“God, don’t stop.”

  Just because she was agreeing to no sex tonight didn’t mean she couldn’t at least ease some of their agony, and Lord knew she was feeling enough of that right now, especially between her legs.

  “Is this okay?” She emphasized her point by pulling the zipper down another inch. He nodded slowly, but his jaw was locked so damn tight. Here she was, a virgin in every sense of the word, making these very sexual moves.

  It felt liberating.

  When the zipper was down, she slipped her hand through the fly as she stared right in his eyes. She found her way through the front of his boxers, and when her fingers brushed against the very big, very hard part of him that she craved the most, she gasped in shock.

  He was massive.

  “Christ,” he groaned and gritted his teeth when she tentatively wrapped her fingers around his girth. He was hot, and smooth, like velvet over steel.

  His chest rose and fell fast and hard, and he lifted his arm and placed his hands on the wall beside her head, bracing himself as he leaned his head in closer to her. They shared the same air as she touched him, as their lips were a breath away.

  She was soaked.

  And when she pulled his cock out from the fly of his jeans, not even bothering with the button, it felt naughty and not romantic at all.

  It felt like exactly what she needed at this moment.

  “Jesus, Keira.” He closed his eyes and once again rested his forehead on hers when she started stroking him from root to tip. A tingling sensation slammed into her pussy and raced throughout her whole body.

  “Kiss me, Ree—”

  He didn’t let her finish the words before his mouth crashed against hers, his tongue slipping past her lips and taking dominance in the hot cavern. His cock felt like it swelled in her grasp, and she noted the wetness at the tip every time she moved her hand upward.

  She twisted her hand slightly, an accidental move, but as her palm stroked over his crown, Reese’s hips jerked forward and he grunted in pleasure. He didn’t stop kissing her as he started a slow, steady thrust of his hips, pushing his erection into her hand then pulling away.

  He fucked himself in her grasp.

  Over and over he did that, using her hand as the instrument of his pleasure while he devoured her mouth.

  He moved one hand over her shoulder, down her sternum, and cupped an aching, full breast in his palm. He moved his palm over the stiff tip, and an involuntary gasp of pleasure left her.

  “Oh God, Reese.” Keira could barely get the words out.

  Maybe starting this was bad… but right now, nothing sounded better.

  24

  Touching her was torture—pure, agonizing fucking torture. The way she responded to him had his cock harder than hell, so aching that he knew if he didn’t slow things down, he’d come before this even started. And fuck did he want this to start, to go further… to go all the way. But slow… he needed to go slow.

  Dirty images slammed into his head, things that had to do with them in a bed, her beneath him, her smooth, soft skin bared, her legs parted. He could picture what she looked like, could imagine sinking into her over and over again until they both went over the edge.

  Clothes were a barrier between them, but he could still feel every part of her. He ran his palm over her nipple, groaning when the little bead tightened beneath the material of her shirt.

  He took her mouth harder, with more urgency, worrying that he might be too rough, too demanding, but unable to help himself. Keira drove him crazy. There had never been another female who had him in knots or had him so worked up he could come just by the feel of her breath along his lips.

  “Reese.” Her head fell back against the wall, and he latched his mouth onto her throat. She tasted sweet, like vanilla and honey.

  The flavor bathed his tongue in everything that was Keira. His cock throbbed in her hand, her skin smooth, the heat from her palm having his balls draw up with his impending orgasm.

  He reminded himself that going slow was what he needed, what they both needed. He wanted her so fucking badly, could have easily sated them both and taken her right up against the wall, but she deserved better than their first time happening in her foyer right before they were supposed to go on a date.

  He meant it when he told her she was different from others. He had no plans on going anywhere, not when it was clear she was just as into this as he was, but he wouldn’t be sleeping with her right now. But even knowing all that, he couldn’t pull away just yet.

  “That’s it, baby.” He pressed his stiff dick farther into her hand, fucking himself in her palm. They both groaned.

  He started a slow rhythm against her and loved that her breathing changed in response, her body so primed and ready for him.

  “God, Keira. The things you’re doing to me.” If they kept this up, he would come in her hand in just a few short strokes. “The things I want to do to you,” he murmured, not meaning to say those words out loud.

  Her mouth was by his ear, and she whispered, “It feels so good, Reese. Don’t stop.” He squeezed her breast, the mound soft and giving, and she moaned, thrusting her chest out to him more.

  She was so damn responsive to his touch.

  “Yeah, baby.” He moved his hips forward more, harder, adding to the pace. She gripped his bicep with her other hand, her nails digging into his skin.

  He could see himself sliding his hand up her inner thigh and touching those innocent little panties he knew she wore. He bet they were wet, soaked just for him.

  And just when he knew he was at the point of no return, he forced himself away from her. The feat was the hardest fucking thing he’d done to date, and the look of arousal-laced need on her face almost had him going to her again.

  Not here. Not yet.

  “We have to stop, baby.” The words were forced out of him, as if his traitorous body was resisting the act of not touching her. “I want this,” he groaned as he stared at her lips. “God, I fucking want this.” He closed his eyes and grappled with his control.

  If this was how he felt and he hadn’t even fully claimed her, he didn’t know if he’d survive once he was finally inside her.

  Keira took a deep, steadying breath and let Reese’s words sink in. She knew they had to stop, if not for anything else, then it was clear he struggled with his control right now. But it felt wrong to stop what they were doing, especially since it felt so good.

  Her gaze dropped down to his erection that was still out of his pants. God, he was so big, so hard. It was, in all honesty, a little intimidating.

  When he was tucked back in his jeans and she’d allowed her body some time to cool down as she gathered her composure, he stepped back in front of her, smoothing a thumb over her cheek. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as that arousal started to climb again all from that one touch.

  “You’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he murmured, his voice low but deep, as if he were lost in thought.

  When she opened her eyes, she saw his focus was on her lips. Keira realized she still tugged at the flesh.

  “As much as I’d love to stay here with you just like this, I do want that date still.”

  She felt her face heat at his words, but she nodded.

  He groaned again and said, “You are so pretty when you blush.” One more light kiss on her forehead from him and he led them out the front door to his truck.

  When they were both inside and he was on the road, he reached for her hand and placed their twined fingers on his thigh.

  “Would you want to go to a bonfire after dinner?” He glanced over at her, but she hadn’t responded yet. “You’re calling the shots tonight. If you just want to eat and have me take you back home for the night, it’s all good. I just want to spend time with you.” He gave her hand a squeeze.

  “I just want to spend time with you too. Let’s go.”

  He gave her a small grin, brought their joined hands to his mouth, and gave her knuckles a kiss. “Besides, I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

  Her breathing hitched at his words.

  “And you are mine, Keira, yeah?” He looked—sounded—so serious.

  There was no hesitation, no thinking on her part, when she whispered, “I’m yours.”

  And she was. God, she was his.

  25

  Reese took Keira’s hand and led her toward the bright, large fire in the center of an empty field. Although a lot of the students at BMA hung out at Devil’s Bluff, on occasion they did party in Hawkins Field, or so she heard. It wasn’t like she’d ever been to one of the parties at either location.

  The parties here were held in an abandoned hay field that supplied many working-class jobs in Black Mountain back in the day. There was a small creek that ran through the back of the field, and on the other side of that, there was an old horse pasture.

  The scenery had her instantly thinking about being with Reese back at that barn and the first time he’d touched her so intimately.

  The light from the bonfire, and the music coming from a car that had its door open, increased the closer they walked toward it. She recognized a few students from BMA, but the others she assumed weren’t locals.

  They passed a handful of cars and trucks that were parked on the grass. And then her mood took a nosedive when she saw Lindy. Fucking Lindy. For a second, Keira was confused why a girl like her would be seen at a lowkey party like this. She would hang out at Alistor’s, probably even Devil’s Bluff, because that was always organized by the elite, but this bonfire? It had like a handful of people, and not any of the cliques Lindy associated with. But she was on Big Mike’s lap, so maybe she just needed some quick dick, being a ho and all.

  Lindy’s face lit up when she saw Reese, but when her eyes lowered to the fact that Reese held Keira's hand, the dirty look Keira was accustomed to seeing on Lindy’s face whenever she was near made an appearance.

  Lindy turned her attention to Big Mike. He had his arm around her waist, and when he leaned in and said something in her ear, Keira practically heard Lindy purr in approval. Keira felt her face go up in flames when Lindy lowered her hand and cupped Big Mike right between the legs, not even caring that there was a group of people surrounding them.

  Lindy took being a ho to the next level.

  And then Big Mike stood, grabbed Lindy’s hand, and they walked over to a line of trees. Despite the shadows creeping around them, it was very clear what was going on.

  Big Mike pressed Lindy against a tree, chest to the bark, kicked her legs apart, and reached in the front pocket of his jeans. He pulled out something small and square. A condom. He started going for the button of his jeans at the same time he tore the wrapper of the condom open with his teeth. Lindy wore a skirt, pulled the material up to her waist, and then popped her ass out like she was waiting to be mounted.

  And then they were having sex… right in front of everyone.

  Oh. My. God.

  Keira turned away, seeing Reese staring at her with a confused look on his face. “What?” He glanced up to where she’d been looking, his eyes widened slightly, and then a disgusted look crossed his face.

  “God, she never gives up. It’s fucking nasty.”

  “Hey, man,” Nate called out, gesturing for them to come over. Nate stood, and he and Reese clapped each other on the back.

  “What’s up, Keira,” Nate greeted, looking at her as if he were curious about her. They'd never spoken before now, so she felt weird, awkward even, as she gave him what she knew looked like an uncomfortable smile. Nate wrapped his arm around Keira’s shoulder, as if they’d been friends their whole life.

  “Hey now,” Reese growled, this hard look covering his face. “You may be my best friend, man, but keep your fucking hands to yourself.”

  Nate chuckled and let go of Keira right before Reese curled a hand around her waist and pulled her to his side.

  “Possessive fucker,” Nate muttered, but he was grinning.

  Reese didn’t respond, just leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

  “Damn, getting soft, man?” Nate jabbed again, and Reese growled before flipping Nate off.

  She loved that Reese didn’t care what others thought about him showing her affection.

  “You guys want a beer?” Nate sat back down, right by a cooler Keira hadn’t noticed before now. He must have seen her staring, because he chuckled. “These motherfuckers drink the piss water. If I’m going to a bonfire, or partying at Devil’s Bluff, I’m bringing my own quality shit.”

  “Um,” she said, not sure she needed to drink. The shit that happened at the last party she went to, and how she felt after consuming the alcohol, played through her mind.

  Reese must have sensed her hesitance, because a second later, he said, “Nah, man, we’re good.”

  Nate shrugged and grabbed a beer for himself.

  Reese took one of the free lawn chairs, and to her surprise, he pulled her onto his lap. His lips found the shell of her ear, and he whispered, “Is this okay, me being all blatant that you’re mine?”

  She licked her lips and shifted on his lap to look at his face. She nodded, and although she never saw herself as someone who would particularly like PDA, she couldn't deny this felt really nice. He curled his fingers around her hip and pulled her closer to him so her back rested against his chest. After a while, Keira grew more comfortable and enjoyed listening to the other people sitting around the bonfire talking. She didn't know the other people, and Reese, even Nate, seemed indifferent to them, but Keira was entertained by their drunken conversations.

  A little while later, Lindy and Big Mike returned from their behind-the-tree fuck encounter. He sat down and pulled her on his lap again. It was clear Big Mike was pretty drunk, given his glossy eyes and the redness rimming them. His voice was also slurred as he told Nate to toss him a beer. Keira didn’t miss how Lindy kept staring at Reese right before she’d do something blatantly sexual to Mike. It was as if she tried to make Reese jealous, although Reese paid her no attention, which in turn clearly pissed Lindy off.

  They sat around the fire for another couple of hours talking. Keira couldn’t help but laugh at the sordid and drunken stories Big Mike and Nate were telling. It seemed the more beer the guys drank, the looser their lips became.

  She knew that if they had been sober, they certainly wouldn’t be revealing some of their more embarrassing tales to everyone.

  Reese brushed a strand of hair away from her ear and said in his low, deeply sexual voice, “You want to leave soon? It’s getting kind of late.” He let his lips brush back and forth along the shell of her ear.

  Reese had this powerful magnetism about him that made Keira putty in his hands. She didn’t even think he knew the power just his voice had over her body.

  Keira turned and let her lips press against the skin right below his ear, not caring who saw, but at this point, most of the people were so drunk they probably didn’t know which way was up. She felt how Reese’s whole body grew taut against her, and she swore she heard him suck in a breath but not yet release it.

  Trailing open-mouthed kisses over his neck and up to his ear, she whispered, “I actually would like to leave.” The way she said those words surely left nothing to the imagination, or so she hoped. And when she felt Reese’s hand tighten on her waist, she knew she’d gotten her point across.

  He may not have wanted to finish what they started back at her place hours ago, but that’s all she’d been able to think about since then.

  She pulled back and looked into his eyes, knowing he could see exactly what she meant. The way he swallowed, as if he was struggling to do that simple task, had her shifting on his lap again. He groaned softly, and the fact that she felt his erection starting to dig against her ass had a fresh wave of arousal moving through her.

  “Keira….” The tightening and loosening of his fingers on her waist kept her grounded, but that wasn’t what she wanted to feel right now.

  She wanted him to feel just as out of control with lust as she did… as she had been all damn night. She pulled back another inch and stared into his eyes, hoping he saw what she needed. “Will you take me home, Reese?” He didn’t answer right away, but she saw the way his jaw was clenched, heard him grind his teeth, and felt his cock digging against her ass. “My parents are gone for the weekend,” she whispered so only he heard.

  “Keira—”

  “It’s what I want, and it’s what I know you want too.” She emphasized her point by pressing her ass firmer against his raging hard-on.

  “Fuck, you’ll be the death of me,” he said again and rested his forehead against hers. “Is that what you really want, pretty girl?”

  Voice pitched low but filled with enough heat to rival the sun, she felt herself nod. “That’s what I want, if that’s what you want?”

  And only a second later, he was helping her off his lap, standing, and all but dragging her to the truck. He called out over his shoulder that he’d catch up with Nate later.

  Her pulse raced, and her desire became stronger the closer they got to his vehicle. Tonight was the night she’d give herself to Reese. There was no going back, no stopping it. She’d wanted this for a lifetime, it seemed.

  Before she even had a chance to reach for the handle and climb in, a gasp of pleasure left her when he spun her around, pressed her back against the side of the truck, and kissed her until she was clutching at him. His strong arms caged her in, and his tongue slid against hers.

  He broke the kiss far too quickly and looked down at her with so much unrestrained need she actually felt it. He opened the door for her, helped her in, and then was striding to the driver's side. Once they were both seated in the truck, the silence filled the interior, but the sound of their heavy breathing showed exactly where their minds and bodies were headed.

  And then he was driving.

  The trip back home seemed to happen in record time, and the closer they got to her house, the more her arousal claimed her.