Holding Her Hand (The Reed Brothers 9)

“Didn’t you see the two of them at the party? Always messing around. When you go out there, tell them I look terrible, like I’m not going to make it. Tell them they should be really nice to me. Tell them that I deserve to be spoiled.” Her eyes twinkle at me.

So I do just what she told me. They go back to see her together, and they come out twenty minutes later, both of them looking like kicked puppies. “She looks so bad,” Mick says.

“She looked fine when I saw her,” Mr. Shepherd starts to say, but I press my finger to my lips and he begins to grin. “She’s probably really tired. You all should go home. I’m going to spend the night.”

“You ready to go?” Ryan asks me.

I nod. “Ready when you are.”

Out of the blue, Mick asks Wren if she would like a ride home, and she very shyly accepts. Marta and Emilio take Peck and Star home, while Ryan and I take my car and driver.

“What’s up with that?” Ryan asks.

“What’s up with what?”

“My brother and your sister.”

“I have no idea.” I look up at Ryan. “He’ll be nice to her, right?”

“Of course.”

We get in the car and go to his house. “I’m too tired to build a blanket fort,” he says, scratching his belly as he pulls his shirt over his head.

I pick up pillows from the couch and throw them on the floor. “What happens if I fall in the lava?” I ask as I teeter on one foot.

He narrows his eyes at me. “Then I get to have my way with you.”

I pretend to fall into the imaginary lava. “Oops.”

He stalks toward me and tosses me over his shoulder. When we get to his room, he sets me down, pulls my shirt off quickly, and then he removes my pants and panties. He turns me around to unhook my bra in the back. Without stopping, he bends me over his bed. I hear the jingle of his belt coming undone, and then his pants fall to his ankles. He probes at my entrance with his cock.

“Do we need a condom?” he asks.

“Um, yeah,” I tell him. I’m not on birth control.

He pulls back, goes to the bedside table, and puts on a condom. Then he takes the same spot behind my rear, his dick teasing me.

I press back against him in invitation. He slides in slowly, filling me up, and he presses my shoulders toward the mattress. I lift my bottom so he can go deeper. “God, I love fucking you,” he says close to my ear.

I’m facing away from him so we can’t talk much. I couldn’t talk if I wanted to after a declaration like that.

He slides his hand between me and the mattress and finds my clit, and within a few lunges, he has me clutching at the sheets, with his greedy cock taking every inch of me with short, shallow thrusts, then long, slow pushes.

I turn my head so I can kiss him, and when I come apart, he grunts against my lips and comes with me, pushing me into the mattress with a hand at the small of my back.

I climb naked up the bed and slide under his covers, and he comes with me. I face him so we can talk, even though I want nothing more than to curl into him.

“Did you mean that thing you said earlier today?” I ask.

“What thing?” He grins at me, so I know he remembers.

“The thing about loving me.”

He runs his soft fingertips against my inner thigh. “Yes, I meant it.”

“How do you know?” I wring my hands together.

“Because I think about you all the time. I want to be with you all the time. I can’t breathe when I think about you sometimes, and I don’t know how to tell you how I feel.”