Page 69 of Faking Summer
"Good girl," he growled, his voice sending tremors down my spine. "That's exactly what I want to hear when I slide inside you."
He started rolling his hips, thrusting into me with the most delicious and relentless rhythm. He fucked me hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips so tight I knew there’d be bruises tomorrow. I was already on the verge again, my walls clenching around him.
“I’m about to—” I started, just as he cut me off.
“Not yet,” he growled, stopping his movements completely and holding me back for the second time, making me angrier by the second.
"Reese, what the fuck?" I breathed, my frustration at an all time high. "This is torture."
I gasped as he shifted me, lifting my body until my back was pressed flush against his chest. His breath was hot on my ear as he bit down lightly. One hand slid around my waist, his fingers finding my swollen clit and rubbing it in slow, tantalizing circles. The other hand gripped my throat, holding me in place. I whimpered, so desperate for release I could hardly think straight. I tried to press my hips back against him, desperate for relief, but he held me still.
“You want me to make you scream? Fuck you until you can’t walk, Chaos? Tell me if you were jealous,” he demanded, his fingers teasing me mercilessly.
"Fine. Yes," I admitted, my voice unsteady. "I thought you were taking her on a date." I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. "But it wasn’t just jealousy… I thought you were going to humiliate me again."
Reese stilled. His fingers stopped, tension snapping into the space between us.
"Again?" he echoed, his voice suddenly sharp and unreadable.
Just then, we both heard the door to the locker room open. I held my breath, my body tensing. “This can not be happening,” I said under my breath.
The unmistakable echo of footsteps reverberated through the locker room. Reese's reflexes kicked in quickly. He scooped me up with ease. He swept up our discarded clothes and tossed them into his open locker.
"Shhh," he breathed as he carried me toward the showers, my legs wrapped around him. The curtain shut behind us as Reese closed us inside.
"No one can see you in here," he whispered. Reese they’d be able to see, he towered above the shower wall. But I was safely out of view, the first time being short has come in handy.
"You said no one would be in here," I said, shooting him a glare.
He grinned, obviously liking the danger of this moment. "Guess I was wrong," Reese murmured, showing no signs of regret.
"Reese?” Bailey shouted from across the locker room.
"Take the rest of your clothes off," Reese commanded, his voice low and urgent.
He slid off his clothes and held them in one hand, exposing every glorious inch of him. As he moved towards me, his fingers brushed against my skin, electric and burning, as they trailed up to grasp my shirt, tugging it over my head. My bra followed, and then we were both completely exposed. Reese took our clothes and hung them on a hook just outside the shower.
The sound of running water began to fill the space, drowning out Bailey's voice that was inching closer.
I stepped closer to Reese, my fingers running across the cool metal of the pendant necklace that he always wore. The droplets from the shower made it gleam against his tanned skin. "You reallynever take this off, do you?" I whispered, not being able to imagine him without it.
Reese shook his head, a motion that sent water trailing from his dark hair. "Never," he responded.
“Saw your truck out front." Bailey called out, the voice getting closer.
"What's up man?” Reese yelled back, trying to play it cool.
The steam was thick, covering us like a dirty secret, clinging to the tiles and fogging up the shower. I knew we weren’t the only two people in here, but I didn’t care right now. Not when he was here, his body towering over me, his tanned skin slick and steaming under the scalding water.
"Just wanted to see if you were almost done with your workout," Bailey responded, like he was right next to us now. "Thought we could grab some food."
His muscles were taut, water dripping down his chest. I smirked to myself, thinking about how he was torturing me a few minutes ago, and now it was my turn to return the favor—two could play this game.
My lips brushed his collarbone first, feather-light before I trailed kisses lower, my tongue darting out to taste the water on his abs.
He barely got the words out to Bailey, who was waiting for his response as he said, “Nah, man, not hungry. I'll catch you later.”
When my mouth grazed along the v-line of his waist, I felt his body tense, he knew exactly what I was about to do. His fingers traced my jaw, tilting my face up to look at him, “bad girl,” he mouthed, before swiping his thumb over my lower lip.
