Page 30 of Reece & Holden (Gomillion High Reunion #6)

“I’ve known about it since I was a kid, coming up here and doing a few hikes with my mom and dad before they split up, but it doesn't have any bad memories and it’s usually deserted. Much better than Yellow Branch Falls.”

“We should come up here again. It’s really pretty and the views are wonderful, and remember we have to go hiking together.” I smile at him and he returns it.

“We’re going to hike the world, baby,” he says as we reach the car.

He gets a large blanket out of the car and spreads it on the ground, then he invites me to sit down.

“What’s my surprise?”

“This experience, but we're going to start off with a picnic.” This must be what he was preparing in the house. He gets a bag out of the car, then takes out a few boxes of food and places them on the blanket. Then he picks up a bottle.

“Is that non-alcoholic champagne?”

“Yes, it’s the same one from Sammi’s. It was good, so I thought it’d be nice to have again.”

“Why? What are we celebrating?”

“I didn’t think we needed to have a reason for champagne, but I think we should make a toast to us.”

When I can’t eat any more food, I lie back on the blanket and look up at the sky. It’s beautiful, with pinks and purples fading into indigo. It’s going to be dark soon.

“Thank you, it’s been fantastic,” I say and Reece smirks.

“It’s not over yet.” He jumps up and goes to the car and gets out another bag.

He strings up some battery powered lights from some of the trees.

Their light sheds a cozy glow over our little clearing just as the sunset fades and we’re left with the velvet black of night.

Next he pulls out his phone and puts on some music.

It’s a slow song, a ballad. He stands over me and holds out his hand.

“Would you like to dance?”

My heart hitches as I rise and step into his arms. He pulls me close and we sway to the music. It’s exactly how I imagined we would dance at the prom, and I’m filled once again with love for this man.

Halfway through the second or third song he gently kisses me and I melt into his arms.

“This is perfect,” he whispers against my mouth, and I couldn’t agree more.

He slides his hands under my shirt, and I shiver slightly from the tingle of his touch on my skin.

I want to feel him too, so I tug on his T-shirt and pull it up over his head, kissing across his chest. As we move in time to the music he slowly unbuttons my shirt, pulling it down and kissing the crook of my neck, in that sweet spot, and I move my head to one side allowing him access.

He lowers me to lie down on the blanket and unbuckles my pants.

He pulls them off with my boxers until I’m completely naked, then I watch as he undresses.

He trails kisses down my body almost to my groin, and my cock bobs for attention, but instead he moves across my belly and sucks on my hip.

He gently turns me over, kissing across my ass until he gets to my crease.

“On your knees, baby,” he whispers, and I comply.

He gives me a little nip on my ass cheek, and I hiss a sharp intake of breath, then he licks the hurt away and I love it.

He does the same to the other cheek, but now I know what to expect and I give a little moan.

Then his tongue finds my hole, and I drop my head onto my forearms and lose myself in pleasure as he licks, sucks, and nips around my pucker.

I push back again and again, wanting him to go deeper.

He must’ve brought some lube, and I gasp when a cold finger touches my hole, but it slips inside easily and soon warms up as he twists and thrusts while his tongue works around my rim. He adds another finger. I know I can’t take it anymore.

“Reece, I need you,” I cry. “Fuck me, please.”

“I love it when you’re needy,” he husks. “Tell me how much you want me.”

Remembering how much he likes it when I talk dirty, I moan. “I need you to fill me up. Please, I need to feel your cock deep inside me. Nothing but your cock will do.”

“That’s it, baby.” I hear the tearing of a condom packet and within seconds he’s nudging at my entrance. I want to take all of him in one go.

“That’s it, my darling, give it to me, fill me up, fuck me.”

“God, yes, baby.” He starts thrusting into me. “Tell me how hard you want it.”

“I want it so hard I can’t even remember I have a name,” I cry. “Yes, harder, that’s it, fuck me harder.”

He grabs my hips and pounds into me until I can’t think anymore. All I can do is lose myself in the euphoria building in me every time he nails my prostate. “Oh, Christ, that’s it, you’ve got the spot. Use me, wreck me.”

“God, baby, I love your dirty mouth,” he pants.

His rhythm is relentless and I can't form any thoughts. I certainly can’t speak coherently and it just comes out as harder and fuck.

I reach down and wrap my hand round my cock, desperate to relieve the pressure.

“Yes, baby, touch yourself,” he says, and I give myself a few hard strokes until the familiar tingling in my lower spine starts.

“I’m gonna come,” I grunt and cum erupts from me, spilling all over the blanket.

Reece thrusts a couple more times and then I feel him come too.

He plasters himself to my back with his arms around me.

My knees give way and I collapse onto the blanket with him still wrapped around me.

We both lay there until we get our breath back.

“That was fucking incredible,” I whisper.

“I don’t think I even know who I am,” Reece laughs. “You were fantastic, baby.”

I shiver despite it being a warm night. Reece pulls part of the blanket over us.

“Look at how beautiful the sky is, Reece,” I say. “All the stars are coming out.”

“I did say I’d fuck you so hard, all you’d be able to see was stars,” he laughs.

“You also said there’d be a bed of petals,” I remind him.

“Did you look at the blanket?” he asks, and I hold up a corner to look at it. It’s made up of a myriad of flowers, so it does look like a bed of petals.

“You arranged this especially, didn’t you?” My heart feels so full that he remembered and set it up as my surprise.

“Maybe,” he says and pulls me closer, but I can hear the contented smile in his voice.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“Wait. Did your mom make this blanket?” I ask. It looks like her handiwork.

“Yeah, about that,” he says. “Do you know how to wash wool? ’Cause I can’t give it back in this state.”

“Of course I do,” I giggle. “I can sell you a great wool wash from my store.”

“Do I get a discount?”

“Maybe, you probably earned it.”

“Just probably?” he laughs. “So sassy.” He nuzzles into me. It’s exactly where I like him to be.