Maybe This Time (Maybe #1)(65)

“You. We’ve never had make up sex before,” he says, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. His gaze roams my body, my tight black top and short denim skirt.

“Is that right?” I ask.

“Yeah, and baby, I really want under that skirt,” he says in a low, husky tone. He stares at my thighs and licks his lips. I start walking backwards, backing away to the bedroom. Stalking me like prey, Reid grins. “You wanna play, do you, beauty?”

Without answering, I run to his room, laughing when he catches me around my waist and lifts me in the air.

“Missed you so much,” he says in between kisses. “So f*cking much.”

“Missed you, too.”

“Nothing compares to this, to you,” he growls, kissing me deeply.

“Show me how much you missed me,” I demand, lifting my hips up so he can pull off my skirt.

“Oh, I’ll show you,” he growls, tearing my panties off. Well, that’s a first. Pulling his shirt off, he tosses it on the floor. I stare at him hungrily, my eyes devouring his chiselled body.

“You keep staring at me like that, you better be in the mood for rough,” he says huskily, nibbling on his lip. I tilt my head, flashing him a come hither smile, and watch as he leans on the bed, cupping my face with his hands.

“You want this?” he asks, kissing my lips. While his lips consume mine, his fingers roam. My hips buck when he starts caressing me in the perfect spot.

“You know I do,” I respond breathily. He pulls down his pants and slides into me slowly, savouring the pleasure. When he’s fully inside me, he thrusts a few times, then rolls onto his back so I’m straddling him.

“Fuck me,” he growls, and I comply eagerly. Lifting my hips, I slide up and down. I lift my head back and lean my arms on his thighs, using them as an anchor. He curses as I start to move faster, grinding down on him in a sensual rhythm. His fingers dig into my hips, urging me faster. We finish together, our eyes locked together as each wave of pleasure hits.

It turns out although I hate fighting with Reid, I really love the make-up sex.





*****


“Thanks for telling him the truth, Jade, cos there’s no way in hell I could have,” I tell her, running my finger through the frost on the outside of the glass.

She looks down into her own drink. “It was hard. It was f*cked up. But I had to do it, it was eating me alive,” she admits.

I nod, because I felt the same way. “So, you and Silas, huh?”

She grunts. “Something like that.” Sounds like there’s more to that story.

I lift my drink up at Tag, signalling that I need a refill. He grins and starts to pour me another.

“So, you and Reid, even after his performance the other night,” she says, lifting a blonde, finely arched brow.

“Something like that,” I repeat her words. “We still have a lot to work out.” And we do. We need to rebuild the trust in our relationship. But he's up to the task, and so am I.

“Reid still going to fight Silas?” she asks. Good question.

“Not if I have anything to do with it,” I answer. She’s about to reply when we see a woman walk into the bar.

She is possibly the hottest woman I have ever seen in my life. Curly chocolate brown hair, green eyes and olive skin, she looks like she might have a mixed heritage. Her body is shapely and feminine, with a tiny waist and gently flared hips. She's a knock out.

I watch as she storms up to Ryan, anger evident in her tight expression and quick paced steps. Ryan scowls when he sees her, and walks around the bar, pulling her into a corner. They have a hushed argument, where I assume Ryan says something stupid, because she slaps him across the face before she walks out. Ryan stands there, looking stunned and angry, rubbing his cheek.

“Who was that?” I ask, wide eyed.

Jade looks as stunned as I do. “I don’t know, but I hope she comes back.”

Reid and Tag are laughing their asses off at Ryan. Ryan walks into the office and slams the door. Interesting. I’ve never seen a girl get him riled up before, or make him show any emotion. He’s nothing but charming in their presence, at all times.

Reid walks over and sits down next to me.

“Ryan needs to wife that woman.”

He gives me a funny look, taken aback. “Why do you say that?” His tone is curious.

“Did you see her? She’s f*cking hot!”

Reid laughs. “Not as hot as you, baby, trust me.”

It’s true. Love is blind.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asks, holding his hand out to me.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Good, I have plans for you tonight,” he says, his eyes twinkling.

“Just for tonight?”

“For every night, baby.”

I like the sound of that.





Epilogue


Three years later


“River, the movie’s started!” I call out. River runs into the lounge room, holding his new toy Reid bought him.

“What movie are we watching Aunty Summer?” he asks in his cute little voice.

“Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,” I say, handing him some popcorn.

“Again?” he asks, frowning.

I laugh. “We can change it if you like.”