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  I hand her the rose I brought for her, and she rolls her eyes.

  “You don’t have to get me flowers every time you come here.” She holds it up to her nose and inhales the sweet scent. The deep red of the petals makes her eyes shine.

  “Sweetheart, you said I was the first person to buy you flowers, and I want to be the last person. So, yes, I have to give you a flower every time I come here because I want you to be reminded that it will always only be me who loves you.” I bend down and plant a soft kiss on her lips, grazing the knuckles of my free hand across her delicate cheek. Her eyes roll again, but this time out of pleasure instead of annoyance.

  When the kiss breaks, I playfully slap her ass and direct her into the little kitchenette. We set up our plates, grab a few drinks, and make our way over to the couch.

  “What are we watching tonight?” she asks as she walks over to the DVD player.

  “The Departed.”

  She shoots me a disappointed look that I’ve brought over what she calls a “boy movie.” She’s so freaking cute, though.

  “Just give it a chance. You might like it. It’s actually good.” I know it’s pointless to try to convince her, but she relents and sits down next to me.

  “Okay, fine — you win. So what’s it about?”

  “It’s about the mob and the Boston Police Department. They’re both trying to find a rat who is feeding the other side information. It won Best Picture a few years ago.”

  She seems to shift away from me a little at the description.

  “Don’t worry, babe. It’s not too bloody. I’ll hold you if you get grossed out.”

  I wink and smile at her. Flirting always seems to loosen her up, but she’s still tense. I pull her close to me and wrap my arms around her as the movie starts. She doesn’t say anything. She just rests her head against my shoulder and cuddles into me. Before long, her head is on my lap, and I hear her yawning. I start to play with her hair, knowing that it relaxes her. It relaxes me, too. About thirty minutes into the movie, she is out cold, lightly snoring away. I don’t have the heart to move her. Plus, I like having her on my lap like this. I watch the rest of the movie by myself, trying not to disturb her every time I have to lean forward to get a bite of my dinner.

  As the final credits roll on the movie, I start to move my legs to try to get some feeling back into them. The movement causes Maddy to wake, and she just looks up at me all dreamily.

  “Hey, sleepy. I guess we can officially say that you’re not a Scorsese fan.” That comment earns an eye roll. This is why I love her. Within two minutes of waking up, she’s cheeky.

  “Come on, let’s get you to bed. You’ve got a paper to write in the morning, and I’ve got some stuff to do, too.”

  “Stuff? What stuff? I thought you were done with your finals today.” She’s getting used to my antics, and she’s gotten pretty good at grilling me, trying to figure out exactly what my next move is.

  I arch an eyebrow in her direction. “Just stuff. Let’s leave it at that.” The grin I flash her is a surefire way to let her know that it’s more than that.

  She gets up from the couch and, after she rubs the sleep from her eyes, she holds her hands up in front of her in an “I give up” gesture. She stretches, arching her back. Her breasts stand out, nipples protruding through the thin fabric of her top. My groin twitches with desire for her. She sees it and leans into me seductively, and since I’m still sitting, she provides me with an excellent view down the front of her shirt.

  “You know, you don’t have to go. You could stay here. Unless you’ve got ‘stuff’ to do tonight.” She moves to walk away.

  Oh, no, you don’t.

  I grab her wrist and pull her back so she’s standing in front of me. My face is in a direct line with the small sliver of her belly that is uncovered by her top. I lick along the waistband of her shorts, and I can feel her insides clench and shudder as I do. I wrap my hands around her tiny waist and hook my thumbs into her shorts and panties. Pulling them down slightly, I lick again, this time lower, in that danger zone between her belly and her sex. She shudders again.

  I lower my hands down the back of her shorts and squeeze her ass while pulling her closer to my face at the same time. She shifts slightly, spreading her legs almost imperceptibly, but it’s enough for me to notice. I take her up on the offer immediately.

  Wrapping my hands around her hips, under her skimpy clothing, I pull the fabric away from her skin and slide it down her legs. Running my fingertips up the inside of her legs, I push her stance open wider. Her lips are glistening with her arousal. My mouth waters, and I can’t hold back any longer.

  Using my thumbs to pull back her folds, I expose her clit and kiss it lightly. Her knees buckle, and her breath catches in her throat. I blow on it lightly and kiss it again, this time with a little more force.

  “Reid, your mouth is amazing. Oh, God…please.”

  How can I say no to that?

  I roll my tongue around her hardened nub, and she’s beside herself with pleasure. Moans and groans pass through her lips, but nothing that resembles real language. I pull back from her drenched core to look up at her. God, she’s beautiful. Flushed cheeks, eyes aflame, breasts begging to be touch, licked.

  Using my thumb, I trace small, fast circles over her clit and sink two fingers into her.

  “Oh, fuck, Reid.” Her legs are quaking, and I can feel her insides tighten and pulse around my fingers. She’s close, and I want to make her come so badly. There’s nothing more beautiful than watching her lose control, than bringing her pleasure, than showing her just how much I love her.

  I reach my hands back up to encircle her waist again, and stand up in front of her. I switch positions with her and sit her down where I just was. Her legs can’t hold her own weight, and I want her to enjoy this, not worry about holding herself up.

  I push the coffee table back a little, giving myself some room to get down on my knees. I lean back on my haunches and situate myself between her legs. I pull them up over my shoulders so they dangle down my back.

  Her eyes catch mine, and I see uncertainty there. I know this is all new to her, but she has to know how much I love her, how beautiful I think she is, how much she turns me on, especially like this, spread before me.

  I run my tongue wetly up her inner thigh and try to reassure her. “God, Maddy. You are so beautiful. You taste amazing.” Moving to the other thigh, I add, “I love you so much, and I can’t wait to hear you scream my name.”

  Pulling her wet lips back once more, I dart my tongue into her core, and she gasps loudly. My fingers return to her depths and I massage her inner walls, rubbing my fingertips over that fleshy patch of skin that makes her thrash about in ecstasy.

  I lick up to that tightened bundle of nerves and pull it into my mouth, sucking gently, mimicking the motion of my fingers as they glide in and out of her effortlessly.

  “Holy fuck! You’re so wet, Maddy. I love it.”

  She whimpers and bucks her hips into my fingers. Running the pad of my thumb over her clit in furious circles has her coming hard. My name on her lips and her taste on my tongue is pure heaven.

  “Reid! Reid — oh, my God, baby! I…I… ahhh…”

  I love it when she can’t speak.

  I lower her legs from around my shoulders and stand, holding her in my arms. Carrying her to her room, I bend my face to hers and kiss her fiercely. When she pulls my tongue into her mouth and sucks hard, I nearly drop her.

  “I love how I taste on your mouth, baby.”

  At that, I nearly sprint the rest of the way.

  When we get to her room, we’re all hands and mouths, lips and teeth. It’s a fevered passion that’s ignited between us. We’re out of control with desire for one another, and in less than a minute we’re both naked and on her bed.

  She’s spread out beneath me, hair fanned out beautifully on her pillow, and she reaches up to wrap her hands around my neck. Pulling me close to her, she kisses me.
Our tongues stroke together as our bodies connect.

  She’s so tight and hot and wet. Sinking into her, the world fades away. There’s just me and her and our love.

  My hips pump a furious rhythm into her, and I grab her ankles up to my shoulders. I see her eyes roll back into her head as I bottom out in her.

  “Reid…so…deep…I…gonna…come.”

  I feel her core tremble and clamp down on me. I’m lost.

  A few more hard pumps into her, and I come, calling her name. She wraps her arms around my sweat-drenched shoulders and pulls me to her. I collapse into her as we both work to catch our breath.

  I roll off her, knowing that I’m crushing her, but still needing to be close. I move behind her and spoon her, sweeping her hair from her neck. I place my lips softly on her nape and whisper, “I love you.”

  We drift off to a blissful sleep, wrapped in the safety of each other’s arms.

  A small smile curls up the corners of my lips, knowing that we’re in for more of the same bliss this weekend.

  Chapter 16

  Maddy

  I’m sitting at my desk, writing this stupid poetry paper, and all I can think about is last night. After Reid explained that the movie was about finding a rat, I just wanted to run away. Talk about irony. I wanted to tell him about everything, I really did. I just couldn’t.

  Maybe it was wrong of me to act as if nothing was going on, to act as if I wasn’t hiding something. Even when we were making love, it was in the back of my head. “It” being that I’m going to hurt him. Because that’s what it comes down to. No matter who Katelyn is, no matter how they’re connected — it won’t even matter that the whole situation might be connected to his past. What matters the most is that my initial reaction was that he was going behind my back, that I didn’t trust him, and that I thought he was doing wrong by me.

  All of these feelings of guilt brew while I’m stuck here writing about love and beautiful things like that. The paper doesn’t come easily, but three hours later I’m done and on my way across campus to hand it in. It’s not my best work, but it’s on time and complete. Right now, I’m not capable of much more than that.

  It’s hard to believe that three short months ago, my life was so vastly different from what it is today. I guess with the semester ending, I’m in a bit of a reflective mood. So much has happened in such a short time that it really is quite overwhelming.

  I can’t say that I’m completely over my parents and the feeling of emptiness that I’ll always associate with them being gone, but the family I have here in Cammie, Lia, and Mel has strengthened me in ways I never thought possible.

  My relationship with Reid has shown me so much that I never knew about myself. He taught me how to love again, despite the pain. I really have found my best friend in him and now I’m so afraid that I’m going to lose him. Losing him would be like losing a part of my soul. With that thought in the center of my consciousness, I make the decision to tell him everything that’s going on. The longer I keep it hidden from him, the longer the betrayal will go on; he’ll be hurt one way or the other, but if I don’t tell him now, if I wait weeks, even months, to tell him, he’ll be even more hurt. I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to go about it all, but I have at least tonight to figure it out.

  The girls and I are having a “girls’ night in” tonight. With the semester coming to an end and finals being ridiculously crazy, we haven’t had much time to spend together, so when Lia suggested that we have a Friends marathon, eat junk food, and drink cheap wine all night, everyone jumped at the idea.

  Lia nearly tramples over me to get to the chips when I get back to the suite.

  “Please tell me you got salt and vinegar chips! I am so craving those.” She looks like a rabid beast sorting through the bags I’ve brought home from the supermarket. I don’t know how she eats the way she does and still maintains her figure.

  “Yes, Lia. I got you your chips. You only texted me ten times today to remind me to get them for you.” I roll my eyes at her, and she just sticks her tongue out at me in return.

  Cammie is already elbow deep into the carton of ice cream, and Mel is slicing open the roll of chocolate chip cookie dough. I can feel the bellyache settling in already, but I know it’ll be worth it.

  When what must be the tenth episode of Friends comes on, I hear Mel squeal with delight.

  “Omigod! This is my all-time favorite.”

  Mel is a complete and total Friends junkie. We spent many late nights watching reruns. I’m pretty certain that we’ve seen every single episode — twice.

  I must admit that this is my favorite one, too. It’s the one where Ross is trying to get Rachel back after making a list of reasons not be with her. Phoebe’s line of reasoning that he’s her lobster — that lobsters mate for life and walk around holding claws — is not working. In the end, Rachel realizes that Ross went to great lengths to save her from being stood up at prom. She is overcome with emotion and puts aside her feelings of hurt. Again, the irony is not lost on me that this episode is rather fitting for my current situation with Reid. In the end, I hope he can see that he’s my lobster.

  Lost in my musings about Reid, I’m completely unaware that someone is knocking on the door. Before I can even realize it, Reid is standing before us, smiling slyly at our little pajama-party scene.

  “Oh, please tell me I didn’t miss the naked pillow fight.” He’s trying to stifle a laugh, but he’s failing miserably.

  Feigning irritation, Cammie asks, “What are you doing here? This is a girls’ night, so unless you grew a pair of breasts overnight, you have to leave. No boys allowed!” She’s in full little girl mode, hands on her hips, sternly tapping a toe. I can’t help but laugh out loud at her little act.

  “Oh, Cam, believe me — if I grew a pair of my own tits, I’d be at home playing with them right now, but since I didn’t, I figured I would come over and borrow Maddy’s for a while.”

  “Reid!” I yell at him. “I can’t believe you just said that!” My face is bright red with sheer embarrassment.

  “What, babe? I can’t compliment my girl on her great rack?” His eyes are dancing with mirth, and his lips quirk up at the corners. He’s gorgeous, but I still can’t help but roll my eyes at him.

  I walk over to where he’s standing and wrap my arms around his waist. Looking up into his deep blue eyes, I know there will always be just him. I will never love anyone as much as I love this man. He’s everything I never knew I wanted and never thought I deserved.

  “Seriously, Reid, what are you doing here? It’s girls’ night. I thought you were going out with the guys?”

  At my questions, I see him sneak a peek at Melanie, and I know something is up. Before I can say anything else, Mel is walking out of my room, wheeling a small suitcase behind her.

  I can’t help the exasperated sigh I let out at being duped yet again, but I will admit that there is a very large part of me that likes him surprising me like this all the time. “What did you guys do this time?” My tone is more anxious than angry.

  “I didn’t do anything. Well, nothing except plan a little vacation for us. And, as usual, I had a little help from a friend.” He smiles over at Mel while explaining all this to me.

  I’m struck completely speechless. “We’re going on vacation? Where? When do we leave?” Okay, not completely speechless, but I’m definitely in shock.

  “Calm down, babe. Have I ever been unprepared? I’ve got everything covered. All you’ve got to do is get changed for the car ride, and then we’re off. Everything else is taken care of, as usual.”

  And it’s just that simple. He takes care of every last detail. He takes care of me, and I love him so much for it.

  “Road trip? How far away are we going? Why don’t we just wait until the morning? It’s almost midnight.” When he said “vacation,” I immediately thought we were taking a flight somewhere. I can’t think of many places within driving distance that make for the ideal vacation s
pot, but I have a fairly strong feeling that Reid has this all thought out.

  “Just get changed and get your sweet ass in my car. I got this.” He leans back against the counter and crosses his legs in front of him. Tapping the face of his watch, he says, “Let’s get a move on.”

  Five minutes and a completely pointless conversation with Mel about where Reid is taking me later, I’m walking out of my dorm and into the dark of the night to drive to some unknown location that my incredibly sweet boyfriend has determined to be an excellent vacation spot.

  I can’t help but think that maybe this little vacation will give me the perfect opportunity to get everything off my chest. Smiling a little, I laugh at the idea that I’ll have the whole week to make everything up to him.

  About an hour into our road trip, Reid stops at a gas station, and I am feeling sick to my stomach. I’ve never been good on long car rides. But this time is much worse because of all of the crap I ate earlier.

  As Reid walks past my door to go inside to pay the attendant, he leans in the window and asks if I want anything.

  “Dramamine, please. I’m not feeling so hot.” I know my insides are also churning for reasons other than the car sickness and bellyache, but I won’t share that with him just yet.

  “Sure thing, babe. Be right out.” He kisses me briefly before walking away.

  When he comes back to the car, he hands me my pills and a bottle of water. Reaching into the back seat, he pulls out a small travel pillow and a blanket.

  “Why don’t you close your eyes and sleep a little?”

  He kisses my forehead as he drapes the blanket around me. I recline the seat a little to try to get comfortable, and before I know it I’m drifting off to a peaceful slumber where little old lobsters walk around with their one true love.

  • • •

  When I wake up a few hours later, it’s still dark. I don’t recognize where we are, not that there’s much around that would really help distinguish our location. The highway is small, two lanes in each direction, and it’s lined with tall pine trees. There aren’t any shopping centers or gas stations to note. There aren’t many other people on the road, either.