Smash_ A Stepbrother MMA Romance(87)

Either would have been fine, actually.

“I’m not staring, asshole.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind being eye candy for you.”

“You really haven’t changed.”

“You have. There’s something new about you.”

“What?” I couldn’t help but ask.

He narrowed his eyes. “Becca . . . did you finally kiss a boy?”

I rolled my eyes. “Nope. Still a prude.”

“I think that’s a lie. Did you go a little wild your last semester?”

I laughed. If only he knew how incredibly wrong that was. In fact, I had done almost nothing but study. Sure, I had been with a few guys at school, but not like he was thinking.

“You caught me. I was the school slut.”

He nodded. “I thought so. You carry it well.”

I rolled my eyes. “Is this how it’s going to be all summer?”

He stood up, taking a swill of his beer, and walked over toward me.

“You know how it is, Becca.”

“How’s that?” I asked softly.

His gaze was intense. “If you want to know, you can find me any time.”

He walked off without another word. His voice lingered in the space between us, heat rushing up my spine, sending shivers down my legs. I realized I was dripping wet already.

I shook my head. It was going to be a rough summer.





Chapter Four: Reid


Earlier that day



I slipped over the fence and watched as Becca kept walking back toward the house, mentally kicking myself for bringing her along on my little “hike.” She was going to get suspicious if I kept giving her bullshit answers to every question she had.

I turned and hurried out into the woods, moving faster than normal. I had to get to the van and then meet Thom for the drop, and although I had plenty of time, part of me wanted to put as much distance between Becca and me as fast as possible.

It wasn’t like she would follow me or anything. Even though she had grown up in Ridgewood and hiked the woods a thousand times, she still didn’t know the area like I did. As far as I could tell, she’d forgotten what it was like living out near the wilderness. She’d gone a little soft out at college.

But I hadn’t gone soft.

Far from it, over the last few years I had learned more about the woods than anyone I knew. For some reason it just came naturally to me. The world made sense when I was out moving through the trees, quietly tracking deer or following a path nobody else could see. It wasn’t exactly the same feeling I got when I was climbing, but it was close.

It took me a half hour of hard hiking to find my little van hideout. I pulled open the door and climbed in, shutting it behind me.

Home sweet home. Or at least, my home away from home. It was my safe haven from the world, the one place where I knew nobody would bother me. Becca was the only person I had ever shown it to, and it would probably stay that way for a long time.

I reached under the mess of wool and cotton blankets and felt the smooth package wrapped in brown paper. It was pretty large and weighed a ton. I jostled it slightly and heard the unmistakable sound of clattering pills.

The worried knot in my stomach finally unclenched and I let out a sigh of relief.

I hated leaving the stuff out in the van, but I couldn’t risk taking it home with me. I knew it was incredibly unlikely that a random hiker would find the van, let alone decide to steal everything from it, but still. It was a risk leaving it out in the open.

I covered the package back up and leaned against the back door. The memory of kissing Becca came back to me unbidden.

That fucking girl. She had no clue what she did to me, even though I was constantly telling her. I loved the way she walked, her hips swaying slightly, that nice ass full and thick. I wanted to grab her hips and press her up against a tree to fuck her brains out every time we talked.

I could feel my cock stiffen against my jeans. I unbuckled my belt and pulled them down, revealing my stiff shaft.

Becca. I wanted to make her come as many times as was humanly possible. I began to stroke myself, thinking about her body and what I’d do to it.

I wanted to press my tongue against her clit and hear her moan. I wanted her to beg me to fuck her as I continued to lick and suck her pussy, sliding one finger in and out of her.

I wanted her to say my name as I pulled her hair and rammed my dick deep. I wanted to feel the sweet wet warmth of her soaked-through pussy as she bucked back against my dick, riding me like she needed it more than anything.

I clenched my jaw as I moved my hand faster. I wanted to feel her body tense as an orgasm built and went rolling through her skull.

I wanted to feel her soft tits in my hands.

I wanted to make her toes curl and her eyes roll back.