“Good. The garage called and they got your car. Like Ty said, there’s some damage. I told them we’d come and take a look at it tomorrow.”
“Thank you.” She steps into him, giving him a one-armed hug. Not once does she try to drop our connected hands. “We’re heading out. Thank you for saving me today.”
“Anytime, sister.” Reagan pulls away and settles against my side.
“Ready?” I ask her.
“Yes.” She smiles up at me.
“Be safe!” Kendall yells.
“Kent?”
“Right behind you.”
With a round of waves, hugs, and fist bumps for Knox, we’re running out to my truck through the rain. “It’s let up a little,” I say once we’re all inside. “I need to get my phone and purse from Ridge’s truck,” she says apologetically.
I give her thigh a light squeeze before leaning in and kissing her temple. “I’ll get it.” Dashing back out into the rain, I rush to his truck, tear open the door, and hop inside. Her purse and phone are lying on the floorboard. I grab them both and make a mad dash back to my truck.
“Thank you. I’m sorry,” she says, reaching for her things. “You’re even more soaked.”
“It’s all good,” I say, drinking in the sight of her. I’m still reeling in the relief that she’s okay.
Kent looks around Reagan who is sitting in the middle of us. Thank God for bench seating in this truck. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen it rain that hard.”
“About a year,” Reagan says softly, and I know we’re all thinking about the night Knox was born. That’s for sure a night that none of us will ever forget.
The three of us grow quiet as I drive us into town. Reagan’s thigh is pressed against mine while my hands are gripping the wheel as if our lives depend on it.
I can’t touch her. Not with the downpour.
“You two kids be good,” Kent says as we pull into his driveway, causing Reagan to laugh.
“Do you even know what that word means?” she asks him.
“Nope.” He chuckles. “How about don’t do anything I wouldn’t do?”
“I’d say we’re in for an interesting night,” she counters.
Kent throws his head back in laughter. “You have your hands full with this one, brother.” He climbs out of the truck and shuts the door. The back door opens and he grabs his bag, shutting the door quickly without another word.
“Reags,” I say, my voice thick with need.
“Tyler, drive,” she says, not looking at me.
“Your place is closer.”
“Perfect.” She places her hands in her lap.
It feels as though it takes us an hour to drive two miles. Pulling up behind the shop, I don’t look at her. Instead, my focus is out the window and on the rain that’s still coming down. “You got what you need?” I ask her.
“Yeah, just my phone and my purse.” She holds them up to show me as she loops her purse over her neck, sliding her phone inside. “Ready.”
Giving her a nod, I push open the door of the truck and hold my hand out for her. We rush through the puddles of rain to the stairs and underneath the small awning just outside her front door. Hitting the remote on my keys, I lock my truck just as Reagan unlocks her door. I follow her inside, tossing my keys and my phone on the small table by the door. She does the same with her purse, then turns to look at me.
“Come here,” I growl. She teases me, taking one slow step at a time until she’s standing toe-to-toe with me. Sliding one hand around her waist, the other cradles the back of her neck as my lips land on hers. She opens for me automatically as my tongue invades her mouth. Her hands grip my back as we both clamber to get closer to one another. I suck on her bottom lip and she moans, the sound going to my already hard-as-steel cock.
“Ty,” she murmurs.
Breathless, I pull away and stare down at her. My chest is heaving, as is hers as we battle to pull air into our lungs. She gives me a shy smile, then turns and walks across the room. My feet carry me toward her, unable to bear being away from her right now. As she steps into her room, she pulls her shirt over her head. I do the same, closing the door behind me. Reaching behind me, I grab the neck of my shirt and pull it off. I stand still, watching, waiting for her next move.
Her hands go behind her back as she unclasps her bra. I don’t take my eyes off her as she slides one strap then the other over her shoulders before letting the lacey material fall to the floor.
“Fuck,” I murmur. Her hard nipples beg for my attention. I hold my ground, not moving. Her hands travel over her breasts, cupping them in her hands, testing their weight. My cock twitches painfully behind my jeans. I keep my eyes glued to her hands as they travel south, reaching the button to her shorts. She teases me as she slowly unbuttons them, sliding the zipper down. After doing a little shimmy with her hips, they fall to the floor. She stops and gives me a pointed look.
It’s my turn. I don’t torture her. Instead, I practically rip the button off my jeans, pull them down, and kick them to the side. When my eyes find hers, she’s licking her lips, staring at my cock.
“Reagan,” I growl.
She gives me a shy smile and shrugs. Biting down on her bottom lip, her focus is on me as she loops her thumbs through the side of her tiny silk panties, and tugs them past her hips. I watch as the small piece of material pools at her feet. Slowly, I start at her feet and catalogue every delectable naked inch of her body. When my eyes reach hers, she quirks a brow and nods toward my boxer briefs.
“What?” My voice is rigid and husky with desire. “You want them off?”
“Seems only fair,” she counters.
“I might need some help.”
She takes one step then another and another. Reaching out, her hands cup me through the thin material. “What exactly do you need help with?”
I swallow hard as she slides her hand beneath the fabric and strokes me. “That,” I croak.
“How about this?” She drops to her knees and has the material pooling at my feet, and my cock in her mouth before I realize what’s happening.
“Fuck,” I moan as her hot wet mouth takes me in. I have to fist my hands at my sides to keep from burying them in her hair. This is her show, and I only want what she’s willing to give. When my knees begin to shake, I unclench my fist and tap her on the shoulder. “Reagan,” I pant. “Baby, you have to stop.” She keeps going, and I’m seconds away from coming down her throat. While that’s on my list of things to experience with her, I don’t want it to be tonight. I need to be inside her. To feel connected to her. Bracing my hands on her shoulders, I take a step back, my cock falling out of her mouth.
On her knees, she licks her lips. Her eyes are liquid pools of desire as she watches me. “I wanted to,” she says shyly.
“Hey.” My fingers go under her chin to have her looking up at me once again. “I loved every minute of that, but tonight, I need you. I need to be inside you.” She gives me a subtle nod. “Come here.” I offer her my hand as she climbs to her feet and guide her to the bed in the center of the small room, just mere steps. Releasing my hold on her, I climb onto the bed and wait. I wait for her to come to me, no matter how much I want to push her onto her back and slide into her.
I wait.
My girl doesn’t disappoint as she crawls across the mattress and straddles my hips. Her hands reach out and fist my cock as she begins to stroke. “You need me?” she asks softly.
“More than my next breath,” I say, breathless from need.
“Like this?” She strokes me from root to tip.
“I need to feel you.”
She rises to her knees and runs my cock through her wetness. “Like this?” she asks seductively.
“Reagan,” I warn her. I’m a patient man, but she’s pushing me to the limits of losing my control.
“Oh, did you mean like this?” she asks as she guides me inside her. Slowly, painfully slow, she slides over me, inch by inch until I am wrapped in nothing but he
r warmth.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that.” I lift my hips. Her walls pulse around me. Everything with her is new. Better. More.
“Wow,” she says breathily.