Nothing But Trouble (Malibu University 1)

“Can I ask you something and you can say no.”

“Yes. My answer is yes to any question you have while you look at me that way.”

A grin explodes on my face. He hooks his thumbs on the edge of his silky shorts and pushes them down, taking his underwear with them. And holy quadruple sigh, the man is beautiful.

“Can I photograph you naked?” I chew on the tip of my thumb as I wait for his reaction.

His eyebrows go up. “Nudy pictures? Didn’t see that as your kink.”

“Stop it. I just think your body is beautiful…it’s art.”

The smirk drops, replaced by a tender vulnerability that makes me want to hug him. “Okay. Anything for you.”

His erection slaps him in the belly as he reaches for the strip of condoms. As soon as he rips one off, the mood shifts. He crawls onto the bed and comes after me. His fingers hook over the edge of my skirt. I barely have enough time to unbutton it before he tugs it down, taking my underwear with it, and pulls it off.

“The things I’m going to do to you, Bailey––you’re going to pay for every time I had to shoot a load in the shower just to get some relief. Every time I chaffed my dick at night thinking about you.”

He sounds so genuinely irritated about it that it makes me laugh. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

He retaliates with a nip to my hip bone and a dip of his tongue into my bellybutton. Then he kisses me between my thighs and I become a throbbing, aching, empty ball of need. The Reagan Reynolds is a shameless tease.

He pushes the cups of my bra down and under my breasts. They feel heavy and neglected. Propped up and on display for him, he spends time worshipping them, sucking on each nipple until they’re hard and sensitive and I’m incoherently begging him for more.

Up on his knees, he looks down on me with undisguised triumph on his face while he rolls the condom on. My gaze travels to his big hand, gripping his cock.

Hello, new friend.

“Alice…”

It’s the tenderness in his voice that gets my attention. It’s all there, in his naked eyes. Everything I need to know about this moment. His feelings, the friendship, the affection, the sense of relief. All the same reasons I’m here right now, in this bed with him. I open my arms and he comes willingly into them, leveraging his considerable body weight on an elbow.

“I…” He pauses. His lips part again. As if he’s trying to force the words out.

“I need you,” I whisper, saving us both from embarrassment, from something neither of us can handle right now.

Taking his shaft in hand, he rubs the fat head of it against my swollen lips and slowly sinks in, filling up the empty space the same way he already has in my heart. He’s right. It is space, a quantifiable amount of real estate, and there is only so much any one of us can give. And I give it all to him.

“How’s this?” he says after a deep, lazy thrust.

“It’ll be great when I’m able to breathe again.” My toes curl and my back arches as I reach for it. The slow friction is making me crazy. My eyes roll into the back of my skull. “Rea––stop torturing us!”

His forehead hits the bed next to my head and I feel his body shake in laughter. “Then stop squirming, or I’m going to go off before you can finish.”

He starts moving again. Brows slanted inward, beads of sweat accumulating at his temples, he bites his bottom lip. I laugh at the effort he’s making to go slow. Then I grab his ass and squeeze, and a mask of defeat falls over his face. His rhythm changes, each jack of his hips harder and faster than the last, and my body demands I meet him stroke for stroke. For a moment we are rhythm and breath and scent and touch in perfect harmony, everything else bleeding away. Until I come, bursting into a million pieces.

The bed starts to move across the wood floor just as I’m hitting another orgasm for the record books, the charge set off as his pubic bone kisses mine over and over again. I tip over the edge laughing, all my muscles contracting and bearing down on him, and the surprised look on his face makes me laugh even harder.

His eyes squeeze shut, his back arches, and his abs draw so tight I can see each and every delineated band of muscle in contrast to the other. Rocking into me one last time, he bottoms out and stills. A groan so loud and guttural spills out of him, Cole bangs on the adjoining wall. Serves him right after what I had to witness.