Wouldn’t Reeve be happy to hear that?
God, Reeve…
He was a much more complicated puzzle piece to deal with. Because he was alive, and things between us could still alter and change. He swore that he wouldn’t have tried to have Amber killed. He swore it ended at keeping her captive and then letting her go. Either I believed him, or I didn’t. He’d answered the questions that had sent me looking for her without knowing I was even asking them. If there was any other version of the story, she was the only one who knew it. But she was gone and couldn’t tell it to me.
Except, I still had Reeve’s keys. And he was asleep. And the surveillance room couldn’t see what happened in his office. This was my chance to sneak in and watch his recordings from the previous summer.
I jumped up and went to the closet where I’d dumped my clothes after the stables. I rummaged through the bundle until I found the key ring. Cloaking them in my hand, I slipped out of my room, and headed for answers.
I made it down four stairs then stopped short.
If you need to see what’s on those recordings to believe him, then you shouldn’t stay with him anyway.
It was that voice in my head, the one that sounded a lot like Amber, the one I half-believed was Amber. And half-believed was me going crazy.
Crazy or not, the voice had a point. It was one thing when I wanted to see the surveillance data so that I could find out what had driven Amber to call me. But in the course of the evening, my motives had changed. Now I’d been told what had happened. Watching the recordings wouldn’t give me any more insight into her death. Possibly it could verify Reeve’s versions of events, but from the way he’d told it, I probably wouldn’t even be able to tell she was being held against her wishes. The only way they would clear things up for me at this point was if they showed something terrible happening to her that Reeve hadn’t told me about. And wasn’t that a long shot?
So it came down to the same thing it had before – either I believed him, or I didn’t. If I didn’t, if I had to watch to be put at ease, then I didn’t belong with him any more than Amber did.
When I thought about it in those terms my choice was simple. I didn’t even have to decide that I trusted him. I just had to know that I belonged to him. And I did know that.
Without any further thought, I headed back upstairs and into Reeve’s room. In the closet, I found the jacket he’d worn on our ride. I tucked the keys in the pocket and went out to join him in bed.
He was asleep already, but I wanted to wake him up. I needed to tell him —
Actually, I wasn’t sure what I needed to tell him. I’d just made a big decision, though, and I needed to let him know I’d chosen him. Chosen us. Eventually I’d have to come clean about everything. Come clean about how I’d come into his life and what I’d thought he’d done and it would be hard and maybe he wouldn’t forgive me. But whether he did or didn’t, I’d meant it when I said I wouldn’t run.
Maybe he meant it when he said he wanted to keep me.
I slipped out of my robe and climbed in under the covers next to him. My trust would come later, but I did have something I could give him now. He shifted, turning toward me, as if even in his sleep he sensed me.
I cupped my hand on his cheek. “Reeve.”
He opened his eyes. Looked straight into mine.
“I don’t want to take things from you anymore,” I said. “I don’t want value for value. I don’t want to be with you because you give me cars or take me on trips. I just want you. I just want to belong to you.”
It only took him a second to react. His mouth seized mine, his hands threaded in my hair, and he kissed the hell out of me. Kissed me hard and soft and everything in between. He was still kissing me when I climbed on top of him. I broke away to move down his body, down to where his crown peeked out over the waistband of his boxer briefs. I pulled them down just far enough to free his cock. He was throbbing steel. Thick and bulging.
My cunt was wet and wanting, but so was my mouth. I fisted him with one hand and licked up his shaft. Then I swirled my tongue across the tip, and I swear he got harder. When I parted my lips and sucked him inside, he moaned, and damn, that turned me on. Turned me on that I could please him. Made my chest swell that he kept his hands tucked under the pillow and let me play with him the way I wanted instead of taking over as director.
It wasn’t always what I wanted with him, but he seemed to understand this was conversation. This was me telling him things I couldn’t begin to say.
I licked him and sucked him until his breathing started to become ragged. When it seemed he was about to come, I straddled him and lined my entrance with his cock. With a groan, I slid down onto him, sheathing him with my pussy. He fit so well inside me, fit just right. Had I noticed that before? I wasn’t sure. It felt like a new discovery and yet it felt like something I’d always known. Felt like home. I would have been happy just sitting with him inside me, just enjoying the tightness of my cunt as he stretched me and pulsed against my walls.
But Reeve liked it hard and fast. So I worked my hips, grinding on him, riding him like he’d ridden me so many times before. It didn’t take long before the tightening began deep inside and my nerves began to sing.
“Does it feel good?” I asked, my voice thin and breathy.
“You do. You feel good.” He sat up suddenly and yanked a handful of my hair, grinning at my yelp. He bit my lower lip then said, “It’s cute, too, that you think your seduction tactics alone will give either of us what we need.”