God, she’s fucking perfect.
Beth steps out into the hallway to answer the call. I’m sure she’s doing that so she’ll pay attention to whatever it is Mia has to say, and not the hand on my dick.
She likes to watch, I know that now. She’ll force my hand where she wants it while I’m bringing her pleasure. Those wild eyes lingering on my flesh as her body submits to me. I’ve explored every part of her over the past two days, taken her how we both needed, harder when she demanded it, slower when she begged. I’ve fucked Beth Davis until my body burned with exhaustion, and I’m nowhere near my fill. That’s never happened to me, but it’s her, it’s fucking her, and it’s not just the sex that’s got me like this.
It’s everything.
The moments in between when we’re laughing in bed or on the couch, watching TV. When she’s telling me every tiny detail of her life and asking me about mine. I’ve never enjoyed being around someone this much before. She’s funny, she’s constantly saying shit that makes me laugh. She’s honest and sweet as hell, and she isn’t ashamed to ask for what she wants. Why the fuck would I want to do anything besides what we’ve been doing? The past couple days with her have been perfect.
She shrieks in the distance. “Oh my God! Yes! That sounds like so much fun!”
Shit. Why did I let her get up?
She runs into the room, the phone pressed to her ear. “Mia wants to go dancing tonight with everyone to celebrate her fantastic news. You wanna go?”
I watch, amused at her excitement, tucking my hands behind my head to prop myself up.
She slowly looks away, laying her other hand against her cheek while she listens to Mia. “Oh, um, Reed. I’m at Reed’s house,” she says quietly into the phone. “Yeah. Yeah, we are.” Our eyes lock. She stares at me, sliding her hand down the side of her neck as a hint of a smile twists across her mouth. “Me too,” she says into the phone.
I don’t need to hear the other side of this conversation to know what Mia just asked. That sweet fucking face at the end of the bed is giving it away.
A strange stillness settles over me. My heart rate slows, my lungs taking in long, deep breaths, instead of the quick ones I’m used to taking whenever I look at her. There’s something about listening to Beth tell someone else she’s mine. Something so fucking right about it, like she’s always been meant to say it. Like I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear it. I don’t just want Mia to know, I want everyone to know. People I don’t even give a shit about. My mind was made up five minutes ago that we weren’t going anywhere today. I sure as hell wasn’t in for going dancing, but hearing Beth’s voice, watching that damn smile stretch across her face, I’m ready to agree to anything that’ll get her out in public with me. I want her on my arm just as much as I want her in my bed.
Maybe even more.
“Yeah, definitely. Okay, great, we’ll see you there.” She walks back over to the pile of clothes and drops the phone on top. “We’re meeting them at six. Some place called Heat. Do you know where that is?”
“Come here.”
She scrapes her teeth along her lip, hesitantly crawling back on the bed. She kneels beside me. All dark hair, pale skin, and that sweet heart-shaped face.
“Was it okay what I just did? Telling Mia we’re together?”
I run my knuckles against her cheek. She closes her eyes, leaning into my touch.
I spend the next two hours showing her just how okay it is.
“THIS PLACE IS PACKED!” BETH yells over the music, some Lil Jon, or Lil Wayne song. Lil somebody, I don’t fucking know. She squeezes my hand as I lead her through the crowd of people on the dance floor.
Fucking right it’s packed. It’s Saturday night, though. I wasn’t expecting the only nightclub in Ruxton to be dead, but I was hoping for it. If I have a hard time hearing Beth all night over this shit they’re blaring through the speakers, I might drag her out of here before we have time to celebrate with anyone.
Through a break in the bodies, I spot Ben and Mia over by the bar. “Come on. They’ve got a table,” I tell her over my shoulder.
As soon as Mia sees us, her face breaks into a huge, knowing smile. “Hey, you two.”
She doesn’t need to yell. The music isn’t as deafening by the bar.
Beth takes the stool next to Mia, and they exchange a brief hug before talking closely, looking over at me between every other word. I tip my chin at Ben as I take a seat.
“Hey, man. Sorry we’re late.”
Not really.
Taking Beth to her aunt’s so she could get ready led to getting pulled into the shower, which led to returning to my house for another change of clothes, since mine were soaking wet. We were supposed to get here twenty minutes ago. Naked Beth and time management don’t mix well, but I’ll be late any damn time she wants to do that again.