“Did you know about this?” Reid asks breathlessly.
“No? Only Hayden communicates with Robin.”
“No… killing the CEO. Did you do it?”
“No…” I say slowly. “But I wish I had thought of it first.”
“You’d have killed him for me?”
“Reid, I killed men to save you just a few weeks ago, what would one more be to me?”
Reid makes a sort of broken sound before surging up to kiss me. I stand from the chair in a smooth motion, laughing against Reid’s mouth when he squawks and scrambles to keep the sketchbook from falling to the floor. Plundering his mouth as we climb the stairs to my room, his cock is hard as granite against my stomach. Jesus. He gets so hard at the idea of me killing for him, almost as hard as he gets when I make him cry.
Kicking my room door open, I shove it closed behind us with the heel of my shoe. Reid kisses me passionately, as if he’s starving for me, as if I’m all he needs to live. Maybe I am. I set him down carefully on the ground, holding his shoulders when he sways closer to me. With the tips of my fingers,I shove him against the door, pointedly saying, “Stay,” as I back up towards the bed. The sketchbook falls to the floor when Reid presses his hands flat against the wood of the door.
I sit down carefully, kick off my shoes, then lean back on the bed. I let my gaze sweep over Reid because I know he’ll like it. The flush on his throat that works down under my T-shirt that he borrowed when he woke up. The darkness of his pupils even in the almost pitch black of the bedroom.
Snapping my fingers between my thighs, I say, “Crawl to me.”
Reid mewls in pleasure before dropping hard enough to his knees that I worry he’ll be in pain tomorrow. He crawls to me slowly on all fours, head held high so his gaze can stay locked on mine. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, Reid on his knees for me. The dynamic between us is ever changing, ever growing, but there’s a deep pleasure in knowing what Reid needs and giving it to him because it’s always exactly what I need. Our needs always perfectly aligned.
“Stop.”
Reid stops in his crawling, eyes locked on me.
“Grab the sketchbook,” I order.
Reid looks like he’s going to argue for one moment, before shifting to his knees and bending backwards to grab the offending object. He shuffles closer on his knees so that he can hold the sketchbook out to me.
“Good boy.”
Reid shivers at the praise. He licks his lips. “Don’t good boys get rewards?”
“Sometimes,” I reply, flipping through the sketchbook to the page he was working on. It’s us tangled in bed, Reid’shands holding on to the headboard as I hitch one of his legs up to slide inside him. Dirty as sin to know he drew this while daydreaming about it.
Flipping to the previous page, my heart skips two beats. Reid lunges forward to grab it from me, but I stop him with a hand to his chest. Why didn’t he want me to see this one? It’s us curled around each other, clothed, contented smiles on our faces. I remember this moment. It was a week ago when Reid’ bandages had come off, when I’d rubbed his abdomen with a loving smile while kissing him breathless. He’d fallen asleep in my arms afterwards, pliant and pleased.
“Why don’t you show me these kinds of drawings?” I ask curiously.
Reid squeezes his eyes shut tight. “You already know… how I feel. I don’t have to show you all the time, do I?”
“I guess not, but you could.”
“Can’t I just suck your dick?”
I hum and toss the sketchbook aside, plans forgotten. “Change of plans.”
Reid groans in frustration. I tug him up onto the bed, kissing him to stop all his arguments. Once he’s soft in my hands, I slide my hands under the baggy T-shirt, wanting to feel the familiar scars that are just as much a part of him as my scars are to me now. Reid’s breath catches for a moment, before stuttering out in a rush as I tug the shirt over his head.
“Hey, Reid?”
“What?” Reid asks in frustration as I kiss down his chest.
Leaning my chin against his stomach, I smile up at him. “I’d kill anyone you’d ask me to. Kill a hundred million times for you. All you ever have to do is ask.”
“Oh, Jesus.”
And then I take him apart with my mouth until he’sscreaming, begging me to let him come, thighs trembling around my head. I only let him come after edging him for hours, blissed out on the thought of only me ever getting to give him this gift. When Reid finally comes, he’s starry-eyed and moldable under my hands when I pull him against the line of my body. I situate the covers over us, kissing his damp temple.
