Chapter 13 - Reiner

If you told me a month ago that I’d be living in a house with a girl who was pretending to be my girlfriend, I would’ve laughed in your face. But here I am, sitting on her couch, arguing with her about where I’m going to sleep.

“I’m not taking the bed,” she argues. “You’re the one who’s injured. You’re the one who needs to rest. You’re the one who needs to heal. I’m fine. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No,” I state without room for argument. “A man does not make a woman sleep on the couch.”

“This isn’t the 1950s,” she counters. “Women can sleep on the couch if they want to.”

“Not in my house,” I say.

“You’re not even sleeping in your house,” she reminds me. “You’re sleeping in my house. So, therefore, you don’t get a say in what happens in my house.”

“I’m not sleeping in your bed.”

“Then I’m not, either,” she declares. “I guess we’re both sleeping out here, then. I’ll take the floor, and you can have the couch.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I scoff. “You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, and I’m not taking the bed.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” Gwen stomps out of her bedroom. Her curlers are still in her hair, and she’s wearing a long, pink nightgown. “You two are the most stubborn people I’ve ever met. Why are you even fighting about this? Why can’t you both sleep in the bed?”

“Because…” Jane trails off, and for a second, I’m almost afraid she’s going to tell her the truth. “Because Rafe is hurt, and I don’t want to accidentally roll over and hurt him.”

“Oh, honey, you sleep like the damn dead,” Aunt Gwen says with a sigh. “I doubt you’ll even move. Now, enough of this. I’m tired, and I have a headache. Stop arguing and go to bed. Both of you. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I grumble.

“Aunt Gwen, I don’t think─”

“Bed. Now.”

“Okay,” Jane relents, holding her hands up. “We’re going.”

“Good,” Aunt Gwen says with a curt nod. “And I don’t want to hear another word about it. Now, good night.”

She disappears back into her room, and Jane and I look at each other.

“Looks like we’re sharing the bed,” I comment with a smirk.

“Yeah,” she agrees. “Looks like it.”

“I’ll try not to hog the covers,” I tease.

“I’ll try not to drool all over you,” she retorts.

“You can drool all over me,” I say, winking at her. “I don’t mind.”

She blushes and turns away, and I laugh.

“Come on,” I say, standing. “Let’s go to bed. I’m exhausted.”

She nods and stands, and we walk to her room. I pause in the doorway and watch her. She’s so beautiful. She’s wearing a pair of tiny shorts and a tank top, and her hair is pulled back in a ponytail. Even in this relaxed state, she’s breathtaking. Sleeping next to her that first night was torture. I could feel her heat, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to touch her. And now I’m going to have to sleep next to her again, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to resist.

“Do you need help getting your shirt off?” she offers, getting quieter with each word as though she’s embarrassed by her question.

“Uh, yeah,” I agree. “That would be great.”

I turn around, and she helps me lift the shirt over my head. Her fingers brush against my skin, and I have to suppress a groan. It was the same way back at the infirmary. When she was helping me with the bandages, her hands were everywhere, and I could feel her touch all the way to my bones. And when she kissed me, I had to stop myself from taking it further. The disappointment on her face was clear as day, but I just didn’t trust myself not to do something stupid.

Not to mention I was in a pretty vulnerable state. The last thing I ever want Jane to see me as is weak, and I was definitely feeling weak at that moment.

But now here we are, alone in her room, and she’s touching me again. I’m half-naked, and she’s right here, and I want her. I want her so badly.

“There,” she says, tossing the shirt in the hamper. “All done.”

“Thanks,” I murmur, looking anywhere but at those beautiful gray eyes.

“You’re welcome,” she replies. “Now, let’s get some sleep. You need your rest.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “Sleep.”

I climb into the bed and lie down, keeping my eyes on the ceiling. I don’t dare look at her. Not if I want to keep my resolve.

She climbs into the other side of the bed and pulls the covers up. I can feel the heat of her body, and I close my eyes, trying to block out the urge to reach for her.

“Night, Reiner,” she whispers.

“Night, Jane,” I reply.

It takes her a long time to fall asleep. I can hear her breathing, and I can feel her tossing and turning. I stay still, my back to her, and I focus on the sounds of the night. When her breathing evens out and her movements stop, I know she’s asleep.

I wait a few more minutes, just to be sure, and then I roll over and look at her.

She’s lying on her side, facing me, and she’s so beautiful. Her dark hair is spilling across the pillow, and her lips are parted slightly. She’s so peaceful and so perfect.

I can’t help myself. I reach out and brush her hair away from her face. She doesn’t stir, and I smile. I lean over and press a soft kiss to her forehead, and then I settle back on my side of the bed and close my eyes.

When Lionel and his wolves attacked us, I was certain I was going to die. I was ready for it. I was prepared. But now, as I lay here listening to the sound of Jane’s breathing, I realize that although I made it out, the danger is still there. As soon as it was obvious we were going to come out the victors, Lionel and his men retreated, but I know they’re still out there. I know they’re still a threat. I know they’re going to come back, and I’m terrified.

I’m not afraid to die. I’m not afraid of the pain. But the thought of anything happening to Jane and her family terrifies me. I don’t know where the protective urge is coming from, but I do know there’s no use fighting it. I’m going to protect her, and I’m going to make sure she’s safe. I’m going to make sure everyone is safe.

***

It’s not the sun that wakes me up. In fact, when I open my eyes, it’s still pitch black in the room. But I’m awake, and I’m alert.

Jane is lying beside me, whimpering and moaning in her sleep. It’s not until I hear her moan my name that I realize what’s going on.

She’s having a sex dream.

About me.

Holy shit.

I’m frozen, unsure of what to do. Her breath picks up until she’s panting, and her hips start rocking.

“Reiner,” she moans.

That’s it. I can’t take it anymore.

“Jane,” I whisper, shaking her shoulder. “Wake up, baby.”

She whimpers and rocks her hips harder.

“Jane,” I say a little louder. “Wake up.”

“Reiner,” she moans.

“Jane, wake the fuck up,” I growl.

“Huh?”

“Open your eyes, sugar,” I demand.

She does, and her eyes widen when she sees me hovering over her.

“What are you─”

“Sounded like you were having quite the dream,” I comment with a smirk.

She thinks for a moment, and then her face turns bright red. “Oh my god,” she groans, covering her face with her hands. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I didn’t mean to. I─”

“Shh,” I say, pulling her hands away. “Don’t apologize.”

“But─”

“I liked it,” I admit. “I like the thought of you dreaming about me. About us.”

“What makes you think I was dreaming about you?” she snaps.

“You said my name,” I tease.

“I did not,” she argues.

“You did,” I insist. “Several times.”

“No, I─”

“You moaned my name,” I counter. “You were really worked up.”

“Oh, god.” She tries to roll away, but I stop her, grabbing her hip and holding her in place.

“I’m not complaining,” I assure her. “In fact, I loved it.”

“You did?” she asks, her voice a little breathless.

“Yeah,” I whisper, leaning closer. “I did. And I was thinking…”

“What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking I’d like to help you with your problem,” I murmur.

“I don’t have a problem,” she says.

“Yes, you do,” I reply. “You’re horny. You’re turned on. You’re aching.”

“I─”

“I can help,” I tell her. “If you want me to.”

She’s silent for a moment, but then she says, “But you’re hurt.”

“I am,” I agree. “But I’m not dead. I can still make you feel good. I can still make you come.”

“But─”

“Do you want me to?” I ask. “Do you want me to make you come?”

“I… I…”

“Tell me, Jane,” I command.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Good girl,” I praise. “Now, I’m going to eat you out, and you’re going to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’m going to stop. Understand?”

“But what if I─”

“You won’t,” I assure her. “You’ll be a good girl and be quiet. Won’t you?”

“I’ll try,” she agrees.

“Good,” I say, smiling. “Now, I’m going to pull these off.”

I hook my thumbs around the waistbands of her shorts and panties and slowly tug them down her legs. She lifts her hips, helping me, and I toss them aside.

“Spread your legs,” I order.

She does as I say, and I groan at the sight of her glistening pussy in the moonlight.

“Fuck, sugar,” I hiss. “You’re soaking wet.”

“Reiner,” she whispers, her cheeks turning pink.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I tell her. “It’s hot.”

She doesn’t say anything, and I know she’s nervous.

“Have you ever had an orgasm before?” I ask.

“I… I… no,” she admits.

“I’m going to be the first one to taste you,” I state.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Good,” I say, planting my lips on her jaw.

She sucks in a breath and closes her eyes. I trail my lips down her neck and across her collarbone. I can feel her pulse racing under my lips, and it’s intoxicating.

I move lower and bunch up her t-shirt until her breasts are exposed. Her nipples are hard, and I can’t resist. I swirl my tongue around one, and she gasps.

“Shh,” I remind her. “Quiet.”

She nods, and I continue my exploration. I lick and suck and nibble, and she’s trembling beneath me as I lavish attention on her body.

I move to her other breast and give it the same treatment. Then, I kiss my way down her stomach and settle between her legs, where I nip at her thighs and inhale her scent. She’s going to remember this night for the rest of her life—I’ll make sure of it. I’m going to go slow and take my time. I’m going to make sure she enjoys every second of it.

I run my tongue through her folds, and she bites her lip to keep from crying out. Her eyes are closed, and her hands are fisted in the sheets. She’s trying so hard to keep quiet, and it’s adorable.

When she tries to buck her hips as I flick my tongue over her clit, I grab them and hold her still. She whimpers, and I chuckle against her skin. She tastes so fucking good, and I can’t get enough.

I lap at her, licking and sucking, and she’s writhing under me. She’s panting and moaning, and when I slip a finger inside her, she arches her back and lets out a strangled cry.

“Shh,” I murmur, looking up at her. “You’re being too loud. You need to be quiet.”

“I’m trying,” she whines.

“Try harder,” I demand. “Or I’ll have to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” she begs.

I smirk and return to her pussy. I lick her from top to bottom, and she squirms as I add a second finger, stretching her. She’s so tight, and I’m already imagining what it’s going to feel like when I’m finally inside her.

I wrap my lips around her clit and suck while I thrust my fingers in and out, and her breaths come faster. She’s close, and I’m loving it.

I curl my fingers, hitting that spot, and she lifts her hips off the bed, her back arching. She’s biting her lip so hard, I’m surprised she hasn’t broken the skin.

“Come for me,” I growl.

I suck her clit into my mouth and thrust my fingers deep, and she explodes. She clamps her thighs around my head as her pussy clenches around my fingers, and she slaps her hand over her mouth to muffle her scream.

I keep pumping my fingers and flicking her clit, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible. When she finally comes down, I slowly remove my fingers and kiss her pussy.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmur. “You did so well.”

“Oh my god,” she whispers, her chest heaving.

“How was it?” I ask, kissing her inner thigh.

“Amazing,” she breathes. “I never knew it would be like that.”

“I’m glad I could be the one to show you,” I reply, and it strikes me how much I actually mean it.

Somehow, the idea of any other man touching her, making her come, makes me want to rip someone’s throat out.

I don’t understand it. I don’t want to think about it. This is just a physical attraction, a mutual need. Nothing more.