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I wasn’t referring to Reid’s speed and he knew it as he cut me off.
“I’ll go slow. I’ll show you it’s me who you need to be with. But don’t keep this from me.Don’t give it to anyone else either.”
I whimpered, and before I could say more, Reid withdrew his cock, turning me onto my stomach. He straddled my upper thighs, filling me as he lowered his face to the side of mine.
“Reach under and play with your clit. Touch yourself, Taur.”
“You remembered.”
“I remember everything.”
I angled, sliding my hand underneath me so that I could press my fingertips over the top of my pussy. At the pressure and pleasure, I felt the comforting sense of home cloak around me even more. It was stupid to cling to a sexual touch as a piece of nostalgia, but hadn’t I found the act empowering? Emmett didn’t allow me to touch myself during sex. I got so good at pretending. I didn’t have to pretend anymore.
“You’re going to come again, and we both know this is the fastest way. Every time. It never fails.”
My lids closed, and I turned my face towards Reid’s.His lips brushed mine as he thrust at almost an agonizing pace. It barely took time to build myself up with how thick and swollen he stayed. He was trying to hold off for me. Just knowing that I was close to getting what I wanted left me moving my fingers faster.
“Fuck.” The word elongated as Reid reached under, cupping my breast. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, and I dug my toes into the mattress as I felt my orgasm nearly hit me. “That’s it, baby. You’re going to come again. You’ve missed being with me, and I’ve missed you. But I’m going to make up for it.” Harder, he thrust, slamming forward. “I’m going to come all in your pussy, and then I’m going to lick it clean.”
“Reid.R-eid.”
Spasms hit me hard as I shook through the rolling waves of ecstasy.
“Get used to screaming my name. It’ll be the only one you ever cry out like this again.” He pounded, leveling even with my ear as his own body jerked and shot after shot of his cum pumped into me. “From now on, I’m the only one allowed in your pussy. That’smycum christening you into our new life.You’re mine, Tauren. Even if we’re apart.”
I felt my eyes open, and the dread and questions came barreling back through,convincingme of my fears and what I knew in the deepest, darkest parts of me.
…I didn’t just survive monsters. I created them.
CHAPTER 11
REID
Happy.
Hope.
Home…
After almost two weeks with Tauren, I felt like a new person. Like someone had revived an old piece of me and brought it back to life. We laughed about funny stories I told of my time in the service. I confessed secrets I wasn’t supposed to tell a soul. She cried as she relived all the horrible shit Emmett would say and do to her. Every second we were glued to each other, talking, engrossed in conversation, in sync. Neither of us could get enough. And not just of the sex. We had a lot of that. But of being friends again. Of having every piece of each other. I never wanted it to end, even if I feared it would. I couldn’t lose this part of myself again. I’d been dead, and now I had been reborn. I was hers. I always had been. Tauren was my only reason for living.
“Don’t move.Don’t breathe.”
Tauren’s hand rose, and she slowed as she approached the large house of cards we’d spent the last hour building up. She looked over at me giggling like we were kids again. My smile stayed even though it was like time had stopped. My heart swelled, and I tried to ignore the voice that kept warning me to pull back. To distance myself so I didn’t make the same mistake I’d made before. It was the only thing that always led to an argument.
“It was an interview, Reid. An interview,” she emphasized. “You leave in two weeks. Where did you think I was going?”
“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“To bike to a job interview? Bullshit. You knew how excited I was about this. Why would you hide and follow me? I told you I’d be fine. I said I’d see you when I got home. The same thing happened last week when I went with Becky to get groceries. You followed us. I saw you. Why are you doing this?”
“You don’t need a job.”
“I want one! Don’t change the subject.”
“I’m not. And I get that you want a job. That’s fine, but it’s not always safe. You should have just let me drive you?—”
“You’re not listening. I didn’t want a ride. I want you to back off. You want to be with me, but I can’t breathe when you get like this. I can’t think. Sometimes you’re just… you’re too fucking much. Let me be!”
