Page 27 of Reed

I’m more than capable of doing this alone, and I’d resigned myself to the fact I would, but I won’t lie. I’d like nothing more than a loving family for this baby, much like the one I had with Jaxon.

What if someone isn’t allowed the same happiness twice in their lives?My stomach twists at the thought.

Reed clears his throat, and I turn toward him. He drags his hand through his hair, ruffling it. Something I’m sure would annoy him if he knew it caused it to look messy.

“I don’t think I’m well dressed for soccer.” He grimaces, then glances toward me, an awkward smile tugging on his handsome face.

Glancing over at his dress shirt and pants, I roll my lips—definitely not soccer attire. “You’ll be fine.” I try to give him a reassuring smile, but his eyes glimmer with vulnerability, and I hate it, especially when he’s normally so strong and domineering.

So controlled.

“And my fucking boxers are still damp.” He winces slightly, making me giggle.

As we pull into the parking lot, which is nothing more than a grassy patch of land in Ridgeway, his emerald eyes widen and his chest heaves, and I’m struck with the realization of just how much Reed is out of his comfort zone.

“You can just leave me here, and I’ll grab a lift home with Tyson?” I suggest, feeling the need to put him out of his misery.

His spine straightens. “Absolutely. Fucking. Not.”

I’m unsure if it’s Tyson driving me home or the thought of leaving me here that makes him so possessive, but I decide to go with the latter in hope of him wanting more than a quick fuck in the kitchen.

I move to open the door, but his hand stops me. “I’ll get the door.” He hops out of the SUV, rounds the front, and opens my door for me. “Do you need me to lift you down?” A line appears between his eyebrows, and I burst out into a giggle.

“I’m not an invalid, Reed.” I bat his hand away and slide out of the car, then slam the door shut. “Besides, you just fucked me senseless. You weren’t so concerned then.” I grin up at him, and his hands hold my hips as he pushes me back against the SUV door.

He nuzzles into my neck. “I did, didn’t I? And you’ve no idea how fucking hot it is to know you’re coated in my cum.” Wetness flows from me, and he licks a trail from my earlobe to my lower neck where he buries his face against me, breathing me in, and his sandalwood scent encompasses me. “Is my cum leaking out of you?”

I’m almost rendered speechless at his words. While the crowd seems to get louder, this man who consumes my body has me backed up against my SUV, whispering dirty words into my ear, clawing his passion from inside me, forcing it to the surface. “Ye-yes.”

“Fuck.” He pushes his hard ridge against me. “You’ve no idea how much I want to feel my cum seep from your pussy lips, Gia.” Then he chuckles and pulls back to stare into my eyes. “I actually want to bury my face in your pussy and lick my cum from inside you. Can you believe that?” He shakes his head, as if bemused by his thoughts.

My mouth moves, but I say nothing. What can I say? That I want him to do just that, to taste himself from inside me.

“There you are.” Tyson appears from the crowd. “You missed Bryce’s shot at the goal. The kid almost had it.” His eyes dart from mine to Reed’s, with a knowing smirk I want to slap off his face.

Reed clenches his jaw shut and steps back, not even trying to hide the hardness in his pants as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You might want to hide the stiffy. There’re kids over there, pretty obscene to be aroused around kids,” Tyson jokes, loving the way Reed shifts from foot to foot.

Reed grimaces, then looks over his shoulder toward the game. “Fuck. Gimme a minute.”

He nods toward me and walks around the other side of the SUV while Tyson leads me toward the game, and as much as I want to watch Bryce, my mind can’t help but wander to the man who has my heart captivated and my pussy clenching.

REED

Sliding into the backseat of the SUV, I’m relieved not only to have windows that are blacked out, but because we were so late, we are parked so far away from the game. I waste no time in unbuckling my pants, pushing down my boxers, and lifting my thick cock and heavy balls over the material.

There’s only one way to get rid of my current situation, and that’s fucking my hand to thoughts of Gia and her hot pussy wrapped around my cock as if she’s made for me.

My hand pumps faster and faster at the thought of her pussy leaking my cum into her panties while standing in a crowd of people unaware of her predicament.

“Fuck, yes,” I grunt with a shift of my hips, and imagine splashing my cum over her stomach and circling the tip of my cock around her pointed nipple. For some reason unknown to me before today, I want to taste myself on her, only on her. My balls draw up, and I hiss. The thought of her on her knees as I plunge into her wet mouth is my undoing, and my cock unleashes rope after rope of warm cum over my hand and down my shaft. “Fuck.”

My chest rises and falls, so I relax back into the leather, then shouts of encouragement snap my gaze to the crowd beyond the window, and I’m brought back down to earth.

I’m at a child’s soccer game, dressed in clothes that resemble work attire, and worse, I’m covered in cum.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

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