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The room is filled with the sounds of our moans and whimpers, our bodies moving in rhythm.
Reece's gaze never leaves mine as he sets a pace that is both gentle and commanding. His dominance shines through, but it is tempered with tenderness, a balance I've never experienced before. It's as if he's unlocking a side of himself that he only trusted me to see.
He bends down to capture my lips; his taste fills my senses, intoxicating me further. Our bodies move in unison, the pleasure building.
I arch my back, offering myself fully to him, and he takes advantage of the invitation. His hands grip my hips firmly, guiding me to meet his every thrust. The sensations are overwhelming, a mixture of pain and pleasure that pushes me to the edge. Reece's touch is possessive and demanding, his dominance taking hold as he claims my body as his own.
But amidst the intensity, I still feel the emotional connection that binds us together. It’s not just about physical pleasure; it's about the deep understanding we have for one another.
I can see the same hunger reflected in Reece's eyes. He knows exactly what I need. His movements become faster, desperate, driving us closer to the edge.
And then it happens. The world shatters around us as we find our release radiating from where we are joined.
ChapterFifteen
Reece - New Year’s Day
Iblink once, then twice. Daylight floods the room, the sun's rays piercing through the window in sharp, almost accusatory beams. I shield my eyes with my bicep, the light too harsh for my just-awakened state. It's morning, and my mind races to piece together the fragments of last night. Where am I?
The pool house… Genesis… Where the hell did she go?
I tentatively turn my head, looking at the spot beside me where she should be. The sheets are cold, undisturbed as if no one else had been here. Was it all a dream? No, my body aches in an unmistakably real way, a testament to late-night activities. She was here, but now, this quiet, empty space tells me she's gone.
I reach for my phone, desperate for some clue, a message, anything. But there's nothing—no email, text, or missed calls.
Did she leave, just like that, after everything we shared, after the emotions we exchanged? White-hot anger surges through me. I don’t just open up to anyone, but I opened up to her.
In a rush of frustration, I fling the sheets and comforter off. The realization hits me—I'm still naked.
Fuck.
I can smell her lingering on my skin, a faint scent of roses mixed with the undeniable aroma of sex. It's all that's left of her, and it only fuels my frustration.
I groan, dragging a hand down my face. I think I still have some clothes in the closets from previous holidays spent here. I need a shower, dress and figure out what's going on.
After a quick check confirms Genesis is not in the pool house, I stomp to the bathroom, needing to relieve my bladder. Stepping into the shower, I welcome the hot water cascading over my face, hair, and body. I let it sting my skin, almost as if it could wash away the confusion and irritation.
Once I feel scrubbed clean, almost raw, I stalk back to the bedroom and throw open the closet. Thank God, there are some clothes here—a mix of winter and summer wear from past visits. I grab a pair of jeans and a sweater, rummaging through a drawer for socks. A pair of tennis shoes is also in the back of the closet. I don't care about my hair or how I look—hopefully, none of the guests have stayed over, or at least none that I care about impressing.
I need to find her to understand why she left without a word. I storm out of the pool house, my mind ablaze with thoughts of Genesis. How dare she leave without a trace? After everything we shared last night, after the intensity of our connection, how could she just vanish into thin air? I am immediately blinded by the glare of sunlight reflecting off fresh-fallen snow. I mutter curses under my breath, irritated that I don’t have a coat or sunglasses. It's freezing and bright.
I stride along the path, the snow soaking into my shoes. The main house looms ahead, a grand structure with imposing columns and a pristine facade. As I approach, I catch glimpses of movement to my right. A knot forms in my stomach, wondering if any other guests saw Genesis leave the pool house.
That's when I see them near the driveway—Robyn and Genesis. So she left my bed but didn't leave the property. They seem to be in a heated conversation. I don’t want to barge into that scene. I try to stay out of sight, attempting to eavesdrop, but their words are muffled from where I'm standing.
"It doesn't look good, Big Brother,” Talon remarks, coming up behind me. He's holding a mug of coffee—I can tell by the smell—and wearing a winter coat.Damn him, I think, envious of his warmth and drink.
"What's going on?" I ask, snatching the mug from him and taking a sip.
"Hey! What the hell?" he protests loudly.
"Get over it. It's cold out here," I retort, needing the warmth of the coffee. "I need something hot."
"Seems like you had somethinghotlast night, Reece," Talon teases. "I saw Genesis leaving the pool house earlier. And now, here you are, coming from that direction... Doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened." He waggles his brows suggestively like the little brat brother he is. "And here is Robyn, first thing this morning and still here… Looks like Knox low-key got some too," Talon adds with a smirk, mentioning our brother. "Wonder if Mom and Dad know about all the kinky stuff happening under their roof?"
"Do you ever shut up, Talon?" Knox asks, joining us.
"I was about to ask the same question," I reply, glaring at my younger brother. "Anyway, what the hell happened last night?" I ask Knox, nodding toward Robyn and Genesis, still deep in conversation over by the car.
