Reese (Pack of Misfits #2) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,36

his strong arms, his scent. That neck that I just want to lick and nibble. I imagine him shoving me against the wall. His chest covering my back. My heated breasts pressing into the cold tile. He’d reach down, taking the showerhead from me, holding the water right on my clit, teasing me as he fisted his dick. And then he’d shove into me from behind, and I would...I would...I would...

Nope.

Can’t get there.

“Motherfucker!”

Frustrated, I smack the lever to turn off the water. In a huff, I leave the shower nozzle hanging there upside down so it can think about what it’s done. Or what it hasn’t done, really.

Walking back into the bedroom, I grab Luca’s towel and dry myself off with it of course, but that just gets me worked right back up to the peak, and I feel wetness gather between my thighs again, even though I just managed to wash all of that off.

My body sends a shooting cramp of pain in me, powerful enough to make me crumple onto the bed. A pained, frustrated sob escapes me as my body clamps down on nothing, my cunt throwing a giant fit about being empty.

I want Luca.

I want him. I can’t stop thinking about him, no matter how much I try. And I do try. I try really, really hard. As hard as Luca’s coc—Nope. Bad Reese! Luca doesn’t want to service me like I’m a damn car. At least, I don’t think so, or he would’ve offered. Right? Maybe I could go ask, just to be sure...

Fuck, I need relief, or I’m going to go crazy.

My head jerks up. Power tools. I need power tools ASAP.

I was wrong. I was so wrong about not needing to use them. I do need to use them. Maybe all of them. At the same time.

I’ve been holding off all this time, and that drawer has taunted me. But no more. I am done trying to take care of myself.

I haven’t eaten in over twenty-four hours. I haven’t slept either, aside for short, exhausted fifteen-minute intervals before I wake up grinding on my hands again. I need relief, or this heat is going to kill me.

When my next wave hits...God, I don’t even want to think about it. They’re all just bleeding together now, each one worse and more powerful than the last. And the pain...I’m so damn horny, and to add that with the cramping of my insides and the ache in my teeth and chest...it’s enough to make a girl snap. My rat has been rabid for days, whining and squeaking and rolling around inside of me, throwing perpetual fits.

I need some power tools right friggen now. If I can just orgasm, I’ll feel better. I know it.

Clawing the bed covers, I manage to heave myself onto my belly and start crawling across the mattress to the nightstand. I blow off a sweaty piece of hair where it’s stuck to my face and yank open the drawer. I blindly search around with my fingers, my hand closing around the first thing I feel.

I pull it out and rip into the plastic covering with my teeth before I even get a look at what it is. Desperate. I’m friggen desperate for relief.

The plastic is thick and unyielding, and I cut my gums on it as I gnaw and rip into it like an animal, but I don’t stop until I’ve ripped the thing apart. A shiny silver bullet goes flying in the air like it’s been shot out of a pistol.

“Noooooooo!”

Like everything is in slow-mo, I watch, open-mouthed, bits of plastic stuck to my tongue, hair wild and eyes wide, as the vibrator falls.

I jump to catch it, but I’m too slow, and that bullet is just too damn fast. It crashes against the wall in a spectacular view of bursting silver. Parts go flying as it splits apart in about a dozen different pieces.

I shriek in horror like I just dropped a million-dollar piece of jewelry down a storm drain. My body lands hard on the floor, bits of the little vibrator’s soul raining down on me.

“Nononononono.”

My body convulses. My core screams to be filled. My clit throbs in a hissy fit. And I’m so friggen hot. Sweat beads all over my skin. My mate-call screeches.

I need to come need to come need to come.

Something wet moves down my cheeks. Am I crying? I think I’m crying. I also think I might die. Can someone die from not being able