I roll onto my back and pull her to straddle me. “I don’t know how many more times I can come, Pete,” she says. She draws her lower lip between her teeth and worries it.
“Ride me,” I say. She reaches between us and takes me in her fist, giving my dick a slow pump. It’s slick with her juices. I stop her hand, and she balances on the head of my dick. I take her hips and draw her down on me, until she has all of me. Then I bring her down to lie on my chest and I f**k her hard from below.
She cries out my name between whimpers, and I f**king love that she’ll let me love her like this. Her breaths move by my ear and she says, “I love you, Pete,” over and over and over and I can’t believe how f**king lucky I am.
She comes apart in my arms, and I hold her tightly as I come, too. I pour myself into her, and my love for her overflows my heart. I wrap my arms around her, and she’s still quaking. I brush her sweaty hair behind her ear. “Are you all right?” she asks. She rests her chin on my chest and looks up at me. I slip from inside her, and I can’t bite back a groan as we separate.
“I’m fine,” I say. I look up at her and suddenly feel very sorry for doing that to her. “What about you?” I ask. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
“Pete,” she breathes. “You have to get over your fear of hurting me.”
“I’m pretty much over it,” I say. After that, I don’t have a fear left in my body. I chuckle. “I’m all the way over it.”
She lies there draped across me, and nothing ever felt so right. I draw little circles on her back.
“I love you completely, princess,” I say.
She accepts me like no one ever has. She accepts me as Pete. She accepts me as that ex-con. She accepts me as a brother to four men who will love her because I do. And I hope one day, she’ll accept me as her husband because I don’t think I could live without her at this point.
She giggles, and the feel of it rolls through me. “I think I’m going to be too sore for you to love me completely again tonight.”
“I can think of some ways to work around that.”
I hear a plaintive little meow from the other side of the door and look over to see a tiny paw sweeping back and forth in the gap where the door doesn’t quite touch the floor. “Go get my cat,” she says, shoving my shoulder. “You wore me out. I can’t move.”
I laugh and go let her kitty into the room.
Epilogue: Matt
Reagan is teaching a class on self-defense at the recreation center, and all of us Reed brothers were told to be there. None of us knew she wanted to use us as practice dummies. “Aren’t we supposed to get face masks and some padding for this?” Paul asks as he tries to block a kick to his groin from Friday. He succeeds but only barely.
“I could have so had you!” Friday cries. She pumps her fist in the air, and Paul wraps an arm around her waist and swings her around playfully. She shrieks and bats at his hands, but he doesn’t let her go.
Reagan looks at Pete and winks. She’s not afraid for any of us to touch her anymore. She’s never been afraid of Pete, but now she’s calm and content around us all, and sometimes I pick her up and hug her just because I can. She makes Pete so f**king happy. “Come attack me,” she says. “Pretty please?” she adds when he hesitates.
He groans and pushes to his feet. He’s still on the ground from the last time he pretended to attack her. He comes at her, and she spins around and flips him onto his back. He groans and rolls into a ball. “Enough,” he cries. “Someone else has to take a turn.”
Reagan’s dad laughs. Her parents are here for the weekend. Pete is kind of pissed because he had to come home while they’re at her apartment. He lives with her almost all the time, now that he’s off house arrest. Reagan’s dad is enjoying Pete’s discomfort way too much. Her little brother, Link, is pretty good at martial arts, too. He goes at it like he goes at everything else—with passion, forethought, and caution. He doesn’t speak often, but we’re all okay with that. He is who he is, just like the rest of us.
Sam steps up, and Reagan works out some moves with one of the girls from the assault program. Sam takes what Reagan gives him, and the girl grows more confident with each move. It’s good to see this. It’s good to see Reagan in her element, and I know she’s doing good work with these girls.
One of Pete’s friends from the prison program, Edward, came with his sister. He’s wasn’t charged for his participation in that man’s death, and he’s spending a lot of time with his sister, even though she can’t live with him. He keeps an eye on her. She’s timid as a mouse, but she’s a sweet girl, and I feel like she can get through this. She’s not participating in class yet. She’s sitting on the edge of the row of bleachers beside a boy in a wheelchair. I think his name is Gonzo. He’s another of Pete’s foundlings. They hang around him like they need him. Maybe they do. I know I do. Pete has become the man he was always supposed to be now that he has Reagan. I have never been so proud of him.
Gonzo laughs, and I know the boy can’t talk because of his trache. So, Gonzo is using a computer so he can communicate with the Edward’s sister. I wish I could remember her name. She speaks to him, and he grins and types something really quickly. Her face colors. They’re the same age, and there’s definitely a spark there. There’s a lid for every pot, Pete always says. I mentally shrug my shoulders.