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“Maybe you could be smarter and not get yourself cut next time.”
“I’ll work on that. Maybe a bullet will be better.”
Josie slapped his shoulder. “Don’t say that.”
Reese stood up, now towering over Josie. “So, what are you really doing here? You called to tell me Steph’s having a girl. But that’s not all.”
“No, it’s not,” Josie whispered. “I just needed to see you. When you said you were going on a run… it got me scared.”
“Right. Because you still worry about me, huh?”
“Of course I do, Reese. You know I care about you.”
Reese gently touched her face. His thumbs stroking her cheeks. “We probably could have figured out a better way to handle our grief all those years ago.”
“Does that matter now?”
“Nope,” Reese said.
Josie was there for a different reason, but that reason went out the window as Reese leaned down and gently kissed her. He kissed her a few times before slipping a hand behind her neck and pulling her tighter. Their tongues flirted before he took control.
Josie quickly broke the kiss. She put her hands to his chest. “Reese…”
“We can be quiet, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I fucking need you right now.”
Josie felt her body tingle.
Reese moved away and opened the bathroom door. He looked back and grinned. “Come here. Look.”
Josie walked to the door and saw that Steph was sleeping. Her head to the side, passed out cold. Josie bit her lip, knowing what that meant. There was no excuse now. She knew what this all meant. What it did to Reese to go on a ride and almost not come back. The way it messed with his mind. He’d come back and be really clear for a little bit with thoughts. And he’d need his own release to calm down completely.
So, Josie shut the door and locked it. She turned and pushed at Reese, her hands shooting down to his jeans. She ripped his belt buckle open with ease and did the same to his jeans. Her right hand eased down the front and she felt him, thick and hard. With her other hand she scratched at his face and moved to her toes to kiss him.
The kiss was hotter than ever.
Josie touched Reese’s bare hardness, feeling his length, root to tip. She squeezed and groaned as they kissed, wanting him as much as he wanted her. She scratched her hand from his face down his body, feeling the roughness of his leather cut. She broke the kiss and inched down to his neck, tasting him.
With both hands she began to ease his jeans down, letting him be free. She felt his cock touch her clothed body, and even that was enough to make her jump and tingle.
Josie moved down, looked up, and never broke her stare as she fell to her knees before the sexy outlaw. Reese put his hands to the sink and gritted his teeth.
Using her right hand, Josie slipped her hand under his thick shaft, holding him. She came forward and gently kissed him. She left a trail of kisses to his cock, up to his tip. Her tongue came forward and she swirled around him. She readied herself as she opened her mouth to welcome him. She closed her eyes and gently moved down on him, taking his full tip into her mouth. She paused and groaned, sucking, pulling back, feeling the defined ridge of his tip slide against her top lip.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Reese groaned.
Josie groaned back and moved down more. She worked him into her mouth as far as she could reach. Her right hand held his thick root, slowly pumping him as her mouth loved the rest of him. Her left hand moved under his shirt, feeling the rippling muscles of his stomach.
She started to move faster, taking his cock into her mouth over and over. Her mouth and her hand working together, giving Reese a chance to relax and release from whatever had happened out on the road.
He moved his hands from the sink and played with her hair for a few seconds before gripping tight. He gently thrust at her mouth, testing her. Loving her with soft movements, exploring her mouth as she just stared up at him. She wanted to taste all of him…everything he had to offer.
Reese let out a deep groan and sucked in a breath.
“Ah, sweetheart,” Reese said.
He stopped moving.
Josie picked right up where Reese stopped.
