I haven’t a clue what I was thinking, trying to ease into their family by donating to their church. His sister said it was what they cared for most—their church—and I took that to heart. Not that I regret it. I still have hopes for his mother, but I doubt his father will ever accept us.
I knock on the bathroom door. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah.” Reece’s tone is flat, neither annoyed nor pleased.
When I enter, he’s standing at the sink, his hair damp, the tattoo on his scalp red and irritated. The room is massive, with a rainfall shower and a deep soaking tub I wouldn’t mind using right about now.
“Hey,” I say softly and close the door behind me. “You okay?”
He turns toward me, his gaze downcast. “I’m fine.”
“Liar.” I encircle his waist, careful of his arm. “I thought we weren’t lying to one another.”
He rests his cheek on top of my head. “There’s nothing more to say. This is why I didn’t want to come.”
“I’m glad we came. I got to meet your sisters and Danny.”
He leans on the counter and releases a heavy breath. “I need some time with them.” His gaze connects with mine, a silent plea of vulnerability and regret. “I need to figure out what’s going on with Harper.”
He’s feeling guilty and responsible. I don’t have siblings, but I have Gram. I can empathize.
Plus, this is Reece. He’ll forever be rescuing others, and I’m fine with that.
“Whatever you need. We don’t always have to be in New York or LA or traveling with the other two.” A moment of insecurityhits me, and I backtrack. “Or do you mean now? Alone? I’m sorry.” I step back. “Of course you should go.”
His brows furrow. “Do you want me to go?” he asks, as if he already knows the answer.
“No.”
“Okay then.” His hand slides up my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. “I want you with me. We’ll figure it out.”
“What about Christmas?” We’re supposed to leave tomorrow after the wedding. Ethan has plans in New York, which most likely include Jax. “I doubt Harper wants to stay at your parents’. Maybe she can stay with us while Sadie is on her honeymoon?”
“I’ll mention it to her.” He doesn’t sound confident.
“She can’t spend Christmas alone. I’ll ask Ethan.” I unbuckle the sling from his brace to prepare for bed. “And Jax will spoil Danny rotten. He’ll have every dinosaur in New York City.”
He smiles. Finally. “I’m sure Harper will love that,” he says, full of sarcasm.
“It’s settled then.” I help him remove the brace and set it on the counter.
He rolls his shoulder and stretches his arm with a grimace. “Whatever you say, princess.”
I rise on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. Unable to resist, I bite and tug his piercing.
He groans, low and long. “You and this dress. You’re driving me crazy.” He deepens the kiss, his tongue intertwining with mine as his large hands grip my ass. His erection grinds into my hip, and I reach for his belt. The buckle clinks as it opens, and I make quick work of his zipper.
I gather my gown and fall to my knees in front of him.
“Angel.” He cups my face and ghosts his thumb over my cheekbone. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” I yank his pants down to just under his ass, enough to free his length from his boxer briefs. “I want you. Please. Can I?”
He threads his fingers through my hair. “God,yes.”
His thick cock is adorned with a ring above his balls, four barbells, and another ring through the head, glinting in the bathroom light. I tease the hoop at his crown, flicking back and forth with my tongue then circling it slowly until precum beads at the tip.
My gaze locked on his, I trace my tongue along his shaft, paying close attention to the piercings. At the base, I tug gently on the small hoop with my teeth, and his cock jerks.
