course I knew how the past went.
I lived through it.
But…
This wasn’t just some thing, now.
He wasn’t going to leave me on the side of the road.
I wasn’t going to get emotionally involved.
And I still had time to tease him and leave him hanging.
The warm mess between my legs was a reminder that his fingers still knew how to do their job. It was either that, or the fact that it had been so long since a man touched me that I turned into a waterfall after thirty seconds of play.
Yikes.
But whatever.
This wasn’t a competition.
I wanted to come, so I did.
And kissing Reed? Getting on top of him? Feeling that thick pulse from inside his jeans…
Fine, it was all because of what he did to that douche who groped my ass.
Reed was a rock star. He sweated sex. He had the look. Our history flirted with my mind and body over what he could do to me. How good he felt inside me. Then he took the time to find Don and set that whole thing up…
You’re dumb, Abby.
So be it then.
I was dumb.
Reed made the turn to go into his driveway.
For all I knew, this was going to work out perfectly.
I could cock block him in a second.
I already came, remember?
That meant we could go inside and I could get a glass of his most expensive whiskey and drink it. Then I could wave my middle fingers at him and walk away, leaving him hard. He could go call some rock star whore to come suck him off while I slept just fine.
It all sounded too good to be true.
And it kind of was.
Because thinking that… it sort of made me jealous.
Jealous that he could just pass me by without a thought.
Oh, god, I hated him so much.
But yet…
Reed came to a stop at the front of the house.
I hurried to get off the motorcycle and away from Reed.
I took the helmet off and put it on the ground.
Reed climbed off the motorcycle and pointed to the front door.
I nodded.
Get a drink. Get him hard… or keep him hard because there was an obvious bulge in his jeans right now… why am I looking at the bulge? I can’t look away… fuck… back to the plan… get a drink… don’t look at his bulge… fuck…
I lifted my gaze and took a deep breath.
Reed moved toward me and his hands touched my face.
That bullshit rock star charm still kind of made my knees tremble.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
I grabbed his shirt.
He moved his hands from my face and nodded.
I jumped up off my feet and Reed caught me.
I wrapped my legs around him.
And I threw my entire plan away.
Fuck.
We kissed like we were teenagers trying to figure out how to kiss.
Turning our heads side to side. Our tongues colliding, backing off, colliding again. My lips overtaking his one second, then his lips doing the same to me the next.
As he walked us through the front door of his giant house, our lips bounced with each step.
I grabbed at his hair.
There was a faint voice in the back of my head yelling to me that I could still do my plan.
I could still fuck with him.
I could still leave him standing there with his cock hard.
I groaned and put my head back.
Reed’s tongue touched my neck.
An electric pulse shot down my neck to between my legs.
I began to ache again.
Throbbing with a desire that I knew couldn’t be left untouched.
This was going to happen.
This had to happen.
This needed to happen right now.
As we moved down a hallway, Reed turned and pushed me against the wall.
I groaned and grabbed for his shirt.
I wiggled and put my feet on the floor.
I stepped out of my shoes.
His shirt went up and he backed away so I could take it off.
His body looked like someone chiseled it each morning.
I fucking hated that he looked so good naked.
I hated it.
That damn V line that cut into his jeans could make the purest of women blush and feel filthy things.
My fingertips touched that V line and followed it.
He grabbed my shirt and lifted it up.
I opened his jeans.
He opened my jeans again.
I grabbed his face and jumped to kiss him.
He picked me up and we walked a few feet.
Then he turned and walked me to another wall.
My feet hit the floor and I slid my right hand into the front of his jeans.
When I touched his cock, I bit my lip.
I looked down and let my hand follow the hard