Pushing her thighs wider, I fit my big frame between her thighs. For a moment, I just look at her. The view of her swollen pink folds, the spread of her thighs, past her soft stomach and over her full tits. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Why she showed up on my doorstep, why she kissed me and let this beast out of it’s cage, I have no fucking clue.
I am not fool enough not to take a prize when it is offered to me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I hum, kissing her thigh, the little crease between her hips, above the sticky mess I made of her pussy.
“Reece,” she purrs as I take one long, greedy lick of her, spreading her open as I coat my tongue with the pie. I was right. Fucking delicious.
“Hush, let me have my sweets,” I hum as I push my tongue inside her, taking a good dose of pie with it. I chuckle when she lets out a little whimper, bucking beneath me. I lick up more of the sugary pie, swirling it over her clit with my tongue, sucking greedily at the mess I make of her.
“I’m going...Reece, I’m going to come,” she pants, fingers tangled in my hair, hips twisting beneath me.
Pulling back, I catch her gaze as I tongue each creamy fold. I am making a mess, but who cares? It’s the most fun I’veever had. Something barbaric comes over me. A possessive flare I have never felt before. I stop, moving to kneel between her thighs again. I bend to drag her up, rubbing the crown of my cock against her lips. Rain lets out a sexy whimper before she pops her mouth open and I press my cock against her tongue.
“Get me close, but don’t make me come. I want to come on your pussy. I want you to be a mess,” I grunt, cradling the back of her head as I push past her lips. Heat sears up my back as she twists her tongue around my length.
I’ve got two fingers buried in her, my other hand jerking my dick in a matched, punishing rhythm until we both snap. I surge forward, coming hard, watching each rope of cum claim her pussy. I’m obsessed with the sight of her—marked and messy andmine.
I collapse, rolling to my side to pull her close. Rain nuzzles into my chest, leaving the mess between her thighs. Good. I want it there; I never want her to wash me off—not unless she lets me do it all over again. I want to keep her a mess of me. Only I know that is not truly an option for me.
How can I keep something I will never deserve?
Chapter Six
Rain
If I was sent as a test, I am sure I am failing.
Standing beneath the warm spray of the shower, I am wrapped up tight against Reece’s big, hard body. He carried me to a shower after he made a mess of me with the last piece of pecan pie. Mother would be shocked at my behavior. Then again, she was a free spirit who believed we were meant to live life as full as we can.
“I don’t want to wash my mess off you,” Reece hums as he drags me tighter against his chest.
“I wouldn’t mind if you make a mess of me later,” I shoot back.
Turning in his arms, I loop mine around his broad shoulders. His hair is a mess from my fingers, his full mouth swollen from my kisses. I slide my fingers in his damp hair, tugging him close so I can do more of both. Reece lets out a little growl, bending to meet me halfway as his big hands cup the back of my thighs.
I yelp against his mouth as he lifts me, walking me back against the shower wall. The kiss goes on, his tongue pushing against my lips. I open for him, tightening my thighs around him as the warm water washes down. I get lost the minute he touches me or once his mouth finds mine.
“I intend to do just that,” Reece hums before he drags his mouth up my jaw, his lips hovering near my ear. “I want to ruin you with my mess.”
We’re both breathing heavily, clinging to each other beneath the shower spray, sharing the same steamy air. There is something so intimate about the moment. How his dark grayeyes trace my face, how they flutter when I bring a gentle touch up to trace the lines of his face. I avoid the scars at first, then on a second pass, I take my time touching each one.
“Rain, don’t...” he hums as his eyes close, shutting his emotions off to me.
“Shh, let me savor how pretty you are,” I whisper, something going tight in my belly. He really is pretty. Golden skin and dark eyes, a strong jaw and that full mouth. There is a hardness to his face, to his eyes, because of those scars. Whenever he looks at me, though that hardness is gone.
Reece stars up at me, soft and... fragile. “I am not a project for you, princess.”
“Oh, I know that caveman. You’re no project—you’repotential.”
Dark eyes blink up at me, lashes wet from the shower. He is so beautiful that I cannot look away. Not because of that strong jaw or dark eyes. Not because of the thick, dark beard and those full lips. It’s that brief flash of softness he can’t seem to hide from me. Little glimpses of the wounded soul he is trying to hide behind a gruff attitude. Beneath all of that, I see his true beauty.
“Iamthe beast you think I am, Rain,” his tone tells me there is no room for arguments about this.
Only, I love to argue. Not to be proven right or win some battle of wills. I love to argue because there is always a second chance to be had. Hell, there might be a third or fourth chance for some of us. I was a spoiled brat who lived a life of excess—until I saw there was so much need out there in the world. I believed I deserved a second chance, so I think he does too.
“Be quiet for a moment,” I whisper against his mouth, tugging him closer. “Just let me have my sweets,” I tease him with the words he said earlier.
Reece does not object. Pinning me to the cool stone wall, he kisses me until I forget where I am or how I got here. Settingme on my feet, he makes a production of making his hands sudsy so he can wash off the mess we made of each other. His rough hands on my skin, soaping between my thighs, across my stomach, between my breasts, truly feel like magic.
