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Chapter Thirteen

Vivienne

I don’t know where Chad Michael Murray is, but even as I teeter the line from buzzed to drunk, I know that this man between my legs is Reed.

The possessive way he claimed my hips, the moan he let out when his mouth met my pussy—I know it’s him. Every moment from the beach is etched into my brain, burned into my soul, a page in my diary written in ink–a night I can never and will never forget.

And that’s how I know it’s him.

I had no plans on having sex with anyone tonight. Making out, maybe. Getting felt up over my dress, maybe. But sex, no way.

I don’t know when I’ll be ready to do it again. I guess when I can close my eyes and touch myself without thinking about the night at the beach, then I’m ready. But I’m not there yet .

And who knows how Reed got in here. He’d have to be given a room code from his mother, and I can’t see Maribel doing that.

More than that, I can't see Reed asking her. The feeling I get is that Reed isn’t and has never been big into the Clear View scene.

Asking her for a room, especially since he’s no longer in high school, is just not something I can see him doing.

Then again, how would I really know?

Reed and I go out of our way to avoid one another.

I drag my thumb over his forehead, finding his skin damp, his hairline wet.

Writhing on the bed with my legs spread wide, I drag my hand between my breasts, finding my skin and the lace corset damp, too.

Bass from the party below drifts through the ceiling, the alcohol swimming through my legs, making me writhe and wiggle.

Reed grips my hips tighter, sliding his tongue up and down my pussy, stopping to suck and nibble my clit.

Does he think I think he's one of those guys from the theater? He had to find out we were gonna use the private suites–he knows something. But does he know that I know it’s him?

We’re already playing this stupid, risky game. One that would without a doubt hurt our parents. I should stop while I’m ahead. I should.

But I can’t.

“Oh my gosh,” I whimper, fighting the urge to draw my thighs together and trap his mouth against me forever. “That feels so good.”

“Hmm.” He moans acknowledgement of my praise, nestling his tongue deeper inside me.

We both groan as he adds a finger, then a second, curling them inside me as his lips pepper hot kisses against my swollen clit.

I’m coming unraveled, but I want him to come unraveled with me, I want both of us to twist and tangle in this sin together.

I hook my hands under his arms, and tug, bringing him over me. It’s dark beneath the silk of his tie, but I don’t need to see him to know. I know it’s him. I know what I need.

“Please, put it in, I need to feel you inside me for just a minute, please–” I whimper. “I need to feel good tonight,” I breathe, hooking my heels behind his back. His hard cock slides against my clit, making me jerk against the mattress, moaning from the exquisite pressure.

“Please,” I try again, this time pressing my lips to his ear to deliver the final blow. “I’m trying to forget… help me forget…” I breathe.

He moves fast, I hear the whipping of the sheets being adjusted, his conflicted soul as he groans while moving the slick cap of his cock back and forth against my clit. “Help me forget,” I say again, my words scattering everywhere as I gasp.

Sharp, in a single thrust, he’s inside me, both of us immediately still when he bottoms out.

I cough, I gasp, my head rolls, tears sting my eyes—but a beat passes, his chest pressed to mine, his heart thumping in beautiful, erratic beats—I adjust. My pussy adjusts to the thick, wide and sudden intrusion, softening around him just as he begins to move his hips.

“Oh my God,” I pant, sliding my hands up the defined arch of his muscled back.

His body is so lean and hard, but he’s so much bigger than me, he’s so handsome.

His hair and cologne are the only things I can smell, and his cock inside me is all I can feel, and the room is still dark.

The blindfold keeps the scene in my mind, keeps the choice to have unprotected sex with Reed again in my mind.

It can’t hurt you if it’s not real, right?

And it’s not real if it’s only in my head.

Drunk girl logic.

“I’m… I’m… oh my God,” I pant, “I’m gonna come.”

Throbbing and pulsing, I come in crashing waves all around him, all the while, Reed continues to thrust. He grunts and groans, cursing each time I tighten around him, and right when my toes are curled and my eyes are fluttering and the orgasm is cresting, I scramble backward.

As fast as I can, I get on my stomach, forcing him to his knees, and capture the end of his cock in my mouth.

My lips seal as the first shot splashes the back of my throat, his groan feral, loud, arousing.

His hand comes to my head, holding me as I suck him, tasting myself, my orgasm, and his.

When he’s done and starting to soften, I swallow everything in my mouth and get to my knees.

“Reed,” I breathe, then bring my hands to the silk tie, lifting it from my eyes. My vision comes back, blurry as I blink through the darkness, and Reed appears.

The tip of his nose is red and his hair is mussed, but I collect his face in my hands and pull his lips to mine. His mouth opens for me, and I happily, greedily plunge my tongue inside, tasting us, tasting the only person who has ever turned me so upside down before.

“You knew it was me?” he questions, his voice hoarse as his hands roam over the lace corset mindlessly, feeling my body.

I nod. “Your shampoo, your cologne. The way you touched me,” I whisper. “I remember the way you took my hips at the beach that night. I felt it again tonight. ”

He swallows hard, his eyes searching mine in the scraps of moonlight. “You–you weren’t trying to hook up with some other guy to forget me?”

I can’t help but smile. I think he knows I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. “No. I was gonna try and hook one of those football players for a make-out sesh but nothing more.”

His brows pull together. “He got rooms.”

“His father did, yeah. I didn't know until a few minutes ago.”

“You were just going to come in here with a guy you met just tonight and what? Make out with him?” Reed asks, all the passion between us suddenly evaporated. I back up and flop onto my butt then slide off the bed, finding my dress.

“That’s what you and I did, that night after Arcane’s!

” I shout, adjusting my corset as I step into the dress.

“And you were trying to trick me into thinking I was with someone else! So how is that any better?” I lift my hair off my back long enough to tug the tiny zipper up the dress.

“I knew it was you, Reed. The entire time, okay? I came in here for a distraction, yes, but I wasn’t gonna fuck Chad Michael! And then I knew it was you.”

He snatches his clothes off the floor and redresses, not responding to me at all.

After his shirt is tucked into his pants, which are buttoned and zipped, he takes his tie off the bed, and then gathers his glasses from the spot on the floor.

We had so much passion that clothes and stuff are littered about this room and now we aren’t even speaking.

I sit on the edge of the bed, slipping my feet into my heels, one at a time. Reed joins me, cleaning his glasses with the tail of his tie before putting them back on his face.

“I wasn’t trying to trick you,” he says finally, almost exasperated.

But I get it. I feel the same way. “I just… I came here to try and forget you. Because it’s the right thing to do, for our parents.

But I smoked some weed with Fabian, and I drank, and I got here and I couldn’t stop thinking about another guy with his hands on you in that black dress.

” He lets out a laugh, almost sadistic, as he grips his knees, white-knuckled.

He twists to face me, his effervescent blues muted, reminding me of a stormy sky.

“I’ve never been jealous or possessive. I like video games, playing my guitar and recycling.

” He laughs again, this time fitting my hand in his, waffling our fingers together.

“But when it comes to someone else having you, I lose my mind a little. And that’s what happened tonight.

I lost my sanity. And all I could do to calm myself was find you… be with you.”

“Thank you,” I reply, squeezing his hand. “And I’m sorry for what happened in the hall the other day. I’m sorry for not making a more serious attempt to put space between us.”

He laughs, then pulls me into a kiss. His lips are so soft, and they fit against mine so perfectly. It’s a shame that this has to be the last kiss.

“Look what I did. I figured out a way to have you all to myself tonight after I swore I wouldn’t. I’m no better at putting space between us.”

I smile, but it doesn't reach my eyes, because it’s a sad smile born of consolation and sadness. “Reed,” I breathe his name, trying my hardest not to think about the way it sounded on my lips that night at the beach. “We both have to stop. Our parents are getting married soon. We have to stop.”

He steps back, staring at me like I’ve just driven a knife through his heart.

The truth is, I feel like someone has stabbed me, too.

But he’s in college and I’m in high school, his mother is going to be my step mother and my father is going to be his step father.

We live in the same house—for those reasons, I know I have to make this choice.

One day, maybe in the near future, he’ll join me in realizing this is for the best.

“I told them you guys were trying to get knocked up so you could bag a future football player,” Reed says randomly as he slips his shoes back on and slips his wallet in his back pocket.

“What?”

Reed shoves a hand through his hair, and my heart flip flops when it settles back into a sexy, natural coif. “Just so you know, I told them you girls were looking for meal tickets. Then I went into the other two rooms and left notes for Ricky and Brooke–just to buy us time.”

He turns and walks toward the door but my pulse picks up as panic crushes my lungs. “Reed–”

He pauses, glances at me over his shoulder and says, “you’re right. We have to stop. Goodnight, Vivienne.”