On the other hand, I just got cheated on. I need this.
Fuck it!
He’s hot, I’m hot, and the sexual tension has always been there, no matter how much he could repulse me at times.
I rapidly blink up at him, trying to keep my calm. “No one can know,” I warn him.
He blinks in surprise, clearly not expecting me to agree. “That means you can’t brag to your friends.”
I snort. “Like that would happen.”
“Where do you want to do this?” he whispers, caressing my breasts, his thumbs brushing over the hard peaks of my nipples.
I rise to the balls of my feet, swaying forward at the intimate touch.
I want more.
If he can get me this revved up with such a simple move, I want to know what else he can do.
I grab his hand, surprised to find it warm when it’s so cold tonight. “I swear to God, if you’ve had these down your pants to keep them warm, I’m going to lose it,” I grouch. “And I know a place.”
He looks around, seeing what I’m seeing: everyone is distracted, all high on the night’s celebrations.
I pull him towards the side of the main house and head for the outhouse, where Beau works when he’s helping Faith out with the pet sanctuary. It’s also out of sight from the party.
We stop outside the door and Reid pushes me against it, leaning down. “Don’t get clingy. I’m only letting you have me once, baby.”
Snorting, I grip his cock over his jeans, smirking when his mouth falls open and his eyes flash with fear. “Trust me, it won’t be me turning clingy, Reid.” I reach behind me, twisting the handle on the door and pushing it open. “And, Reid?”
“Yeah?” he croaks huskily.
“Never call me baby, not if you want to keep your dick.”
His smirk spreads into a grin as he lifts me up off the ground. My legs wrap around his waist as he kicks the door shut behind us.
Tilting his head down, he presses his lips to mine, kissing me breathless. My fingers run over the stubble along his jaw as I deepen the kiss.
He slowly drops me down onto the counter—when something sharp digs into my arse.
“Fuck!” I squeal, trying to keep as silent as I can. Tears spring to my eyes as he lifts me back up, looking over my shoulder and down. He chuckles, swiping something off the table, which clangs to the floor. I look down, noticing nails all over the floor, and roll my eyes. I should have known nothing would be easy with Reid Hayes.
“You okay?” he asks, pretending to care.
I nod, pulling him towards me to continue what we were doing, trying to find that fire that normally ignites between us. So far, there’s nothing, even though I was turned on outside.
Our teeth smash together and I groan, pulling away. “Jesus, Reid!”
“Sorry, I was going for hot and heavy.”
I shake my head, pulling him back, this time slower. The kiss is good, amazing in fact, but it doesn’t exactly make me see stars. There’s no toe curling, no lust. Nothing like we have when we banter back and forth.
It’s kind of disappointing.
I’ve thought about fucking Reid more than once, and I wanted to see if it would be as good as I imagined.
It’s not.
He stops kissing me when he realises I’m not into it. Pulling back, his eyebrows drawn together, he tilts his head to the side. “What?”
“Um, this is awkward.”
He rolls his eyes. “Maybe we’ve had too much to drink?”
“Maybe,” I mutter, but I don’t think it’s that.
As hot as he is, I don’t think I’m attracted to him in that way. And it’s kind of a downer, since I really needed the release after tonight.
The door to the outhouse flies open, and when I look, my dad and mum are standing in the doorway, open-mouthed.
“Oh my God,” I cry out, shoving Reid away before I straighten my dress, pushing it down my thighs. I jump off the side, giving my mum an appreciative glance when I see she’s holding Dad back.
“Honey,” Mum calls, tugging his arm back.
His face is red with anger, and he’s glaring holes at Reid. “It’s not free fucking rein on my daughter, dude. She’s off limits. We might have let the whole Jaxon thing go, and yes, Landon is with your sister, but it ends there. You don’t get to look at my daughter, touch her, or, or, or…” he waves his hand around, flustered.
Reid smirks. “Fuck her?”
Dad grits his teeth, taking a step forward, but me and Mum get between the two. I glare up at Reid. “Go! This was a mistake anyway. You’re clearly all mouth.”
I don’t believe what I’m saying, but it will be good for Reid to have a knock to his ego, especially after pissing my dad off.
Astonished, his mouth drops open. “I’ll have you know I’m the shit in bed.”
“No, you’re probably just shit,” I tell him, rolling my eyes.
“Let’s go, right here, right now. I’ll prove you wrong,” he rushes out, reaching for his belt buckle.
I smile, patting his head, glad the banter is back between us. I won’t admit it, but I get thrills sparring with him. “It’s okay. I’ll keep it a secret.”
My dad’s boisterous laughter breaks us apart, and I turn to find him leaning against Mum. “Yep, we’re good here, Lake.”
“I can’t take you anywhere,” Mum groans, shaking her head at him.
“I’m not shit in bed!” Reid yells, throwing his hands up.
We all stop by the door and turn to look at him. I shrug, smiling. “Guess we’ll never know.”
CHAPTER ONE
My job isn’t something I’m exactly proud of. In fact, I’d have more dignity stripping my clothes off than doing some of the degrading things I have to do.
But I have to do it.
It isn’t necessarily the job title. I want to be on the radio after all. It’s because it isn’t me.
I don’t do the whole mushy, girly crap. I’m a rock chick that listens to rap or rock—unless I’m drunk; then I’d rock to Taylor Swift if one of her songs came on.
I drink rum, swear like a sailor and don’t give a fuck about speaking my mind.
The only reason I haven’t quit is the anonymity, the pay, and the fact some of these girls really need someone to give it to them straight and not spout some bullshit they think they want to hear.
What I want to do is what I was promised I would work towards when I first started: a chance to report on real life issues going on in the world right now. I don’t want to give advice about some arsehole who can’t get his shit together.
I don’t want to tell my family about my job. It isn’t some huge secret like they assume. I just don’t want to deal with the awkwardness that would happen when they become supportive and shit. And having them listening in while I give sex and relationship advice is something that will scar us all.
Mum thinks I work in a care home, since I work in the home Hope works at when they’re understaffed. Dad is oblivious, probably telling himself I work in a church every time he goes to sleep at night. I’ve got no clue what the others think, but it’s probably just as crazy as what my dad could come up with.