying to me.

But it’s futile.

It doesn’t evensoundconvincing.

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