Page 82 of What Is Love
A hand squeezed around my breast, making me aware that also wasn’t a dream.
Is it Wyatt?
Just as I thought that, an alarm started beeping, followed by a groan coming from behind Roe. The beeping stopped and Wyatt sat up. He didn’t move for a second, still trying to wake up. The person behind me, which from the process of elimination I knew was Reid, squeezed my breast again before thrusting his hips, trying to bury his hard cock even farther between my buttcheeks.
As startled as I was turned on, I tried not to react. He scooted closer and I felt his nose brush my ear before he buried it in my hair to breathe me in.
I watched Wyatt get up and walk to the bathroom all while Reid continued to knead my breast. Just as Wyatt shut the door, Reid’s fingers found my nipple. He kept running his finger over it, making my breath hitch.
He mumbled something incoherently and I knew he was still asleep.
I was unsure about the best way to handle this, but I knew I needed to stop him. “Reid,” I whispered.
He didn’t hear me, but Roe did. His eyes opened and he blinked a few times with a confused, tired look. “What’s wrong?”
“Reid,” I said a little louder, but then let out a little whine as Reid tugged on my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As that noise left my lips, my body jerked against him, and he thrust back.
I felt bad, but after waking up from a spicy dream to him stimulating my nipple, and how wrong and taboo the situation was, I felt like…
“I might come if he doesn’t stop,” I said breathlessly to Roe.
Roe sat up and threw back the covers to see his best friend’s hand up my shirt. He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. He cleared his throat. “Reid!” His voice was firm and loud enough to make Reid go still behind me.
Reid’s hand twitched on my breast just before his face lifted away from the back of my head. I turned slightly to see him staring down at me. His eyes widened and he slowly pulled his hand from my shirt. He rolled away from me and sat on the edge of the bed.
I sat up, too, and leaned against the headboard as I stared at his back.
“Were you having a nice dream, Reid?” Roe teased him.
Reid ran his hands down his face, clearly not in the mood. “Don’t fucking start.”
The door to the bathroom opened and Wyatt walked out, yawning. Reid got to his feet so quick and stalked past Wyatt into the bathroom. He shut the door harder than necessary.
Wyatt glanced back at the bathroom. “Did something happen?”
“You’ll need to ask Reid,” Roe said, staring at me.
I looked away, biting my lip.
“What’s wrong?” Roe asked.
“I feel like I’m supposed to explain or apologize,” I said.
Roe didn’t respond right away. It looked like he was thinking over his words first. “Well, are you mine?”
I couldn’t be his. That truth was like a sucker punch of reality. I couldn’t give myself to anyone of my choosing because I’d never belonged to myself. I was Mother’s property, and as much as I wished it wasn’t true, she had sold me to Brandon. I could yell and scream at him all I wanted, but I knew in my gut he was just as determined to own me as Mother was to sell me.
I shook my head.
He looked away to hide what he felt. “Because you belong tohim, right?”
“Our parents want us together,” I said.
I could feel his frustration pulsing off of him. “If you had to choose?—”
Also feeling frustrated, I climbed off the bed. “Don’t ask me that.”
“Why?” Roe asked, scooting to the edge of the bed.
