Page 12 of Just One Night
She was always on some kind of diet when we were in high school. Addie told me her mother was really strict about Heather’s body—she always made comments about it and always made her feel bad about it. When she started to fill out, her mother was upset, apparently, that her seventeen-year-old daughter couldn’t fit in the same clothes she could when she was fourteen.
It made me sick then and it makes me sick now.
After putting our dishes in the dishwasher, I make my way to the living room. The blanket is tightly around her and her eyes are closed. Walking to her, I scoop her up, cradling her against my chest as I walk toward the bedroom. She’s tired and as much as I want to fuck her, I’m not going to push her.
“I can walk,” she says.
“I know.” I kick the door closed behind us. “I’ll grab you a shirt.” I gently put her on the bed, tucking the blanket around her shoulders again. I grab a clean t-shirt from the closet and turn around to find her frowning. “What?”
“That’s it?” She asks. “That’s all we’re doing? A little foreplay, fucking once, some dinner, and now we’re going to bed?” My lips twitch, but I try to keep a straight face.
“You looked tired, princess,” I say gently. “I’m not going to use your body when you’re worn out.” Her shoulders slump.
“If this was a mistake—”
“It’s not a fucking mistake,” I growl. I drop the shirt on the bed as I sit in front of her, bracing my hands on either side of her. Leaning forward, she’s forced to lean back. We do that until she’s on her back and I’m looming over her. “This was not a mistake, Heather.”
“Then why don’t you want to fuck me again?” She whispers, hurt lacing her words. “Do you not think I’m pretty? Was it not good for you?” I sit back, stunned.
“Are you kidding?” I ask, my voice low. She slowly sits back up, her chin trembling. “Of course, I think you’re pretty, baby. You’re fucking gorgeous—the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
“But you don’t want—”
“Idowant to fuck you again,” I say. “I just didn’t want you pushing yourself because you thought I was expecting more. If you’re tired, that’s alright. What we’ve done is more than enough.”
“But I’m not tired,” she says quickly, sitting a little straighter. “And I really want this—” she looks away shyly. I smile, loving this new, bumbling, awkward version of her. “I wantyou.”
“Want me to what?” I ask, leaning forward again. Her breath catches as her eyes widen. “Tell me, princess. Remember, I need to hear your words.”
“Fuck me,” she breathes.
8
HEATHER
He pounces.
I really should’ve been careful about what I wished for, because Reid has a look in his eye that is telling me I’m going to be a changed woman after tonight. No one is going to compare to this man—I knew that from the moment our eyes met in the bar.
“This what you want?” He growls as he crawls over me, pulling the blanket off, exposing my body. He dips down, kissing my neck then sucking the skin into his mouth. There’s a part of me that hopes he’ll mark me so I can walk around for days showing everyone I’m his.
Even if it was just for tonight.
“Reid, please,” I moan against his neck. He pulls away and looks down at me, his dark blue eyes hooded.
“I like when you beg me,” he smirks. Slowly, he presses his lips to the base of my throat, then along my collar bones and down to my breasts. “Look at these,” he breathes as he sucks on the curve of my breast, “perfect.” He licks his way to my nipple, then sucks on it gently.
I arch my back, pushing my breasts out toward his face. He groans as he moves to the other nipple, biting gently on it. Irun my fingers through his hair, moaning as he licks it back and forth with his tongue.
“You want my cock, baby?” he rasps as he lifts up, staring down at me. He grips one wrist, then the other and pin them above my head with one of his hands.“Beg me, princess. Beg me for it. Beg me to fuck your tight pussy.”
“Please,” I say as I lick my lips. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together. “Please, please fuck me, Reid. I want your cock so bad.”
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“Your dirty girl,” I purr and he groans.
“Fuck yeah, you are.” He dips back to my mouth, kissing me roughly as he shoves the front of his boxers down and presses his cock against my entrance. “God damn.” He groans as he slides deeper inside me. “So fucking good.”
