Then he’s quick to attack before a retort rolls out of my mouth to ask what the actual hell he’s doing. Because he’s suddenlyrightagainst my clit. His wet tongue shoots out to drag deliciously up my sensitive nub.
My jaw drops from the sudden surge of pleasure penetrating my body as Reeve expertly removes one of my ankles from the confines of my pants, distracting any opposition with how slow and agonizing he’s messing with my rationality and what’s happened between us.
Reeve hooks his arm behind my knee and props my leg on top of his shoulder, opening me wider to the goddamn addiction I have with him.
I know this shit is crazy.
It’s been sifting through my mind for the last sixty seconds, but it’s Reevie.
MyReevie.
The guy who made me fall for him with realness and calm vibes. Who made me laugh and genuinely wanted me because he wanted me.
Not for just sex or another alternative—just me.
“You and him together, McQueen…” Reeve’s voice has this husky undertone to it, something that slithers through my veins and demands to remain stuck in his vortex of fucking torture. “Fuckin’ perfection.”
I allow my head to fall back into the fridge as he makes out with my pussy like he can’t deal with not having the damn thing.
Tongue.
Lips.
His nose pressed up against my clit as I repeat his words in my head.
You and him together, McQueen. Fuckin’ perfection.
Him.
My fingers immediately lace tightly through Reeve’s hair, and I use the leverage to yank back on his head, meeting hungry hazel eyes and a fucking smirk.
“What are you doing?” I grind out, feeling like a complete fucking idiot. If he thought he was going to break off a piece of Levi by tasting me, maybe he is high.
“Eating you out,” he deadpans not-so-innocently before his fingers brush purposely along the inside of my thighs.
“You saidhim.”
“Yeah…”
“Are you tasting me because you’d like to tastehim?—”
Reeve suddenly stands to his full height, chest crowded into mine, and I feel like a dumbass.
Don’t you always feel like a dumbass?
“Are you telling me you’re jealous, McQueen?” His mouth is closer, hovering just a beat over my lips, and I can smell him. Sage and saltwater. A deathly combination to my senses and my ability to regain the upper hand here. “I obviously came to see you.”
I immediately rock my head back and forth. “Not to do this.”
“No,” he confirms before resting both of his hands along my hips. “You said I wasn’t allowed to fuck anyone else.”
“And?”
“And I think the same rules should apply.”
I scoff and push at his shoulders, not gaining a bit of space. “Get the fuck out of my house, Reeve.”
“Is that hard for you to do?”
