I could feel the pull of exhaustion hitting me harder than ever. My body relaxed, and my eyes drifted shut. I struggled to get the words out.
“I fixed it, Becca. Just the way I promised.”
“I know,” she whispered. “I know, Reid. Sleep.”
“Where is your father?” I asked with a grimace, sitting up and grabbing a bottle of water from the nightstand, draining it in long swallows.
She leaned against the headboard. “At his place. No doubt stewing over our argument and grumbling about what a failure of a father he is.”
“No, he did a great job as a father—you’re amazing. It’s being a decent, nonjudgmental human being he’s rather shit at,” I said without thinking.
Her eyes grew round, and I grappled to apologize. “Shit, I shouldn’t have said that.”
She shook her head. “You’re right, though. We had the biggest fight ever after you left. I didn’t hold back, and I told him how ashamed I was of what he said to you.” She reached for my hand. “I owe you an apology. I never should have listened to him, and I shouldn’t have let you walk away.”
I lifted one shoulder. It had hurt, but I understood. “He’s your dad.”
“And you’re my forever.”
I turned slightly, facing her. “Yeah?”
She cupped my cheek, her fingers moving restlessly on my skin. “Yeah. You walking away made me realize how selfless you were being. The exact opposite of my dad, who was being self-righteous and rude.”
“What happened? I asked.
“We argued. I told him what I thought of his behavior and how angry I was at myself that I had let you think I doubted you. He pointed out you had walked away. I informed him you had sacrificed your feelings so I didn’t have to make an impossible choice. That, above all else, proved to me how much you really loved me. I told him if he couldn’t see that, we had nothing else to talk about.” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, pushing back the messy waves from her face. “It got loud and ugly, and I walked out.”
“I’m sorry, BB.”
She shook her head. “No, I am, Reid. I should have listened to you right away. I should have told my dad off big-time the first day. I regret bringing you here.” She sighed. “If you still want to leave today, we can.”
“No. I want you to show me the city. All the places you love. Meet your friends for dinner the way we planned.” I took her hand in mine. “I assume Richard knows what happened between you and your dad?”
She sighed, her fingers tightening within mine. “Yes. I was so upset, I called Katy, and she came and got me. We took the girls for a walk and ice cream, then she drove me to the office.”
“Wait. You were there?”
“Yes. I watched you for a while, and I got you a sandwich and coffee. I asked Richard to give it to you. He drove me back to the hotel.”
“Why didn’t you come into the room?”
“I watched you for over an hour, but you never noticed me. You were in the zone. I didn’t want to disturb you. I came here to wait, and Richard went to see my dad. He told him off—again.”
“Wow.”
“So, we need to take a cab to get the car.”
“Are you going to go up and see your dad?”
“No. We both need to cool off. We said things—harsh things. Today is only for you and me.” She met my eyes, her gaze anxious. “If you want that?”
“I want.” I grazed her cheek with my knuckles. “I think we had our first fight, BB.”
Her sigh was shaky. “It was a big one.”
“But we’re here. Together.”
“Yeah.”
“And you love me.”
A tear ran down her face. “So much, Reid. I’m so sorry—”
I laid a finger on her lips, silencing her. “It’s okay.” I edged closer. “You know what, Becca?”
“What?”
“I have another first for us.”
“Our fight?”
I shook my head, quirking my eyebrow. I’d had enough of heavy and the pressure of the last several hours. “Make-up sex. I heard it’s epic.”
A smile crossed her face. She crawled onto my lap and cupped my cheeks. Her mouth hovered over mine.
“I’ll make sure of it.”
“Oh God, Becca,” I groaned. “You need to stop.”
She met my eyes, slowly sliding her mouth off my cock. “Really?” she murmured. “You want me to stop doing this?”
I pressed my head into the softness of the pillow. “I can’t even watch you. You look so sexy with my cock in your mouth, I’m going to come right now.”
“That’s the plan.” She slid her mouth down my shaft, her tongue doing that teasing, twisting thing to it, which drove me crazy and brought me back to the edge.
“Jesus,” I hissed, unable to keep my hips from propelling upward, trying to get close to the source of pleasure. I fisted my hands in the sheets. “Becca, baby. Let me be inside you, please.”
After one long, final lick, she pulled herself over me, straddling my hips. “Like this?”
Her heat was right there. Barely skimming the head of my cock. Tormenting me. “Yes.”
She leaned back, bracing her arms on my thighs, and sank down. Slowly. Easing herself onto my cock inch by torturous inch. Until we were flush. Until I was surrounded by her.
“Oh God, Reid. You feel so good inside me.” She moaned.
“Becca—”
Her voice dropped, her fingers clutching my skin. “Fuck me, Reid. I want you to fuck me.”
I loved hearing her say what she wanted.
And I loved fucking her.
Rising up, I gripped her hips, pushing her back on the bed, sinking farther inside her. She gasped at the feel of me. I groaned at the feel of her.
Then I gave her what she wanted. Fast strokes, hard pumps, pounding my hips into hers, making her grip me close, crying out my name. I lifted her legs to my shoulders, driving deeper. Harder. Hitting the spot that would push her over the edge.
She moaned and arched. Met my thrusts, cried my name. Her nails dug into my biceps, the slight pain only driving me higher. Nothing mattered in the moment. Nothing outside this room, this woman, was important.
Only her. Only the sensation of being lost with her.
There was no other place I wanted to be.
My orgasm hit me. Unexpected. Hard. A tsunami of ecstasy that tightened my balls, lit up my nerves, and shook my body. I roared her name, feeling her stiffen around me, her release spurring mine to lengthen and grow until I could barely breathe. Until I collapsed on her chest, spent. Unable to move except to press my lips to her damp skin and murmur her name repeatedly.
Finally, I slipped from her and rolled, keeping her close. Our ragged breathing calmed, the heat of our skin cooled, and I dragged a blanket over us, not wanting her to get cold.
“You,” she mumbled, her lips on my throat. “You are a fucking sex god.”
I chuckled.
“I had no idea you were going to become like this.”
“Like this?” I asked, curious.
“So good,” she replied. I could feel her smile on my skin. “You’re so good at sex.”