His blue eyes turned heated, and begging was a memory. Though, admittedly, kind of a good one.
Reed Luca fucked me. Raw, hard, angry kind of fucking until we both reached our climax together. And I loved every single second of it.
It wasn’t until my breaths slowed and my heart rate calmed that the full realization hit me.
I was lying naked in bed with Reed Luca.
Oh, and I had just fucked him, too.
Yeah.
I just had sex with Reed Luca.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Time for you to go.
Lola—
No. Please, for once, do what I’m asking and go.
With desperation and embarrassment swallowing her face, and the top sheet of her bed swallowing her small body, I’d done what she asked.
I’d have done fucking anything she asked and then some, but I motherfucking hated that what she wanted was for me to be gone. It was the very first time I’d ever felt such strong dislike for anything, ever. Action, decision, obligation—this was the absolute worst thing I’d ever put myself through at the hands of someone else.
Still, I’d done it. For Lola.
But the rest of the night had been goddamn torture. One restless dream after another, I’d pictured how unequipped I was to handle a substantial relationship wrestling with how badly I found myself wanting one like fucking WWE stars.
Bound by my emotions, I’d run one errand before coming here—one I’d sworn I’d never cave to—to the STT Wireless store for a cell phone. I felt bewildered and out of my element and completely opposed to change, but one nagging thing trumped any and all of those simple doubts.
If Lola ever wanted me gone again, there was no way I’d be bound and gagged by my own disassociation with modern communication.
I’d be able to get in touch with her, and more than that, she’d be able to get in touch with me. Always.
“Lola, answer the door. I know you’re in there,” I yelled as I knocked.
Only thirty seconds or so passed. “No, I’m not,” she muttered, the sound muffled by the thick wood door between us.
I smiled. Thirty seconds wasn’t bad compared to what I was expecting.
God, her face last night. She’d looked horrified.
“Come on, LoLo. Open the door for Uncle Reed. I promise not to touch you in the bad way,” I cajoled.
I heard the chain give just before the support of the door left my face. It wasn’t exactly the line that I thought would gain me entry, but I wasn’t complaining.
Disgust tinged the corners of her eyes as they met mine. Apparently, I’d won this one solely on shock value. “That is so horribly inappropriate and creepy.”
She wore sleep shorts and a baggy T-shirt, and her pink-tipped feet were bare. Disheveled and falling around her face, her hair entranced me, and it was all I could do not to reach out and run a hand through the silky strands.
“I know,” I admitted easily. “But if we’re operating on a system made up of strictly punishment and reward, you’ve just completely derailed my training.”
“What training?” she mumbled, opening the door for me to step inside.
“Wasn’t that the theme of last week’s column? ‘Train your man to be the man you want him to be’ or some other such bullshit?”
“That was not what I said! It was about oral techniques, for fuck’s sake!”
There she is. The Lola I knew so well—enjoyed so much—was coming out to play. “Huh. Mine might need some revision, then.”
“What? What did you say? Let me see it!”
I pulled the folded piece of paper from my back pocket and handed it over.
“Fellatio-addicted MILFs stuff their mouths with thirteen-inch man meat?”
“Oh, shit,” I muttered through a laugh. “Wrong paper. My bad.” Surprisingly on topic, though.
I reached to my other back pocket for my actual article and then held out my hand for her to make the switch.
“Wait, wait, wait!” she shrieked. “You can’t just drop a paper in my hands with the words ‘Fellatio-addicted MILFs stuff their mouths with thirteen-inch man meat’ and then not address it.”
“Sure, I can.”
“Reed!”
“Relax. It’s just research for my next column,” I lied.
“Reed Luca!”
“Ooh, the last name, huh? Okay. I had a minor role in a B-list porno right when I got out of high school—”
“No, you didn’t!” She poked me straight in the chest, and I laughed.
“I didn’t. You’re right. But if I had, it definitely would have been in a film entitled like this one.”
“I thought you’d never measured?”
I almost said something about how she would know, but thankfully, thought better of it. I was just getting her into the swing of our normal back-and-forth. No need to go and make it awkward by addressing the really, really intense sex in the room.