“What?” he asks.
I lean closer to him. “If you’re so upset about it, then why did you ever do it?”
He steps back. “It was a mistake.”
I don’t let him walk away. “That doesn’t answer the question.”
He stares back at me angrily but doesn’t respond, so I continue. “You knew before you did it that it was a mistake! You told me yourself! So why did you do it anyway?” I shout.
He balls his hands into fists, and then he turns around. “Fuck, Wren!” he spits out more to himself.
“Why?” I yell again.
He whips back around. “Because I didn’t care!” he screams. “I didn’t care that it was a mistake! I didn’t care about anything!” he shouts as steps closer to me, backing me up until my back hits the counter. “I didn’t care because I wanted you so fucking bad!”
I suck in a breath, and he leans forward, placing a hand on the counter next to me. His chest rises and falls, and his eyes fall down to my mouth. It feels like my heartbeat is in my throat.
I try to swallow. “Reed,” I whisper.
“Yeah?” he whispers back without moving his eyes from my lips.
“Kiss me,” I breathe out.
“Yeah,” he exhales.
His right arm wraps around my back as his left hand grabs the back of my head, pulling my mouth and body to his at the same time. His fingers dig into my scalp, and then his hand slips under my shirt and up my back.
His tongue slips into my mouth, and he grabs my legs and lifts me onto the counter, stepping in between my legs as I wrap them around him. He presses himself up against me, and I moan.
His hands run up my thighs, and he grabs the hem of my shirt. Before he can pull it up though, his phone starts ringing obnoxiously loud. He pulls back so fast, and his eyes open wide at me. “Fuck!” he shouts as he turns around.
“Uhm…” I say since I don’t really understand what’s happening.
He looks at the phone on the counter like he’s afraid of it. I hop down off the counter, and he turns toward me again. “It’s my mother.”
I laugh as I walk up to him and run my hand up his chest. “She can’t see you through the phone you know?”
I stand on my tiptoes and kiss up his neck. He groans, but then he pushes me back again. “No, you’re right. You’ve been drinking.”
He starts pushing me backward toward my room. “This isn’t a good idea right now,” he says as he presses me back into my room. “Let’s talk tomorrow.”
He grabs the bedroom door and closes it. I laugh, thinking this must be a joke. “Reed,” I say as I grab the door handle.
I try to pull it open, but he holds it shut. “Reed!” I shout through the door. “What the fuck! You can’t just lock me in here!”
I try to pull the door again, but he’s way stronger than me, so it doesn’t move at all. There’s a thud on the other side, sounding like he leaned his head against the door. “Please, Wren. Please don’t come out of this room.”
“I’m not a child! You can’t ground me to my room!” I yell.
I hear him laugh on the other side, but then his voice turns to a plea. “Please, Wren. I can’t think straight when I’m with you. If you want to talk tomorrow when you’ve sobered up, then we can talk.”
“Who was trying to talk?” I protest.
“Wren,” he says in a warning tone.
“Fine!” I yell through the door as I twist the lock. “But don’t blame me when you start begging to be let back in.”
“Why would I do that?” he sighs, sounding like he doesn’t want the answer.
I don’t answer, and he tries to twist the handle. “Wren,” he grits out when he finds it locked.
I unbutton the top few buttons on my work shirt, exposing my bra, and I slide my pants down. I plop down on my bed and lay back, and then I open my camera on my phone and snap a pic. A few moments later I hear Reed’s phone ding outside my door.
There’s a pause before I hear him groan. There’s a thump against the door again like he leaned against it. “Christ, Wren,” he breathes out.
I finish unbuttoning my shirt and throw it to the side. I slip my hand up in my bra and squeeze my chest while taking another picture.
“Wren!” Reed shouts. “Please! You can’t fucking send me shit like this!”
“Tell me to stop!” I yell back.
“You can’t do that! You were married to my brother! You can’t do that!” he repeats himself, not sounding convincing at all.
He never technically told me to stop, so I slip my bra off completely and set my phone on my dresser. I cover my breasts with my hands and snap another picture.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he groans.
I lay back down on my bed, and I slide my hand down into my panties and send another picture.
“Wren!” he shouts. “Don’t you fucking dare!”
I moan excessively loud. He bangs on the door a couple times. Instead of responding, I grab my vibrating dildo out of my nightstand drawer, and I quickly film myself squirting the lube around the tip.
“Ugh! Fuck!” he yells. “Have you been using that while I lived here?”
I turn it on and pull my panties off. I touch it down and around my clit. I moan even louder than before. “Only on the nights after you were out mowing the lawn half naked.”
“I told you that you couldn’t look at me that way,” he says sternly.
I moan again. “It’s too bad I don’t have to listen to what you say.”