I worked the Saturday afternoon shift at Tasty Burger and then stayed with Bitsy that night while Jon went out with his friends. One of them had a car and Jon promised to wear his seat belt, not let anyone drink and drive, and if there was sex involved to cover up. I ignored all his eye rolls.

There was a city curfew and he managed to get in with two minutes to spare. We didn't need any trouble, and CPS would find out if he was caught by the cops. The next morning, I gathered our laundry. Jon was sleepy and grumpy; he sat on the couch while Bitsy ate a bowl of cereal. I picked up the basket and carried it to Reed's house to wash.

I started the first load and heard the front door open when I walked toward the front of the house. Expecting Jon or even Bitsy, my mouth dropped open when I saw Reed standing there. He looked exhausted, rumpled, and absolutely delicious. I was wearing my oldest threadbare sweatpants and a tight secondhand t-shirt that said "whales blow" on the front under a picture of an orca. My hair was piled on my head, haphazardly held up with a clip that was too small. Absolutely no makeup, but one look into Reed's eyes and I felt beautiful.

"Do you plan on coming closer and saying hello?" His deep voice sent shivers down my spine.

I think I ran, because without taking another breath I was in his arms. He was perfect and I didn't believe he was here.

"I couldn't stay away, baby." He pulled back slightly and kissed me.

This was it. What I missed most. His arms, his taste, him holding me. He picked me up without taking his tongue from my mouth and carried me up the stairs to his room. He bumped into a few walls, but I didn't care if I had a million bruises. I needed him.

My sweatpants didn't make it past my knees, but they stretched enough so they didn't stop Reed from sinking deep inside me. I was just coherent enough that I heard the crackle of the condom wrapper before his insistent slide.

"Need you, baby. Need this."

My body knew what to do and instantly gushed for Reed's cock even without foreplay. How would any man ever fill me again? His hand tangled in my hair, dislodging the clip, pulling my head back to deepen the kiss. He was rough and I tasted the slight tang of blood, felt the aching fullness of his cock, and loved every minute. If time could stand still, this was the moment I'd freeze.

The perfect time.

He would only release my mouth long enough to groan out a few short sentences, "Fucking couldn't stay away from this."

We both breathed into each other's lungs and I felt high with the taste of him.

"So fucking tight."

I clenched my inner muscles and received another strangled groan from him. "Come with me, baby, now."

My world fell into a thousand pieces and I wasn't sure I would ever be put back together. His throaty shout rippled throughout my body. He rolled to the side, still locked inside of me, moving my leg over his hip, pulling my groin even closer to his. His kisses became nipping bites and quick licks as our breathing settled.

My brain finally came back to earth and I mumbled, "Jon, Bitsy."

He spoke between kisses, "Maggie picked me up from the airport, and she's taking Bitsy for the day. I don't think we could drag Jon over here. He said he was going back to bed."

"Thank you." I was talking about everything. The loft, my driver's license, his cock buried inside me. I was always so tough and practically never cried, but since Reed came into my life tears seemed to be my norm.

"Don't cry." He kissed me againa heart-filling, soul-gathering kiss.

"Love me, Reed, don't stop."

"I can do that." He came alive inside me again.

He filled me with everything he had. He laced his fingers with mine and moved my hands above my head after rolling me to my back. This time he watched me as his hips began rocking. I knew what he wanted to see and I wasn't embarrassed. I wanted to watch him come too. This time it was longer-sweeter.

"Keep your eyes open for me, baby."

I hadn't known they closed. I smiled and let the waves wash over every inch of my flesh from my pussy outward. Reed waited until the ripples almost stopped. With a final groan, he came. I watched and tried to imprint the memory on my brain so I could fantasize about it again and again.

His laughter brought me out of my haze. "I think your pants are cutting off the circulation to my balls."

I looked down. Somehow, my sweats were half off my ass, pulled low in the front with the elastic under his balls.

"Not good," I whispered.

"Maybe too good. I think I can go again."

My kinky Reed was back, not that he ever went far.

"Come on, let's have another round in the shower so I can get this condom off and put on another."

"I went to the doctor and got the all clear."

His groan was exaggeratedly loud. "Now you tell me."

"I don't think you gave me a chance before."

His hands tightened on mine. "Hold still, baby." He slipped out of me and I heard the condom come off. Then his cockhot and bareslid back inside. "Lift up."

He released my hands and pulled my pants down farther. He wouldn't take his cock completely out and only managed to get my pants down to my knees. Then he rolled so I was on top. He grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and lifted it over my head. The sexual gymnastics were awkward and funny but I was too turned on to laugh.

"Pull your feet up by my hips," he ordered through gritted teeth.

When I complied, my groin pushed farther against his, but he shimmied my sweatpants off one leg at a time. He still had his shirt and jeans on, which wasn't fair; when his hands enveloped my breasts, I stopped thinking.

"Ride me, baby, take it."

He went deeper this way and hit the back of me. It hurt, but felt wonderful at the same time. I rose up so I was sitting back slightly. He released my breasts and propped himself up to his forearms just watching me as I rode him.

"So beautiful."

I took his unshaved scratchy face between my palms and moved forward. I didn't kiss him, just breathed in each breath he expelled. I had no idea if he knew what I was doing, but he didn't stop me. His eyes were half-closed, sparkling blue orbs as he watched where our bodies joined. He glanced up and met my eyes. I saw such intensity, but it didn't scare me; it thrilled me. He didn't say anything as he glanced down again and watched me move over every inch of his cock. The heat built and my breath caught.

"Come, baby."

I did.

Arching my neck, I let my body go and thrilled with every vibration of my orgasm while Reed watched.

Minutes passed as I lay in his arms. He finally moved from the bed and took off his clothes. He didn't come that last time and his cock jutted out big and proud. He picked me up and carried me into the bathroom, only putting me on my feet so he could adjust the water. The hot spray felt wonderful, but then Reed's soapy hands felt better. He washed every inch of me then handed me the soap and I returned the favor. He turned to rinse the soap off and I went to my knees.

When he faced me again, I was right where I wanted to be. His back blocked the water as I licked the remaining drops from his length. His hands went into my hair as my mouth surrounded him. I glanced up to see the heavy pulse in his throat and the look of complete ecstasy on his face. His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted like he said mine went when I came. I could understand the attraction. I held the base of his cock above his balls with one hand, and squeezed the heavy sac with my other. I needed to rethink my perfect moment because this was it. He didn't take long to come and I gloried in the taste of him. I took everything he gave, swallowing his thick, salty cum.

He was mine and I decided I wasn't ever letting go. My brother was right. I could change Shumway fortune. I could accept Reed and trust that he wouldn't hurt me.