Page 12 of Reese’s Protection

“Sleep,” I muttered, but my dick was screaming at me to take him into my room and make him come all over himself and me and the sheets. Maybe me again, if I was lucky. His rounded ass tossed gasoline on the sparks already swirling in my gut.

“Okay,” he said, but he kissed me and wriggled that cute little butt across my crotch. I wrapped my arms around him tight.

“Fuck it. It’s tomorrow.”

We stumbled into the house, and I went to my bedroom door, only to find it locked when I tried to shove it inward. Sighing, I knocked.

“Fuck off!” Layton yelled. There was a thump on the door. “I am not sleeping on that busted pullout!”

Reese snickered, and I was so happy to see him smiling that I only rolled my eyes and gestured toward the couch. “I guess it isn’t tomorrow yet. No one wants to try to fuck on that couch. Trust me.”

“Oh, I do,” he said, then pressed a kiss to my cheek that warmed me from the tips of my toes to the bottom of my balls. “But I guess it isn’t tomorrow yet.” He winked as he turned away, and my stomach swooped. Was this some hidden part of his personality or had getting a taste of revenge given his spine an adjustment?

Either way, I liked it.

5

REESE

The pullout was uncomfortable, but it was nothing compared to the impossibility of sleeping next to Knox. He surrounded me in every way, from his scent to his warmth, as his body pressed against mine. I had my back to him. I didn’t know if he was awake or sleeping, and I was too scared to turn around and check. The morning glow streamed through the curtains of his living room window, teasing me and reminding me that it was tomorrow.

I didn’t have work today. The flower shop was closed on Sundays. When people looked at me, they’d never guess I was a florist. While I’d gone to college, I’d only stayed for two years before I’d dropped out. The classes were too expensive, and I didn’t have the drive to learn more academically. I preferred to use my hands and experience life on the job.

Then, I’d met Bower—a gentle giant who had selective mutism—at a job interview, and we’d become fast friends after he’d hired me. He’d taught me everything he knew, and I protected him when customers got too demanding. I loved working at the flower shop. It was peaceful, and most of the time, the people who came through our doors were nice.

I yawned and stretched, bowing my back as I did. My ass brushed over Knox’s very alert cock. Freezing, I swallowed and cautiously glanced over my shoulder.

Knox was awake, staring at me with the kind of lust in his green eyes that made my toes curl instinctively. His dark hair poured over his shoulders. Being this close meant I could see how long his lashes were and my heart missed a beat.

“Hi,” I whispered, too afraid to speak louder. As it was, my heart was ready to rip through my chest.

His mouth curved into a smile. “Hey.”

“It’s morning.” I stumbled over the words, shoving them out between my lips as though each one weighed a hundred pounds on my tongue.

“It is.” His eyebrows dipped thoughtfully and his stare dropped to where I was currently grinding my ass against his cock. I hadn’t realized what I was doing, and if I’d been a more respectable man, I might’ve pulled away, but I had needs. I knew what I wanted. He’d told me that if I hadn’t changed my mind, we could do it tomorrow.

The time had arrived.

“Can I suck your cock?” I tipped my hips back farther, getting in a good grind against his very hard package.

He could easily say no. While I’d be disappointed, I’d understand and move away, but a huge part of me hoped he’d give me what I craved. I had been crushing on him for too long, and even if he only wanted sex, I’d take whatever I could get.

“Are you sure?” He brushed his thumb across the corner of my mouth as I smiled.

“Oh yeah. I’ve fantasized about doing that since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Really?” His lips stretched out into a smirk. “So, you have a crush on me?”

“Who wouldn’t?” My stomach clenched as butterflies burst free inside.

He stroked his thumb down my neck and caressed my skin, making love to it. The touch held a hundred smoldering emotions that made my chest tighten. I couldn’t wish for too much. If he did only want to fuck, I wasn’t going to get my heart broken.

“Okay. Suck my cock.” He leaned forward and kissed me, and I moaned as I wriggled around to face him, not breaking contact with him. I cupped his cheek and threw my leg over his hip, rocking against him as he devoured my mouth with passion that couldn’t be faked. His natural masculine scent enveloped me, and I was caught between wanting to stay here and kiss him and making my way south.

My brain knew exactly what I needed, though, and I broke the kiss so I could slither down his body. He was in his boxers, and they didn’t leave much to the imagination. His length stretched the cotton and sat comfortably against his lower hip.

My mouth watered, and I licked my lips. Fuck. I wanted him so bad it was beginning to hurt. My cock ached, trapped in the sweatpants I’d borrowed from him. I didn’t know where to start. I kissed a spot above the waistband of his boxers and traced the right side of his vee with my tongue, getting a feel and taste of his rippling muscles and delicious skin.