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Chapter Eighteen

Vivienne

T he covers are pulled off my legs, cool air touching my warm skin. Groggy, I blink my eyes until weight is pressed into me from behind, and my mattress gives a little. Arms come around my waist, and Reed’s lips come to my ear.

His cock is hard, and pressing into my ass, and I want it, I want whatever he’s here for. I need him. I fell asleep crying, my body aching for the man who put a baby in me to come tend to me, make me feel good, make me come, love me, have me, cherish me.

And he’s here now, and God, I want it.

The more I wake up, the more I know it’s wrong. We shouldn’t.

But just one night. Our last fling. The last time.

“One sleepover, a night at the beach redux, and I’ll let you go,” Reed breathes, his bargain scattering over me, leaving goosebumps in a trail. “Tonight, one night, and let me wake up with you–one sleepover. Then I’ll let you do this.”

I shake my head, writhing against him and one of his hands slides down my growing bump, past the curls on my groin.

He finds my clit and circles it, gathering wetness from pussy as he does.

His cock glides in a pool of precome against my ass.

Feeling how turned on he is turns me on so much more, so much that my tits physically ache for him.

I twist in his arms, and lose my hands in his soft, chestnut hair.

He blinks back at me with his wide, gorgeous eyes.

My lips curve into a smile, which he returns right before I press him down, forcing him to my breast.

His mouth opens willingly, hungrily, and he seals his lips around my nipple after he licks my areola and nibbles me a bit.

“Fuck, Viv, these tits are everything. I’d beg to taste you every night.

You’d tell me you just put the baby down, that you were too tired.

But I’d lick you, Viv, I’d lick you so soft, between your legs, just the way you like.

” He groans, pressing his cock against me as his hands roam.

“I’d suck your tits, Viv, and I’d drink your milk.

And I’d come so hard doing it, because you are so hot and so gorgeous.

But you with my baby inside you? You making milk for my baby?

Give me tonight and let me dream, please Vivienne. ”

My body succumbs to overwhelming desire, the pull I’ve been running from for months.

I can’t hold back, not one more second. “Just one night,” I reason, somehow believing that one night together will make a lifetime apart okay.

It won’t. It definitely, absolutely, without a doubt will make everything harder.

But I can’t say no .

He rolls me onto my back, and finds his way over me.

A shove of his sweats and his cock is out, bobbing over my belly.

My mouth fills with saliva, so I reach down and take his heated cock in my hand.

His eyes flutter closed as I wrap my fingers around him, tugging him, providing him with relief to the insane pressure inside him.

I know he feels it–I feel it too. The feeling of being on the brink of total surrender, utter explosion. I’m there, I’m there with him, for him.

“I want you forever, Vivienne, you know that right? You know I’d do anything to have you, to change your mind,” he breathes as he reaches down, aligning himself with my body.

One shove and he’s inside, and I’m gasping, my eyes watering, my body adjusting.

He stares down at me, pushing hair off my face, smoothing his thumb along my bottom lip, hips rolling in gentle circles.

“I know,” I finally manage, once my body has accepted his size.

He strokes my clit as he fucks me, his mouth moving down my collarbone, to my breast. He sucks my nipples, moaning against my heated skin, sliding himself in and out of me, all of it so torturously slow, so agonizingly perfect.

We come together, and the look in his eyes while he pumps himself into me is one I’ll never forget.

So handsome, so focused, something so private and special.

Reed makes me come so hard that I fall apart in shambles underneath him, shaking and trembling like crazy. He strokes in and out of me, giving me as much of himself as I can take before I’m too sensitive, too giggly, too soft.

When he slides out, he cleans me up, and slides a fresh pair of panties up my legs before positioning himself behind me.

He slides his hands over my belly, with one arm underneath me, and stacks his chin on my shoulder.

We stare out the window, admiring the moonlight, privately enjoying the sound of the water on the shore, soaking up every moment of our sleepover.

Finally, after what feels like so much quiet, Reed whispers, “What happened to your mom?”

I think, a little surprised by the topic.

But surprised that Reed wants every bit and piece of me to stash away for the rest of his life so we can get through this?

Not at all. I stroke my hand along his, studying the lines in his skin, the shape of his knuckle, the way his nails look.

I’m squirreling pieces of him away, too, so I can’t blame him.

“She had cancer,” I tell him, adding, “I don’t remember her as much as I wish I did. She passed when I was very young. Just seven.”

“That’s awful,” he sighs, kissing the top of my shoulder. “Elijah… he seems like he’s solid but I know things aren’t what they seem.”

“My dad is great,” I agree quickly then veer back to the latter part of his thought.

“Things aren’t what they seem? What does that mean?

” I tug his arms around me more tightly, and kiss his hands before replacing them on my stomach.

I can’t feel the baby yet, and tonight I wish I could.

I wish we could feel the baby together on our last night.

He nuzzles against me, and my stomach flutters when he shifts and I feel he’s partially hard again.

“My dad, he died when I was a sophomore in high school. And my mom, she started dating kind of quickly. But I didn’t blame her.

She was miserable. She missed my dad even when she was dating but she…

she wasn’t meant to be alone, you know?”

I cling to his hands, cling to that sentiment.

I do know, because until Reed, I thought being alone was fine.

Getting laid was a must but having a partner to tackle life with wasn’t anything ever on my radar.

It’s not just the baby growing inside me, either.

Now that I have Reed, I realize what being part of a duo could be like.

“I know,” I admit softly, adding, “I’m sure that no one can replace your dad, but I’m glad Maribel found my dad. He’s never been this happy.”

We lie there in quiet a bit longer, listening to the water, watching the moon change position in the sky. Neither of us fall asleep, because we don’t want to waste our precious time together sleep. But after what feels too long, Reed speaks again.

“What if they understand? What if it doesn’t ruin everything?” He bravely floats the hypothetical between us, one I admittedly have thought about no less than a hundred times. I kiss his hands again, the heat of his breath on my neck reigniting the neediness inside me.

“If they don’t, we can’t be together, and they’d never look at us the same way. Can you risk that? Can you risk not being together and having Elijah look at you like a deviant? Your mother, too?”

He kisses the back of my ear, and my eyes fall closed. “We don’t share blood, Vivienne. We haven’t done anything wrong.”

Reed reaches down, spreading me open with his fingers, stroking the wetness that blooms there because of him. “You know we didn’t do anything wrong, you know you can’t marry Murray,” he breathes, his cock growing rigid and angry against me from behind. “I know you aren’t in love with him.”

He needs no reassurance, that much he’s just shown me, but still, I feel compelled.

“No, I’m not in love with him. But he’s a good person, Reed.

And he and I can give each other a fulfilling life, without disrupting Maribel and my dad.

Without disrupting Bipal.” As much as I want to believe that love would conquer all step-sibling ties and that our parents would support us, I think of Clear View.

The social circles that run so deep, would they be understanding that Elijah Beaumont’s daughter got knocked up by her older step brother?

I want to believe that open minds join open wallets, but I don’t think they do.

“You told Brooke and Ricky about us, and about the pregnancy,” Reed says, still moving his hand underneath the panties he put on me. “They know and Bipal stands.”

I toss my head back, searching for his mouth on my neck, to suck at my pulse point while he fingers me, to drive me mad in every single way he can.

No matter how much of him I get, I want more, and I know there’s no way to overdose.

There’s no way to have dangerous amounts of Reed in my system.

The more I have, the more I want, and the better I feel. That’s the excruciating truth.

“It’s not the simple, and you know it,” I breathe, my toes curling as his fingers expertly play my clit.

“Or maybe it is?” He continues rubbing, stroking, teasing. My legs shake and my back arches.

“Reed,” I barter, I pant, I beg. “Please, Reed,” I try again.

“Come on my fingers, let me show you what you could have every single night, hmm?” he croons. “I would make them understand that we’re soulmates, Viv. I would make them see.”

Squeezing my eyes closed, I reach back, finding his cock with my hand.

I stroke him as he makes me come, my orgasm hot and fast, pulsing through me in shuddering waves.

I twist in his arms, and bring his fingers to my mouth, tasting myself again, because I like tasting how he makes me feel, and I know he likes watching me taste myself, too.

And then I make use of our big mattress, settling between his legs as I slip his cock into my mouth.

Touching me, whispering naughty things to me, dreams of what we could have–it’s been his foreplay, an aphrodisiac so powerful that the second pass of my tongue around his crown has his spine curling, his stomach knotting, curses falling from his lips.

Reed comes after less than a minute in my mouth, hard, fast, filling my mouth with an abundance of warm, salty come. I swallow it, because the idea of spitting anything out that came from Reed seems wrong. When I sit up, he’s smirking shyly.

“College guys should have more stamina than that,” I tell him, reaching out to tug his glasses down his nose. I bring them to my face, slipping them on, the world growing a little fuzzy behind the lenses.

“Being in the mouth of the woman I love, the same woman who has my baby inside of her—psh, I feel proud I made it thirty seconds,” he teases. I tug off his glasses, because I don’t want to waste a moment of our last night together with a single piece of him blurry.

“You looked hot in those,” he tells me, slipping them back on.

“You look hot in them too.” I stroke a finger down his chest, playing with his softening cock in my other hand. “See, calling you hot feels wrong. It’s more than that.”

Reed playfully grins. “Is that right?”

I nod, wishing Murray didn’t pop into my mind at that moment, because Murray is a good guy.

He doesn’t deserve to be compared to Reed.

It’s unfair. Apples and oranges. But still, I look down at Reed, beautiful features, the electric touch, a brain like my father’s, a soul full of goodness— “you’re so much more,” I decide on, still touching him even though he’s soft.

I want to touch all of him, experience him in all forms.

His eyes glitter, and it takes me a moment to realize they’re wet. All forms of Reed are beautiful, and that’s what I wanted. But the look of hurt shining in his eyes cuts deep, deeper than I wanted to feel.

“So are you.”

I smile, and lie down next to him, curling into his side, stroking my hand along the chiseled definitions of his muscle.

“Should we go to sleep now? I know it means the end, but sleeping and waking up together— I’ve always wanted that.

” I wish we could do it more than one night– but I don’t say that. Why add salt to the wound?

He presses his lips into my hairline.

“Sleep with you sounds perfect.”

We fall quiet, but I don’t know when either of us actually go to sleep.