7. Reid

7

REID

T his far into my life, I thought I'd experienced all the feelings there were to feel. But Mackenna has cracked open something new inside me. It's hard to explain. All I know is that I want her more than I've ever wanted anything else. I want her kisses. Her laughter. Her attention. Her endless company.

Jesus, I feel like I've been hit with Cupid's arrow.

Shaking my head at myself, I look around at my gutted house and wonder if it was a stupid idea to invite her up here. There's nothing impressive about the house yet. It's just a blank slate. I have the ability to look at it and see all its potential, but that doesn't mean she'll see it, too.

"Wow. Reid, your house looks so much bigger now with everything cleared out."

I turn and see Mackenna standing in my doorway, smiling that gorgeous smile of hers. The corner of my own mouth lifts when I see that she's holding a container in her hands.

"If that's what I think it is, it's unnecessary," I say as I walk over to her.

She shakes her head. "You were really helpful with Daisy yesterday. I can't let that go unappreciated."

"A simple thank you was more than enough."

"Well, I was in the mood to bake." She pushes the container into my hands and looks around again. "Are you expanding the layout? Is that why that part of the wall is gone?"

"Exactly. I don't need this to be a huge house, but I do want a little more room."

"Makes sense."

She starts to walk through the house, and I follow her, watching her as she takes everything in.

"I like the changes you made to the window openings," she says. "Such a better view."

When we step into the room that's eventually going to become the primary bedroom, Mackenna glances at the sleeping bag on the floor and shoots me a curious look. "Have you been staying here overnight?"

"On occasion. Sometimes it makes more sense to crash here than drive home."

"It doesn't look very comfortable."

"There's a pad underneath the sleeping bag. It's more comfortable than it looks."

"Why do I have a hard time believing that?" She gives me a playfully challenging look as she kicks off her shoes. The next thing I know, she's lying down on my sleeping bag with her hands folded behind her head. "Huh. Wow. It actually isn't that bad."

"Like I said, it's more comfortable than it looks."

She fakes an exaggerated yawn. "Well, goodnight."

"Oh, no you don't," I say.

"I've had a long day, Reid," she says, eyes closed. "I'm exhausted."

"You are not taking a nap in my sleeping bag."

"Technically, I'm on your sleeping bag, not in your sleeping bag…hey!" Her eyes fly open as I scoop her up into my arms. "Put me down!"

I laugh, lay her back down, and move over her, the sleeping bag rustling noisily beneath us. When I kiss her, she pushes her whole body against me with need.

"You little flirt," I murmur before sucking on her bottom lip.

"You like it," she whispers.

"I like you. "

"I like you, too." Her eyes shine at me. "A lot."

I kiss her until her lips are swollen, and then I start to move down her body. I kiss her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. When I reach the curve of her breasts, she reaches down for the hem of her top and pulls it up over her head, then unhooks her bra. I'm already hard, but the sight of her rosy nipples makes me painfully rigid.

I lick her tits, savoring the pleasured sound that escapes from her lips. Then I continue to work my way down, pressing kisses over her soft belly. The next thing in the way is a pair of thigh-hugging shorts, but with a few rough tugs, I easily get those down off her gorgeously full hips.

The sleeping bag rustles softly as she removes the last thing she's wearing, a pair of seashell-pink cotton panties with a tiny bow in the front. Before she can throw them aside, I grab the panties from her and stuff them in my pocket.

"Mine now."

She smirks at me. "What, are you going to use them to jerk off?"

"That's my business."

She kicks me, but I can tell she's turned on by it. She drags her teeth over her lips, her eyes following my hand as it slides between her legs.

My fingertips meet her wetness, and she inhales a sharp gasp. I rub her slowly, circling my fingers over her clit, focused entirely on her pleasure.

"How does this feel so good?" she asks breathlessly.

The sound of her wetness fills my ears, teasing my cock. The thought of pushing myself into her tight virgin cunt is almost too much to bear. I clench my jaw as I continue to touch her, my fingers coated in her juices.

"Oh, God," Mackenna moans, her swollen lips parted with disbelief. Needing to see her, I push open her thighs with my free hand. Her pussy is even prettier than I imagined it to be.

Something hot sears through me, filling my chest with an unforeseen desire. I want to see her fertile pussy filled with my cum. I want to see it dripping out of her pulsing slit. With a groan, I rub her harder, faster, making her cry out with heightened pleasure. Seconds later, she comes, clasping her thighs together around my hand.

I'm breathing just as hard as her as she comes down the other side. As her body relaxes, I move up and kiss her. She laughs and smiles at me, running her hands up my chest.

"Hi," she says sweetly.

"How are you feeling?"

"Amazing."

"Good." I stroke her cheek. "Now we know something you like."

"Mm-hmm," she says, her apple cheeks glowing. "What do you like, Reid?"

I think of the obscene desire that just seared through me. There's no way I can tell her about it. Hell, I'm still processing it myself.

"I like making you feel good," I say. It's the truth. Just not the entire story.

"Yeah, but what about you? What makes you feel as good as I do right now?"

It's tempting to guide her hand down to my cock. I could show her how to stroke it, how to make me explode.

But then I notice the goosebumps on her arms.

"Forget that for now," I say, frowning as I rub my hands over her bare skin. "You're cold."

"I mean, I am naked in a house with no walls or heat," she says, laughing.

I reach out to grab her clothes and help her put them back on. When she's dressed, I pull her close to me, and the two of us cuddle up together on the sleeping bag.

"You have a skylight," she says, peering at the unfinished ceiling above us. "Is that new?"

"Yeah. I thought it would be nice to see the stars as I'm falling asleep."

"I love that. I wish I had a skylight above my bed."

"You can enjoy mine."

"Oh, yeah? How often can I come over?" she says, grinning at me.

I almost say, As often as you want . But it feels like a dumb thing to say. Clearing my throat, I say, "Easy. Let's take it a day at a time."

"Aw. You're no fun. I want commitment, Reid."

I can tell she's joking, but hearing her talk like that stokes the embers glowing inside me. Where did this fire come from? How the hell did I go from resisting her to wanting to impregnate her? How can I be feeling so much right now?

If any answers exist, they're far beyond my reach.