“See ya, kiddo.”
I text Reid to let him know I’m done early. I know he was hanging out with Nikolai tonight, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he can’t get here soon. It’s not too dark out yet, and the air is still warm. I could walk, but he responds almost instantly that he’ll be here in ten.
I hang outside, guitar case propped up against the brick wall, and wait.
Just as he says, ten minutes later, his car pulls up and I hop in. The air is tense the moment I get in the car, but Reid leans over the console to give me a kiss. It sends butterflies soaring through my stomach and I can’t help but smile when we break apart. “Hi.”
“Hi. How was your night?”
“Slow. Did you have fun with Nikolai?”
His fists tighten against the steering wheel. “Ah, we’ll talk about it later.”
I study the lines of his face, his shoulders. He doesn’t appear angry, but more so uneasy. He was so excited to go see him tonight. What happened that changed that?
The car ride is pretty quiet, but it’s not uncomfortablesilence. He puts his hand on my thigh and I in turn wrap my arm around his. It’s easy. Calming.
We pull up outside my building and I turn to him. “Do you wanna sleep over?”
He arches a brow. “Are your roommates going to be okay with that?”
I step out of the car and sling my bag over my shoulder. Reid grabs our guitar from the backseat. The veins in his forearm strain and I want to lick them.
“They’re not gonna care,” I say, as he follows me upstairs. The apartment is dark when I open the door, and I signal to Reid to go ahead to my bedroom.
Small feet patter their way toward me, and I bend over as Macaroni rushes to brush against my legs, instantly purring and meowing at me. I had to stop back at my place to change quickly before work but didn’t get enough time to love on him like he’s used to.
“Hey, buddy.” I scoop him up and cradle him to my chest, his head fitting into the crook of my neck. The feeling of his soft fur, the kisses he’s brushing against my cheek, brings tears to my eyes.
It doesn’t matter how good or how bad of a day I’m having. Once I’m home with him, all is right in the world.
I peek down the hallway at Marley and Sara’s room. The door is closed and no light shines beneath it. Must already be sleeping.
Still carrying Macaroni, I head over to my room to find Reid already sitting at the edge of my bed, staring at his phone. I give Macaroni one more kiss and deposit him on the top of his cat tree where he immediately flops onto his side. His paws curl in and I rub his chunky belly.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower,” I tell Reid. “You can make yourself comfort—” My words are cut off with asqueal as Reid comes up behind me and picks me up. “What are you doing?” I laugh.
“Joining you,” he says, breath coasting over my ear as he carries me into the bathroom. My face heats at the thought. He puts me down in front of the sink and I flick on the light. He’s an imposing, beautiful statue behind me while I look at us in the mirror. The dark blue of his shirt matches his eyes, which meet mine in our reflection.
Both of his hands sneak around my waist and dip underneath my shirt. Their warmth against my bare skin causes me to shiver, my head falling back against his chest. Slowly, we both watch as his hands travel up and cup my breasts over my bra. I whimper, squeezing my thighs together, and the corner of his mouth kicks up.
“That feel good?”
I’m breathless as I answer, “Everything you do to me feels good.” We haven’t had sex, but he’s made me come so many times in the last two days that I’ve lost count. With his fingers, his mouth, once grinding against his thigh while we made out.
It only makes me want more.
Trying not to overthink my inexperience, I push my hips forward to allow some space between our bodies so I can reach between us. My hand finds his cock, hard and straining against his jeans, and his forehead creases the moment I cup him.
He groans softly as I touch him over his pants, hips driving forward, and it’s my turn to smile at him. It feels powerful to watch him chase the feeling I’m creating for him.
I want more of it.
Confusion lines his face momentarily as I abruptlybreak out of his hold to turn the shower on. The pipes creak, but a few seconds later, water bursts from the head.
Reid frowns at it. “Christ, that sounds like it was about to explode. Does it always do that?”
I shrug and pull my shirt over my head. “Kinda.” Reaching around my back, I unclasp my bra and let my breasts spring free.
