Bella: Poor baby, two nights with me and you’re already craving more
Reed: Damn right. I’m craving every night with you
I squeal, falling back on the bed and kicking my legs like a little girl. I still can’t believe this is real, that Reed Burke is mine.
Reed: You better be at mine first thing tomorrow morning. I don’t want to jerk off to thoughts of you. I want the real thing
Holy crap.That is seriously hot. I always knew Reed was an experienced guy, I’d grown up hearing mom talk about his man whore ways and how he’d never settle down. But I didn’t realize how dirty he was, nor did I realize how much I’d like it, how much it turns me on.
I quickly fire a group message to the girls.
Bella: If anyone asks, I’m staying with Harper this weekend – Saturday through to Monday morning
Mia: Someone’s getting banged!
Ava: Go girl!
Harper: I will love having your imaginary ass with me
Bella:Love you all
Harper: Why don’t you ‘stay’ with me tonight as well?
Bella: Don’t think that would go over too well with my parents
Ava: Who cares, go get some dick!
Bella: Also, my vagina needs a night off
Mia: Fair. How big are we talking?
Bella: Remember Toby James from school? For reference Mia, he was a huge football player
Harper: You saw his dick? WTF?
Bella: No…but we all saw his forearms ;)
I laugh out loud at the array of messages and GIFs that come through from the girls — I really do love them. We message back and forth for a bit while I unpack, checking in with each other aboutgeneral life. Harper jokes that she’s sending a care package for my massacred pussy.
Unpacking from a trip always sucks, but the silver lining is that this time, once I’m done, I get to pack again for Reed’s.
Looking through my underwear drawer, I find a matching set with stockings and a garter. I smirk to myself — I know exactly what I’m wearing to his tomorrow. I pack a few more items of clothing for the weekend and pick a sexy, yet suitable, outfit for work on Monday.
While I’m finishing up I hear the front door open downstairs and the familiar sound of my Dad’s footsteps on the marble floor.
“Bella? You home, girl?” he calls up the stairs.
“I’ll be down in a minute,” I call back. I zip up my holdall and put it to the side of my room. Making my way downstairs I prepare my weekend cover story.
Chapter Thirteen
Reed
I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep without my little brat in my arms. I gave up just after five a.m., deciding to get some extra time with the waves before Bella arrives.
After a few hours of surfing, I check my watch as I make my way back onto the deck of my beach house, it’s coming up to nine — she better be here soon.
I take a shower in the outdoor one I had built on my deck. I love my house, it’s something I’m ridiculously proud of, having designed most of it myself.
