Page 54 of Overdue

“It is. Gran should be well taken care of here.”

Austen smiles at me. She understands how hard this move is on me. Gran seems to be taking it in stride. I’m the basketcase. My emotions are all over the place. How can I be so excited Austen is moving in, but so sad Gran is leaving? I guess, since they are the two most important women in my life, I want to ensure they’re both happy.

I park the truck, and we get out. Austen takes my hand and pulls me through the front door. The rest of the morning is spent decorating, setting up the television, and meeting the staff.

Gran treats us to lunch at her new place. I have to admit, the food is pretty good. It’s early afternoon when Gran finally insists we head back. Austen says her goodbyes and heads to the truck.

“Listen to me, Reed,” Gran says, as Austen disappears down the hall with Mel. “You make that house yours. Understand? Both of yours. If you want to keep Austen, give her a reason to stay.”

I nod. There’s a freaking knot in my throat again. I give her a hug.

“Are you hearing me?” She pushes me back and gives me a hard stare.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She nods once and closes the door on me. With a sigh, I walk to the front. Standing next to my truck is Austen. It’s weird how when one door closes another one opens.

“Okay, Gran, here goes nothing,” I mumble. “Ready to go home? Our home?”

“Ready when you are,” Austen answers.

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AUSTEN

Reed pulls into the driveway of his house. I can’t believe I’m going to live here. If you had told me I would someday be living with Reed Campbell, I would have smacked you senseless. Or, at the very least, snorted in derision. Now, I can’t think of anything better. He opens my door and pulls me out of his truck.

“Come on, Caraway. We’re burning daylight,” he says. He’s dragging me toward the front door.

“Don’t we need to get my stuff?”

“Later. Let’s figure out where everything’s going first.” He unlocks the door and pulls me inside.

I take a good look around. I know this house isn’t mine, but it feels like Jennie entrusted both of us to take good care of it. Visions of Reed and me staying up at night, painting a fresh coat on the walls fill my vision.

“Are you just going to stand there gauping, or do you want to see the upstairs?” Reed says. Gaup? I’ve never gauped in my life. I swing around to let him know that. He has a wicked gleam in his eyes. Oh. We stare at each other from across the room for just a minute. Then I run for the stairs with him hot on my heels.

I make it to the top of the stairs when a strong arm wraps around my waist. He pushes me against the wall. Then his lips are on mine. He kisses me like I’m his last meal while his hands hungrily tug at my clothes. I understand because I feel the exact same. We part when I tear his T-shirt off over his head.

A grin appears when he pulls my jeans down my legs. He doesn’t wait for me to step out of them. Instead, he throws me over his shoulder. I squirm for a minute until I feel the sting of his hand on my backside. I should be indignant at being treated this way. But can I tell you a secret? I love it.

He unceremoniously throws me on one of the beds. I take a quick peek around before my gaze lands back on him. The lust etched on his face makes me moan. I’ve never had a man look at me like I’m his everything.

“If I’d known you were hiding this under that mini-skirt of your sister’s at the party by the beach, we would have never made it back to town,” he growls. “I would have fucked you then and there. Thought about it all the way back anyway. Stupid.” Then he’s on me.

I feel out of control as he strips me out of my bra and panties. All I want is to feel him moving inside of me. He rolls his hips against my heat until I think I’m going to scream. His boxer briefs are still covering what I need. He knows he’s teasing me. Ass.

“Reed—”

“Shh, let daddy get his fill.”

Oh, no. I place my hands on his chest and shove him as hard as I can. He rolls onto his back next to me. Quickly, I bound up to my knees. I’m no one’s little girl.

I wrap my hands in the waistband of his underwear and pull them off him. He smirks at me as he crosses his hands behind his head. My mouth closes around his cock. We’ll see who's in control.

Salty precum explodes across my tastebuds. I sink down until his cock stretches the back of my throat. He moans and rocks his hips.

“That’s it, show daddy how dirty his girl can be,” he says. My whole body heats at his words. I’m so turned on, I’m almost dripping. The third time I take him to the back of my throat, he places a hand in my hair. Slowly, he pulls me off his cock and to his mouth.

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