“I want to come to your house tonight,” Reid says matter-of-factly. “I’d rather not let Mason hear me crying during sex.”
Oh. “Yeah, yeah that’s fine. I’ll text you my address.”
Reid nods quickly, but keeps his gaze averted from mine. He starts to walk away, but I grab his wrist and tug him backto me. Uncaring about the people around us, I dip down to press a hard kiss to his mouth. Reid gasps softly, but opens up for me like the good boy that he is.
When I pull away, I place a soft kiss on his forehead. Reid still refuses to look at me, even as he marches away. I watch him go toward the math building, gaze never leaving his back. It’s worth it when Reid finally looks behind him, only to find me still watching. I lift my hand to wave and can’t hold back a borderline maniacal grin when he scowls at finding me still staring.
I spentthe better part of the afternoon cleaning the house. The guys aren’t dirty, but they’re not exactly the most organized men on the planet. Clean sheets on my bed, freshly cleaned bathroom, and all the supplies I might need on the nightstand. Parker is reading a book in the corner of the sofa while Jacob and Hayden sit in the living room playing their newest video game.Scully is asleep on the back of the couch, little paws curled up tight under her face. I wish I could pet her, she makes me so wildly sad by refusing to love me back.
Deciding to keep Reid a secret from the boys was probably my best decision. But also my worst, because there’s nothing like a secret to make them curious. When the doorbell rings, Jacob drops his controller and stares at the door like it could be a wolf. Yeah, we never get visitors.
“Are you expecting someone?” Hayden asks with a curious tilt of his head.Scully wakes and jumps from the back of the couch to perch beside Hayden, her green eyes narrowed toward the door.
I mime zipping my lips which does absolutely nothing todissuade their curiosity. I push the sleeves of my henley up higher to showcase my forearms. When I swing open the door, Reid is effortlessly putting a cigarette out on the stoop. His eyebrows wing up at the sight of me so put together, but otherwise he shows no emotion.
“Hi,” I say quietly.
“Hello,” Reid echoes. “Can I come in or?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
I grab Reid by the arm and tug him inside, trying to hurry past the living room. But Reid digs his feet in to stare at the boys on the couch.
“You’re in my differential equations class,” Reid announces to the room.
Hayden grins. “Hi, Reid.”
Reid’s eyebrows furrow. “You know my name?”
“Of course,” Hayden admits with that weird, predator-like smile of his. “I know everyone’s name.”
“Weird,” Reid mumbles. “Kitty?”
“That’s Scully,” Jacob tells Reid, face turned to look down at the cat that hates his very existence. Because Scully has epic timing, she hisses at Jacob, then jumps from the couch to come investigate Reid. I expect another hiss, maybe her tail going up to warn Reid off, but all Scully does is rub against Reid’s leg once, then disappear toward the back of the house to bathe in the sunlight streaming through the sliding doors.
That’s enough of that. I wave at the guys and drag Reid with me toward the second floor. The moment I’ve got him in my room, I cover his mouth with my own. Reid squeaks a little, but otherwise gets with the program. His fingers curl into my shirt, tugging me closer until I’m almost stepping on his toes. He tastes like the fucking cigarette he just smoked and cherry hard candies.
Reid pulls away from me to take off his leather jacket. He unceremoniously drops it on my desk, then bends over to look at the framed photos on my desk.
“Your sister?” Reid asks while tapping at a framed photo.
My throat gets tight at the mention of her. I stride over and flip the photo face down.Absolutely no crying is allowed in the room right now unless it’s Reid.
“Yes.”
Reid lifts one delicate eyebrow. “Sore subject?”
“Yes,” I repeat.
Reid tilts his head like a predator, studying me, but this is one thing he won’t figure out just by staring through me.
“Get on your knees,” I order, but I’m not even remotely convinced from the shake in my voice.
Reid snorts inelegantly and ignores my command. He peruses my room like an FBI profiler, looking for clues that’ll tell him why I’m so willing to make him cry, make him hurt. But nothing in my room is going to tell him the motivation behind my willingness. Because there isn’t any. I just like what I like, and I like Reid. If giving him pain keeps him coming back to me, then I’m more than willing to do it.
My cock hardens when Reid carefully toes off his shoes, then undoes the button on his jeans. He doesn’t go any further than that though. He strides over to the bed, all long legs, and thin limbs. Nobody should be that hot, just casually sitting down on the edge of my bed like they didn’t ask me to make them cry earlier.
“Well, Dante?”
