Just let Reeve care for me. Let him see me for who I am, not what I look like… And please! Have him take me away from all this.
But how will I survive the week before the week?
He’s only just left and I already need him back again.
In one day, one stupid pre-rehearsal, I’ve gone from the pitiful bridesmaid whose dress never fits, to quite possibly the luckiest girl on earth.
A whole week with Reeve!
It cancels out everything else, nothing could make me happier right now.
There’s a sudden tapping at my window, which makes me jump until I recognize the huge outline of the man himself.
In a heartbeat, I’ve slid open the window, his perfect teeth glowing in the semi-darkness outside.
“If I’m gonna be your minder, then you have to do what I say,” he says in a low voice, leaning closer at the same time I do, our noses almost touching through the screen as he lowers himself to be at my eye level.
It’s the most thrilling thing I’ve heard, and an instant tsunami for my already quivering pussy.
I try to say something in reply. Anything.
I have so many questions, but in his gravelly voice, he only gives me a simple instruction as if our lives depend on it.
“Just make sure it’s me who picks you up for the next wedding rehearsal. We’ll talk more than,” he says firmly.
Robbed of the power of speech, I can only jerk my head up and down, feeling it starting to spin at the same time.
This is turning into the best day ever.
“But that’s days away,” I finally manage as I drop my gaze to the floor. Hoping he would climb through the window, toss me down on the bed, and show me just how he intends to look after me.
But there are only the leaves of the bushes moving when I look up.
Reeve doing what he’s been trained to do, appear and disappear at will.
There’s one place he’ll always be from now on though. In my heart. Forever.
I won’t deny it.
Try as I might, I just can’t help it.
I’ve fallen deep, headfirst into the Reeve Bannon chasm. And I don’t have any plans on even trying to stop or lift myself out when I hit the bottom.
Not now, not ever.
Maybe mom’s right after all.
I really do need looking after, don’t I?
Especially after dark.
Especially overnight.
Especially now that I know it’s Reeve who’ll be doing the looking after.
And a hell of a lot more, I hope.
Chapter Five
Reeve
Rhys is all apologies once we’re outside alone.
We speak in hushed tones by his truck, he’s thanking me for agreeing to do what he thinks is maybe a mission I don’t want.
“I just know how busy you are,” he admits. “But it means the world to Clara, to me as well. Knowing that Piper will be safe while we’re away.”
He pauses, almost nervous. “Ah shit Reeve, you’re the only man I’d trust with anything or anyone. You know that,” he admits trying to keep his emotions at bay like a good Marine.
I struggle to keep a serious face, nodding gravely, and frown instead.
I almost want to grab the man and kiss him myself for delivering me straight to Piper.
Not just bringing me to her but appointing me as her protector for a whole fucking week.
I can’t believe my luck but I don’t wanna push it either.
I really wanna ask Rhys if they could move the wedding ahead a bit, maybe even just leave tonight and get married in Vegas so I can have Piper all to myself.
But I know better than that.
I just need to have some patience, something I know I can usually muster a ton of, but with Piper just feet away, wearing nothing but those gray track pants and a sweater that showcases those gorgeous tits of hers?
I’m already taking measured breaths.
Trying to control and not give myself the one-handed relief I sorely need by the time Rhys leaves and I’m in my truck out front, alone.
I can just make out the light from Piper’s window down the side of the house, my cock already twitching in my pants with a large circle of precome spreading wider at the front of my jeans. I have to make a promise.
I won’t waste it on just pleasuring myself.
It’s all for her.
For Piper.
It wouldn’t be the same anyway. Touching myself is nothing compared to the thought of touching her.
Feeling myself balls deep inside her.
Filling her with our babies, hearing her call my name as she squirts her essence all over my fat, throbbing cock.
Jesus. Take it easy Reeve.
Too late.
In three long strides, I’m at her window, tapping gently until she opens up.
Telling her how it’s gonna be from now on.
I love Rhys like a brother, and I put up with Clara for his sake. But there’s no fucking way in hell Piper’s gonna live with them.