And desperate people make mistakes.
Reed
She looks incredible, her delicate curves defined in the figure hugging jumpsuit.
She loves me.
She fucking loves me.
I don’t know what I’ve done in life to deserve the love of an amazing woman like Bella, but I will thank my lucky stars every day for the rest of my life.
I watch her every move as she makes her way into the house, unable to pull my gaze from her, even though I should.
I’m being too obvious, but I’m beyond caring anymore. I need her.
Now.
She’s not even made it to the top of the stairs before I’m racing up them and grabbing her. I spin her around and pin her against the wall. My hips hold her in place as my lips descend and I claim her, pouring all my love into this kiss.
Mine. She’s mine.
My tongue thrusts deep, stealing everything she’ll give me, it slides against hers again and again. I’m completely lost to her, to this moment. My hips are thrusting between hers mimicking the kiss.
“Fuck, baby, I need you so bad,” I groan into her mouth.
“What the fuck is going on here?” The voice booms from behind us. A voice I definitely do not want to be hearing right now. Not when my tongue is currently half way down his daughter’s throat.
Fuck.
We’ve both frozen, still in a completely compromising position. I pull back from her slightly and stare into her eyes, still not looking at the man behind us.
I press my forehead to hers and whisper the words I know she needs to hear right now, the words we both need to hear, even if I don’t believe them.
“It’s going to be alright, baby girl. Let me handle this.” I place a gentle kiss to her skin and turn towards George — my best friend, and Bella’s father.
His face is beet-red and if steam could actually come out of someone’s ears, it would be pouring out of his right now.
“Tell me this isn’t what I think it is? Tell me you haven’t been taking advantage of her, Reed? Tell me you haven’t—” he pauses “—touched my daughter.”
“George, why don’t we go somewhere private to talk? We can sit down and discuss this properly.” I might as well have banged the nail into my own coffin, my words confirmation enough that Bella and I have indeed ‘touched’.
“You fucking piece of shit,” he roars and storms up the remaining steps towards us. “My own daughter? You couldn’t keep your dirty fucking hands off my daughter?!”
He swings before I see it, his fist connecting with my jaw.
Fuck me, that hurt.
Thankfully, I see the next one coming and manage to deflect his hit before it connects.
“Dad!” Bella screams next to me. “Stop it! Oh my God, what are you doing?” She makes a move to step between us, but like fuck is that happening. Her father is not thinking straight right now and there is no way she’s getting anywhere near this.
“Get back, baby,” I rasp. “It’s okay, I’m okay.”
“No, Reed, it is not fucking okay. He does not get to hit you. This is as much me as it is you, he needs to be angry at me, too.” George is breathing heavily but his hands are currently clenched at his side, rather than flying towards me right now.
I turn slightly so I can see my girl but am still able to keep an eye on George.
“Baby girl, if he laid a finger on you, I’d kill him. He’s got to get his anger out in some way, and for now, that’s through me.”
