Page 25 of Point of Contact

She slid her palms higher, finding the solid swell of his pecs before giving his nipples a hard pinch. Partly because she wanted to see his reaction, and partly because the man deserved a little bit of pain for all the bullshit he put her through. Sure, he thanked her for saving his ass and bandaging him up, but that didn't even scratch the surface of what she was owed.

Reed hissed against her mouth as his nipples tightened under her fingers, but the move only seemed to make him more focused. More intent.

“Is that how this is gonna be, Princess?” He palmed her ass with the hand not currently fisted in her hair. “I try to apologize and you keep making me pay?”

She smiled against his lips at the accurate assessment as one hand slid down to grip his rigid cock through the thin fabric of his jersey shorts. “You don’t seem too bothered by it.”

Reed groaned, the sound passing from his mouth to hers as he sucked on her bottom lip. “I’m fucking bothered by you.”

“Good.” She worked her hand into the waistband of his shorts, wrapping her fingers around him. “Because I’m fucking bothered by you too.”

He was absolutely infuriatingly irritating, and apparently that directly translated into the uncontrollable urge to rip his clothes off and fuck him right here in the rest stop bathroom.

Because that’s what she was about to do.

Right up until the earth fell out from under her.

Or, more specifically, the sink.

Courtney yelped as the porcelain under her ass suddenly gave way, dropping her straight toward the cement floor. Luckily, Reed’s grip on her was tight enough to keep her from ending up even grosser than she already was. He pinned her to his chest as the sink went crashing down, breaking into two pieces on impact. The separation of the pipes sent water spewing out at them, soaking her back and Reed’s bandaged feet.

She stared at the growing mess, legs still locked around his waist. “We should go.”

“Agreed.” Reed carefully set her down before grabbing her hand and leading her out of the bathroom, through the lobby of the small building housing the restrooms and a vending area, and into the parking lot. They were almost to the camper when he glanced her way. “You always go around breaking shit?”

She scoffed. “Me?” She shoved at his shoulder with her free hand. “You’re the one who put me up there. That was definitely your fault.”

"It wasn't my ass that broke it." He grabbed the passenger's door and yanked it open, motioning for her to get in.

Courtney shook her head. "That's your seat. I'm the driver."

Reed reached for her, snagging the front of her filthy shirt before she could get away and hauling her toward the seat. "Youwerethe driver. I'm the driver now." He all but picked her up and dropped her into place before plucking the keys from her hand. buckling her in and closing the door.

She glared at him as he rounded the front and jumped in beside her. He started the engine and shifted into drive. "Don't look at me like that."

Courtney crossed her arms, continuing to glare. "Like what?"

He adjusted the side mirror as they moved toward the on-ramp. "Like I'm being unreasonable." He brought them up to speed and merged into the slow lane. "You're fucking exhausted. I can see it in your eyes. You need to rest." He jerked his chin toward the back end of the camper. "Why don't you go lay down and get some sleep."

She wrinkled her nose. "Ew. No. I’m not laying down on that gross bed."

His head snapped her way, brows pinched together. "But you laid me across it?"

"What was I supposed to do with you? Leave you on the floor?" Courtney slumped down in her seat, propping both feet up on the dash. "And for the record, I put fresh sheets on the mattress before I laid you on top of it."

Reed worked his jaw from side to side as they continued down the highway. "So you managed to make it out of Walmart with clothes, shoes, beverages, and a set of sheets?"

Courtney wiggled one finger in his direction, aiming at his head. "Don’t forget the bandages." She paused "And a couple towels and some soap."

Reed glanced down at himself before peeking her direction. "Why didn't you clean up too?"

She shrugged. "I didn't really have any injuries I needed to worry about getting infected. And it was getting late and I wanted to get the fuck out of Florida."

He was quiet for a few minutes, leaving her to wonder what he was thinking. It sure didn't seem like he was thinking about what happened back at the rest stop. Which was unfortunate, considering it was all she could think about.

That might have been the hottest, most intense three and half minutes of her life. And the memory of it left her with an ache between her thighs. "Maybe I am tired. I think I will go lay down." Courtney gripped the back of her seat and hefted to her feet before wobbling down the narrow path leading to the back bedroom. She dropped onto the mattress, settling into the same spot where Reed had been lying not so long ago, before slipping one hand into the waistband of her shorts.

She was ridiculously wet from just that little bit of contact in the bathroom and desperately needed a release after storing up so much fear and frustration over the past twenty-four hours. Too bad that damn sink broke before Reed could take care of it for her. The man ran so hot—burned with so much focus and drive—that she could only imagine what he was capable of accomplishing when it came to physical interactions. He probably ate a pussy like a fucking champ. Went at it like his life depended on the satisfaction he provided.

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