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I kind of understood wanting to be alone after without being in the awkward situation of having to kick someone out. After my one and only time, I’d been so happy to be able to just book it out of there. Then again, I hadn’t been on the other side of things. No one had booked it on me.
I didn’t push him to explain the rest of the reason why he didn’t bring women home. Instead, I yawned and snuggled into the pillow. The more the alcohol wore off, the more the repercussions of my actions weighed on me. “I’m scared.”
He turned his head to see me. “I know.”
“Not going to lie to me and tell me it’ll be all right?”
He looked back up at the ceiling. “Let’s see what happens tomorrow.”
I didn’t know what he meant by that, but I didn’t question him. I yawned again and my eyes grew heavy.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The lightfrom the sun woke me and I could have sworn I heard a floorboard creak. I blinked slowly as I woke up, and with each blink, I saw a tattooed arm. Memories from last night replayed in my head and I knew it was Reid’s arm I was lying on. I could also feel him breathing. Every time he inhaled, his chest expanded and pressed against my back.
I was having déjà vu. Except I hadn’t had a dirty dream prior, he wasn’t grinding himself against my ass, and his hand wasn’t up my shirt. Nope. His hand was currently inside my thong, cupping me.
It was unfair that this was my second time being groped in my sleep and he hadn’t even seemed remorseful last time. A bad idea popped into my head. One I was absolutely going to run with. Later I’d blame it on my barely awake brain.
I reached behind me, between us, and slid my hand into his boxer briefs. The moment my fingers wrapped around his hard and surprisingly large cock, I knew he was awake.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he said in that deep voice men get when they just woke up.
“Getting payback,” I said.
His fingers moved as if trying to understand where they were. In the process, he grazed my clit and easily slipped along my folds.
I gasped and unintentionally tightened my grip on his cock.
He inhaled sharply. “You’re wet.” Just with those two words, I could tell he was angry.
So what?I could get just as angry.
“And you’re hard. Your point?” I snapped at him.
As if to spite me, he purposely moved his fingers to stroke my clit. I groaned and stroked him back, squeezing as I moved up and down his cock.
His hips jutted, seemingly involuntarily. “Knock it off,” he growled as he continued to rub that little bundle of nerves between my legs.
I whined as my own hips betrayed me and rocked against his hand, seeking more. “You first,” I had to force out with a breathless voice.
With a grunt, because I hadn’t let up on pumping my hand around him, he slid his fingers through my seam until he found my opening. I didn’t have time to process what he was about to do before he pushed two fingers into my pussy. The abrupt feeling of being stretched made me moan loudly.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Again, he spoke as if that offended him. Yet he didn’t stop thrusting his fingers inside me, making me moan each time. “Stop moaning.” The growl in his voice vibrated against my ear.
What he was asking was impossible. Especially since the heel of his palm ground against my clit whenever he fucked me with his fingers.
“I—I can’t,” I whined. I was going to come. It was just out of reach. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His hips thrust in sync with my hand around him. “Don’t fucking beg!”
“Stop fucking talking!” I growled back. I was almost there. Almost. Right. Fucking. There. “You’re such a fucking asshole.” Every word came out as a whine.
He lips grazed my ear. “This asshole is about to make you come.”
That did me in. I fucking exploded and so did he. His thrusts into my fist turned into spurts the moment I cried out. He grunted and his cum jetted onto my fingers as he continued to fuck my hand until every last drop had been expelled.
My body shook and my pussy pulsed around his fingers. All I could do was breathe as I came back to my body.
