I decide for him and yank down his shorts. “Do you have a condom?”
“Are you taking anything?” he asks.
“The pill.”
“I’m clean,” he says.
“Same.”
“Move to the centre of the bed and open your legs.”
I do what he asks, liking his bossier side. He moves to my side and kisses me first, nails tickling my arms and stomach. His fingers toy with my clit and trail my sex. I’m wet thinking about what he’s going to do to me if his kiss is anything to go by. When thick fingers plunge inside, he stills as I inhale a sharp breath. Moving my hips in sync with his fingers, I ride his hand, his long fingers curling into my G-spot until I come hard and fast like the last time I was with him.
“Reef,” I gasp, catching my breath and bucking against him.
“Rollover,” he says, grabbing my thighs to guide me. He hoists me up onto my knees—doggie style and perfect—sinks in, stops for a moment as though he’s allowing me time to stretch to his size. Looking over my shoulder at Reef, I wiggle my hips not wanting him to go dangerously slow. He rides me hard, the smacking of skin louder when his rhythm increases. I come again, and again, colours blinding, and my thighs weak. I slide down to my stomach until he’s straddled over my rear, slowing his action.
He leans in and kisses my ear. “I need to watch you come for me.”
“I have. Several times.”
“With me.”
He pulls out, and when I roll over, I take hold of his thick cock—wet and covered in me. I guide him in, and he lowers himself taking one breast then the other as he pumps into me.
His mouth lands on mine, kissing me between laboured breaths before he raises himself with straight arms. His expression is serious.
Lifting my hips slightly, I ride him home, his gaze locks with mine until he frowns, no longer holding back.
“Mace,” he moans, groaning louder as he comes, pumping twice more before collapsing onto my breasts.
I give him a gentle squeeze with my knees wishing I could keep him there longer. Now it’s happened, I’m unsure if it will happen again. He’s scored with me. It’s what he wanted. And the way my heart’s beating a quick rhythm to the flutters in my stomach, I can’t risk him breaking down my walls further.
One night.
I can give myself one night.
Lying side by side in each other’s arms, I indulge in being sated while Reef is breathing in a relaxed dozed state.
Then I hear noises in the lounge. A girl giggles. A man speaks in a hushed tone.
“Reef.” I give a nudge to stir him. “Someone’s here.”
“What?” He half ignores me until there’s a knock on his door.
I reach for the covers and pull them up to my chin.
“Mate, have you been sky diving?”
I frown at him, then realise what the guy behind the door is saying.
“Fuck.” Reef jumps up, steps into his boardies, and points to the ensuite bathroom before making sure the door closes behind him.
I’m too scared to move knowing there are girls out there, and they witnessed my plus-size bra on the floor. My gut is tight realising what the giggles were about.
Reef shuts the door and locks it placing my clothes at the end of the bed. “You have no option but to stay the night with me.” He kisses my cheek.
“They already know it’s me.” I nod to my bra. “Besides, I can’t.”
He strokes my face. “Can’t or won’t?”
I want to say both. “Can’t. I have to get home and check on my dad.”
“Oh.” He pulls a face as though it isn’t the answer he expected.
“I… take care of him. I don’t like to be gone long.”
Creases form near his eyes as though he’s thinking.
“So, I’m going to have to brave it.” I jump up and head to the bathroom before dressing. I run my fingers through my hair. I’m not sure why since his friends know what we’ve been doing. I slip on my shoes. Reef walks me out, and one of his friends cheers when they see me. I want to roll my eyes only I don’t because I’m more embarrassed at the way the two other girls are gaping at me. To make it worse, I recognise one of them from the restaurant.
Bloody terrific.
Reef squeezes my hand. “This is Macy. Macy this is everyone.”
I hold up one guilty hand then make my way to the door.
“Sorry for ruining your night, you two,” the tall red-haired guy says.
“It’s fine, I was leaving anyway.”
“You’re slipping, Reef, letting her get away.”
“She’s not getting away,” he spits back. “Mace will be back in a couple of nights, so you dopes better not be here.”
Two days later, I tell Dad, “I’m heading out to the grocery store.” It’s enough to buy me time with Reef and for Dad not to be suspicious. I enter his apartment and head straight to the bedroom and leave thirty minutes later. Then I call past the grocery store to collect a few items before heading home.
The following day, Reef comes into work and after finishing his coffee, waits until my break. We drive to his penthouse and fuck for exactly twenty-two minutes before he drives me back to work.
“Are you coming around after work tonight?” he asks before I race into Lombardi’s.
It’s a Friday, and his friends arranged to head to the local bar, like most Friday nights. We’ll have his apartment to ourselves. It’s enough time for me to enjoy those special minutes with Reef, and keep a schedule to spend time with Dad.
“Sure.” I open up the calendar on my phone and write, Reef at the six o’clock slot.
“Make it for the next four Friday nights,” he says and grins.
Two weeks later, I’m standing in the foyer, and like the previous two Fridays, I intend to stay for an hour.
The time frame is my safety net. It keeps what we’re doing real and all about the sex. Plus, I keep my promise to be home to check on my father in case something happens and I’m not there. The thought jars me out of my dreamy state after an orgasm. My time is almost up, so I roll off the bed. Reef moves to the side of the bed where I stand and reaches for my arm to still me for a moment.
“Please stay, Mace.”
I gaze down into his beautiful eyes. “I can’t,” I croak. Pulling my arm from his grip, I dress quickly.
“Sure you can. I think you’re scared.”
“I’m not scared. I told you I have to get home to my dad.” I tie the straps to my wraparound floral dress.
“It’s after nine. What will he be doing?”
“He’ll be in bed. I need to check he’s okay.” I lean down and slip on my sandals, not wanting to have this conversation with him now.
“So, you check and go to bed. Doesn’t he have a phone to call you on if he needs you?”
“Yeah, but sometimes he can’t.” I shake my head, not wanting to explain our lives and routine.
“Does he tell you to come home?”
“It’s not the point.” I stand and brush my hair into a ponytail.
“It is the point.” He grabs my hand again. “You don’t want to stay because you’re afraid of opening up to me. Admitting you like being with me.”