Page 20 of Reese’s Protection

I curled around him in every way I could, from my legs to my arms to my fingers in his hair. It felt like my first time having sex all over again, and an array of wonderful yet overwhelming emotions hit me with the force of a tidal wave.

“Move,” I pleaded against his supple mouth. “Please.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hips rocked and his cock slowly slid out, then back in again. What started off as a gentle pace quickly picked up, and ecstasy joined with the rest of the feelings. He pegged my prostate with ease, as though my body was made for him, and the intensity of all my emotions welled in my chest until it became difficult to breathe.

The slapping of our skin filled the room as I moaned, grappling his shoulders in unrepentant desire. It was all too much. I’d wanted this for so long. Knox treated me as though I was made of precious metal. No one had ever thought I was that important.

Everything centered on us, on the feel of him inside me, and my orgasm teetered over the edge. Fire raged in my veins, the heat of passion crashing into me hard enough to make me gasp. I reached between us and grabbed my cock, jerking in time with his thrusts, before joy came crashing down around me. Cum shot from my slit, streaking across our abs.

“Fuck.” Knox wasn’t far behind me, and he froze, trembling as he came.

I stroked his arm until he collapsed on top of me, and I rolled us over and gently lifted myself off him. Kissing his sweaty bicep, I smiled down at him as I slid out of the bed and went to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth. I came back to get rid of the condom and wipe him down.

He yawned, giving me an exhausted smile.

“Rest,” I whispered. “I’ll get you some ice packs for your face.”

“Don’t have any,” he muttered with another yawn.

“I’ll go and get something frozen.” I brushed my thumb over a particularly nasty bruise forming on his right cheekbone. Both sides of his face were battered, though, and the sight made my stomach roil with nausea.

This was my fault.

Jeremy was my fault.

“Sleep,” I said.

He hummed and closed his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, I cleaned myself off before I quickly got dressed again. Once I was back in my clothes, I grabbed my car keys and exited the house. Knox couldn’t fix this with Jeremy, but maybe I could.

I slid into the car and sent Bower a text message.

Reese

Going to Jeremy’s to have a talk. If you don’t hear back from me in an hour, text Layton.

I reversed the car and was halfway to Jeremy’s house when I received an answer.

Bower

Don’t do it. He’s too dangerous.

I didn’t respond. I knew exactly who Jeremy was, but if I didn’t act, then something bad would happen to Knox or Layton. I was the only one who could end this.

I took a deep breath as I pulled the car to a stop in front of Jeremy’s house, then rushed out. I had to do this while courage still forced me forward. Straightening my shoulders, I raised my chin and stalked to the front door, which opened before I reached it.

Jeremy glared, and I froze at the sight of him and his busted nose.

Damn. Knox really did a number on him.

“Decided to come back, did you? I’ll forgive you, if you get on your knees and apologize.” Maybe he was sneering, but it was difficult to tell.

I gritted my teeth, irritated that along with the anger that raged inside me, there was a sliver of fear. Ice joined the fire that burned in my veins. “No. I don’t need you in my life anymore. We’re done. I want you to understand that. We’re done.”

He grunted and touched his bruised jaw. “We’re not until I say we are.”

I shook my head in confusion, my chest squeezing. “I don’t understand what you want. You’re handsome—” Or, at least, you used to be. “—you can get anyone you want. Why me?” I threw my hands up in the air. “Guys love you. Choose someone who wants you.”