Tasting her was intoxicating.
She began to wiggle, and I broke the kiss to look down at her. She had dropped her panties and kicked them off as she pulled up her skirt. She was panting. “I missed you,” she said.
I missed her, too, although we had just had hot shower sex five hours ago. I wasn’t complaining. Slipping my hand between her legs, I trailed my fingers over her wet heat. She was more than ready.
I had started to go down on my knees when she grabbed my shoulders. “No. I want you in me. We need to be quick, and I want you now.” She sounded breathless.
After yesterday, I wondered if this was her way of making that memory fade to the background. Whatever it was, I would do anything she asked of me.
After unzipping my pants, she leaned back, watching me, with her hands flat on the desk, putting her gorgeous tits on better display. I shoved my jeans down and then leaned over to cup both breasts in my hands. “Love these,” I said reverently.
“Mmmm,” she said, and her head fell back, exposing her neck.
I wasn’t gonna last long with her all spread out for me like this. I reached for one of her legs, draped it over my arm, and pulled her bottom until it was on the edge of the desk. She was completely open to me now. Her eyes were full of need as she stared up at me.
Slowly, I sank into her as her tight hole gripped me perfectly. “Always so fucking good,” I groaned.
“Yes,” she agreed, lifting her hips so that I was buried as deep as I could go. “Ahhh!” she cried out when she was full.
“Reese,” I said breathily, needing her eyes on me. “Look at me.”
She did as I asked, and I began to move within her at a steady rhythm that I knew would bring us both to release faster than I preferred.
“Oh, God!” she cried as her mouth fell open.
I began to pump harder, loving the sound of her cries of pleasure. “This what you want?” I asked.
She reached to cling to my arms. “Yes,” she panted.
“Tell me this is my pussy, Reese,” I said, holding still inside her. I needed to hear it.
“It’s yours,” she said with a smile, wiggling under me.
Grinning, I shook my head. “No, baby. I want you to tell me this is my pussy.” I lowered my head and kissed the tips of her breasts.
“It’s your pussy, Mase,” she said softly, but her eyes flared with excitement as she said it.
“That’s right. It is. Mine,” I said, grabbing her hips and moving with deep thrusts until she was crying my name and clawing my arms.
At the sound of my name tearing from her chest, I climaxed. Nothing would ever be as sexy as that sound.
Reese
By the time the weekend arrived, everything was back to normal. Captain hadn’t been back to my office. He’d sent files over with Major twice, and I had started to breathe more easily.
Today Mase was going to check out two horses he was thinking of buying. I decided I would go grocery shopping. Maryann was going into town to run some errands and said she could drop me off at the grocery store and pick me up an hour later.
This was my first time shopping without Mase, and I was a little nervous about getting everything he wanted. I knew he’d never tell me if I forgot something, but I was focused on getting it just right. I liked the idea of taking care of him.
After spending a good ten minutes picking out the right fruits and vegetables, I moved toward the aisles. I didn’t have to do too much reading here. I’d been grocery shopping for years, so I was good at identifying things by their packaging and labels.
“The little whore grew up.” The low whisper sent ice through my veins. I knew that voice. It had been years since I’d last heard it, but I knew that voice. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t turn around.
“Not gonna say hello to your daddy?” Marco asked. He was not my daddy. He was my mother’s husband, but he wasn’t my daddy. He had been my tormentor.
“If you get any closer, I am going to scream at the top of my lungs,” I warned him, still not turning to look at him. I didn’t want to see his face. The nightmares he starred in had just begun to fade. I hated that face.
A low, menacing laugh sent dread through me. “No, you won’t. Do you want all these people to know what a little slut you are? I’ll tell them all. How you seduced me. How you wanted sex from your own stepdaddy. Bet that rich little boyfriend of yours don’t know what a whore you are. Or maybe he does,” Marco said, and he touched my hair.
Bile rose in my throat. I was going to be sick. I tried to find my voice, but I was frozen in fear. Just like when I was a child.
“Maybe he likes stupid little sluts. With a big ass and big tits. Guess that’s his thing.”
I closed my eyes and cringed. No. He would not do this to me. I wouldn’t let him. I was stronger now. I was grown. The little girl was gone.
“Took me a while to find you. But I’ve been watching you for a week now. I know where you live, where you work. Too stupid to drive a car yourself. Not surprised.”
My body broke out in a cold sweat. Why was he here? Why did he want to find me?
“Your momma’s dead. Not that you care. You ran off and never came back. Worthless bitch,” he said, as he fisted his hand in my hair and tugged hard.
I had to get away from him. But I couldn’t find my voice. This had to be a nightmare. He wasn’t really here. This couldn’t be real. I needed to wake up.
“Not even a tear for your momma? Stupid whores don’t care about their mothers. But you loved your stepdaddy, didn’t you, girl?” He pulled hard on my hair again.
“Let me go,” I managed to say through the terror gripping me.
He laughed. “Took a long time to find you, girl. I ain’t leaving you now. Did you tell him I had you first? That this body was mine first? That you walked around with those tight clothes on, taunting me, inviting me to touch you?”
My stomach rolled over, and I bent forward, feeling the sickness start to overtake me.
He pulled my head back with another jerk of my hair. “You’re gonna walk out of here with me, and I won’t tell him any of your dirty secrets,” he said close to my ear. His breath smelled rank, like sour milk.
I reached up to cover my mouth, afraid I was going to throw up all over the groceries in front of me. I couldn’t scream while fighting to keep the contents of my stomach from coming up. Closing my eyes tightly, I prayed that if there was a God and he cared at all, he’d save me. I hadn’t been prepared for this.
Maybe there was a God, because, suddenly, I felt Marco let go of my hair. I jerked around and saw Captain with a look of fury on his face as his hand clamped around Marco’s arm. Now that I could see Marco, he looked significantly older.
“You walk out of here and don’t look back, and I’ll let you live,” Captain said in a quiet, hard voice.
Marco tried to jerk his arm free. “You want to get arrested for assault?” His voice was high-pitched.
Captain didn’t look fazed. He continued looking at Marco like he was the lowest form of creature on earth. “You scream, and you won’t see another sunrise. Try me, old man. Fucking. Try. Me.”
I believed him. There was no smirk. No smile. The expression on his face was that of a man with no soul. He was cold, and he was making sure Marco saw that, too.
I backed away.
“You go on and get your groceries, Reese,” Captain said. “I’ll walk this worthless shit outside. He won’t be back. I can promise you that,” he said without taking his eyes off Marco.
Then he began walking with his hand still gripping Marco’s arm.
I stood and watched until they walked out the front door. Then I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Mase. I was about to shatter, and I wasn’t sure I could make it to the door before I did.