The covers are pulled off my legs, cool air touching my warm skin. Groggy, I blink my eyes until weight is pressed into me from behind, and my mattress gives a little. Arms come around my waist, and Reed’s lips come to my ear.
His cock is hard, and pressing into my ass, and I want it, I want whatever he’s here for. I need him. I fell asleep crying, my body aching for the man who put a baby in me to come tend to me, make me feel good, make me come, love me, have me, cherish me.
And he’s here now, and God, I want it.
The more I wake up, the more I know it’s wrong. We shouldn’t.
But just one night. Our last fling. The last time.
“One sleepover, a night at the beach redux, and I’ll let you go,” Reed breathes, his bargain scattering over me,leaving goosebumps in a trail. “Tonight, one night, and let me wake up with you–one sleepover. Then I’ll let you do this.”
I shake my head, writhing against him and one of his hands slides down my growing bump, past the curls on my groin. He finds my clit and circles it, gathering wetness from pussy as he does. His cock glides in a pool of precome against my ass. Feeling how turned on he is turns me on so much more, so much that my tits physically ache for him. I twist in his arms, and lose my hands in his soft, chestnut hair. He blinks back at me with his wide, gorgeous eyes. My lips curve into a smile, which he returns right before I press him down, forcing him to my breast.
His mouth opens willingly, hungrily, and he seals his lips around my nipple after he licks my areola and nibbles me a bit. “Fuck, Viv, these tits are everything. I’d beg to taste you every night. You’d tell me you just put the baby down, that you were too tired. But I’d lick you, Viv, I’d lick you so soft, between your legs, just the way you like.” He groans, pressing his cock against me as his hands roam. “I’d suck your tits, Viv, and I’d drink your milk. And I’d come so hard doing it, because you are so hot and so gorgeous. But you with my baby inside you? You making milk for my baby? Give me tonight and let me dream, please Vivienne.”
My body succumbs to overwhelming desire, the pull I’ve been running from for months. I can’t hold back, not one more second. “Just one night,” I reason, somehow believing that one night together will make a lifetime apart okay. It won’t. It definitely, absolutely, without a doubt will make everything harder.
But I can’t say no.
He rolls me onto my back, and finds his way over me. A shove of his sweats and his cock is out, bobbing over my belly. My mouth fills with saliva, so I reach down and take his heated cock in my hand. His eyes flutter closed as I wrap my fingers around him, tugging him, providing him with relief to the insane pressure inside him. I know he feels it–I feel it too. The feeling of being on the brink of total surrender, utter explosion. I’m there, I’m there with him, for him.
“I want you forever, Vivienne, you know that right? You know I’d do anything to have you, to change your mind,” he breathes as he reaches down, aligning himself with my body. One shove and he’s inside, and I’m gasping, my eyes watering, my body adjusting. He stares down at me, pushing hair off my face, smoothing his thumb along my bottom lip, hips rolling in gentle circles.
“I know,” I finally manage, once my body has accepted his size. He strokes my clit as he fucks me, his mouth moving down my collarbone, to my breast. He sucks my nipples, moaning against my heated skin, sliding himself in and out of me, all of it so torturously slow, so agonizingly perfect. We come together, and the look in his eyes while he pumps himself into me is one I’ll never forget. So handsome, so focused, something so private and special.
Reed makes me come so hard that I fall apart in shambles underneath him, shaking and trembling like crazy. He strokes in and out of me, giving me as much of himself as I can take before I’m too sensitive, too giggly, too soft.
When he slides out, he cleans me up, and slides a fresh pair of panties up my legs before positioning himself behind me. He slides his hands over my belly, with one arm underneath me, and stacks his chin on my shoulder. We stare outthe window, admiring the moonlight, privately enjoying the sound of the water on the shore, soaking up every moment of our sleepover.
Finally, after what feels like so much quiet, Reed whispers, “What happened to your mom?”
I think, a little surprised by the topic. But surprised that Reed wants every bit and piece of me to stash away for the rest of his life so we can get through this? Not at all. I stroke my hand along his, studying the lines in his skin, the shape of his knuckle, the way his nails look. I’m squirreling pieces of him away, too, so I can’t blame him.
“She had cancer,” I tell him, adding, “I don’t remember her as much as I wish I did. She passed when I was very young. Just seven.”
“That’s awful,” he sighs, kissing the top of my shoulder. “Elijah… he seems like he’s solid but I know things aren’t what they seem.”
“My dad is great,” I agree quickly then veer back to the latter part of his thought. “Things aren’t what they seem? What does that mean?” I tug his arms around me more tightly, and kiss his hands before replacing them on my stomach. I can’t feel the baby yet, and tonight I wish I could. I wish we could feel the baby together on our last night.
He nuzzles against me, and my stomach flutters when he shifts and I feel he’s partially hard again. “My dad, he died when I was a sophomore in high school. And my mom, she started dating kind of quickly. But I didn’t blame her. She was miserable. She missed my dad even when she was dating but she… she wasn’t meant to be alone, you know?”
I cling to his hands, cling to that sentiment. I do know, because until Reed, I thought being alone was fine.Getting laid was a must but having a partner to tackle life with wasn’t anything ever on my radar. It’s not just the baby growing inside me, either. Now that I have Reed, I realize what being part of a duo could be like. “I know,” I admit softly, adding, “I’m sure that no one can replace your dad, but I’m glad Maribel found my dad. He’s never been this happy.”
We lie there in quiet a bit longer, listening to the water, watching the moon change position in the sky. Neither of us fall asleep, because we don’t want to waste our precious time together sleep. But after what feels too long, Reed speaks again.
“What if they understand? What if it doesn’t ruin everything?” He bravely floats the hypothetical between us, one I admittedly have thought about no less than a hundred times. I kiss his hands again, the heat of his breath on my neck reigniting the neediness inside me.
“If they don’t, we can’t be together, and they’d never look at us the same way. Can you risk that? Can you risk not being together and having Elijah look at you like a deviant? Your mother, too?”
He kisses the back of my ear, and my eyes fall closed. “We don’t share blood, Vivienne. We haven’t done anything wrong.”
Reed reaches down, spreading me open with his fingers, stroking the wetness that blooms there because of him. “You know we didn’t do anything wrong, you know you can’t marry Murray,” he breathes, his cock growing rigid and angry against me from behind. “I know you aren’t in love with him.”
He needs no reassurance, that much he’s just shown me, but still, I feel compelled. “No, I’m not in love with him. Buthe’s a good person, Reed. And he and I can give each other a fulfilling life, without disrupting Maribel and my dad. Without disrupting Bipal.” As much as I want to believe that love would conquer all step-sibling ties and that our parents would support us, I think of Clear View. The social circles that run so deep, would they be understanding that Elijah Beaumont’s daughter got knocked up by her older step brother? I want to believe that open minds join open wallets, but I don’t think they do.
“You told Brooke and Ricky about us, and about the pregnancy,” Reed says, still moving his hand underneath the panties he put on me. “They know and Bipal stands.”
I toss my head back, searching for his mouth on my neck, to suck at my pulse point while he fingers me, to drive me mad in every single way he can. No matter how much of him I get, I want more, and I know there’s no way to overdose. There’s no way to have dangerous amounts of Reed in my system. The more I have, the more I want, and the better I feel. That’s the excruciating truth.
