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With a shake of my head I try to push the thoughts down. Not all the way down… but enough that I can concentrate.
I have to find out what Ronan is planning for my mother’s trial. I need to. The matter feels more pressing and urgent with the more time that passes. Like the hints of what my future will become, my mother’s future is all just slipping through my hands like shifting sand.
Ronan’s lips are sealed, always so secretive. He won’t tell me a thing. Other methods of information aren’t working out as well as I would hope either. As much ground as I’ve gained with Knox, I don’t think he’ll ever go against his father. I think in some screwed up way Knox might believe he owes Ronan for the life he gave him.
But Reed, he likes me. And his walls, they’re less secure than Knox’s.
I think.
As I reach for the shower curtain, his song hits the high notes, an effortless climb for his buttery voice it would seem. My eyes darting from the sculpted muscles that flex in his back down to his perfect round ass. Did I mention how blessed he is?
I slide my fingers over his shoulder, water slipping down my wrist as he turns to face me in the now open shower stall. Gray eyes, almost blue, widen, his mouth parting, the song dying on his lips.
“I didn’t know you could sing,” I say letting my eyes drift over his equally admirable front half.
Blessed. My first thought.
I guess it’s a good thing he puts it to good use then. My second.
“I only sing in the shower.” His shoulders drop, his eyes glazing over with a subtle confidence. Slowly, his tongue runs over his damp bottom lip.
Water droplets slide down my arm soaking my shirt sleeve as I push his hair back from his forehead. I let my attention continue to drift. His confidence grows with a small smirk as he notices how often my eyes fall down.
It’s like a third arm.
“You should sing for me.”
His voice drops low, husky. “I prefer to make women sing.”
Large hands clasp my waist, his fingers digging into me in his tight hold. He pulls me in and pushes me up against the wet wall. My clothes feel heavy with the water that weighs them down, leaving my perfect white button up clinging to my skin, my black bra beneath now apparent.
He smells like soap as he leans down, his eyes closing. The soft pillows of his lips press into my palm as I hold it up to stop him. Reed opens his eyes.
“What’s Ronan planning?”
“Why’d you fuck with me in the kitchen? Do you like me or are you just screwing with me to screw with Knox?”
His eyes are steel slits and I cannot believe he asks this question after he just tried to fuck me. The priorities on this one.
For a single second I consider lying and brushing it all off but I want him to know the hard truth.
“I fucked with you in the kitchen because I wanted you to know what it felt like to be hurt for no apparent reason. Just like you did to me.”
His features soften and my heart squeezes at the sight of it.
“I like you, Reed. But I’m not playing anyone’s games any more. I have bigger shit in my life to deal with.
He nods slowly in understanding.
My hand falls away drawing slow circles on the slick lines of his chest. I ignore the deep furrow of his brow. Thankfully, his confusion doesn’t have him pulling away. For now, I can enjoy the sensation of all of him pressing into all of me.
All. Of. Him.
“What’s Ronan planning?” I ask again with an edge to my tone.
“Mr. Reyes doesn’t tell me shit. I don’t know what you mean, Dee.”
That’s not what I want to hear. Give me the details. Where are the details, Reed?
