He leans in and brushes his lips over the tip of my nose, and somehow that small gesture undoes me more than the sex did.
“Before you do your dramatic disappearing act,” he murmurs, “come get food with me.”
I blink.“Food?Like...with you?”
He quirks an eyebrow.“No, Red.I was planning to eat alone and just wanted to see if you’d walk me to the car.”
I roll my eyes.
“Come on.”His voice is softer now.“You just rode me like you owned me.The least you can do is let me buy you a burger.”
"You really think this grants you dinner rights?"
He smirks.“I think the moment you moaned my name like a fucking prayer, you agreed to fries.Plus, I know a place that does those thick-cut chips you like.The ones you stole off Lola’s plate that one time.”
I pause.“You remember that?”
He shrugs, eyes now a bit too cautious.“I notice shit.”
I exhale slowly.“Fine.But if the fries are terrible, I’m walking straight out.”
He grins, full teeth.“Deal.But fair warning, once you taste those fries, you’ll be begging me for more than just a side of sauce.”
“Gross,” I mutter, but I’m already climbing off him, trying hard not to smile.
Chapter 18
Reece
Ican’tstopthinkingaboutit.
The way she looked when she rode me.Hair a tangled mess from my hands, skin flushed and damp with sweat, that perfect mouth parted, those eyes locked on mine as if she was trying to burn herself into me.And shit, she did.Every grind of her hips ruined me.Every slow drag of her pussy over my cock felt like I was being split open and stitched back together with her name carved in my ribs.
She didn’t just ride me.She owned me.Took what she wanted and left me a fucking mess.
And bare?
That was a first.
I never go without, not even during my worst, sloppiest, blackout fucks.But with her, all that went out the fucking window.Every damn heartbeat inside that tight little body was worth it.Especially the way she looked at me when she came.
That sound she made when she did...fuck.That whimper.That stuttering cry.The way her nails dug into my arms and her thighs clenched around me.And I know I’ll be replaying that over and over, cock hard in my hand, chasing the feel of her.
Sam is not just in my head.
She’s under my skin, wrapped around my spine, etched into every part of me that used to be hollow.
I glance over at her in the driver’s seat.
She hasn’t spoken a word since I got in and told her where to go.She simply keeps her eyes on the road, gripping the wheel tightly as if she’s holding onto something other than the drive.
Maybe she’s trying to outrun what happened between us in the locker room.
Or maybe she’s already regretting it.
Regretting that she had taken my cock so deep, she screamed my name.
That’s the part that breaks me.Because I fucking felt it when she fell apart around me.It wasn’t just sex.It was something more.It always fucking is with her.
