Strike (Completion Series) (16 page)

I survived my first week in Reed’s employ. I also passed my written and driving tests with little difficulty. I now had a driver’s license and not just a state issued identification card. The picture was awful, but I didn’t care. The three by four inch card gave me a sense of freedom I’d never had.

Maggie was waiting at the house when I returned
from the motor vehicle department. She handed me a remote to one of Reed’s other cars. It was a black Cadillac Escalade—bright, shiny, and new, worth more money than I’d made in my entire life. It was parked next to my old trailer and was in the garage when we moved in. I checked the registration just in case Reed pulled a fast one on me, but he’d purchased it six months before I tried to burglarize his home. I was afraid to drive it, but figured I needed to get over that fear.

I was just leaving the garage, forgoing the temptation to take it for a drive
, when my phone sounded. Reading Reed’s text made me smile.

Congratulations
. I know you passed even without being told. Take Jon and Bitsy to get a pizza tonight and celebrate on me. Be assured I bought the Cady before you came into my world.  

In three short weeks, Reed knew me. He might not always play by my rules
, but he took the time to understand how my thought process worked. I quickly texted him back.

Pizza party on you is a deal. Miss you baby.

I blinked my eyes and his reply was on my phone.

Mutual.

Two hours later, I gave Jon and Bitsy their first ride in a car with me driving.

“Buckle up.”

“Where’s a harness strap when you need one?” Jon thought he was so funny.

“You get your license next and I’ll remember each insult.” My hands were shaking
, but it didn’t stop me from smart-mouthing him back.

We went to the same pizza joint Reed took us to
, and I missed him even more.

“Can Reed come with us next time
, Jaycee?” Bitsy’s voice echoed my thoughts.

“I hope so
, Bits, but he’s a busy man and doesn’t have much free time now that baseball started.”

The disappointment showed on her face
, but she ate another slice of pizza and gave me a little smile.

“What if I take a picture and text it to Reed so he knows you’re thinking of him?” It was a horrible thing for me to do, both to Reed and Bitsy. I shouldn’t enforce their attachment
, but Reed was paying for dinner and he deserved a picture. Bitsy smiled showing all her teeth and I managed to snap a pic with maximum pizza sauce on her face.

Bitsy misses you too
,
was my caption.

The restaurant was loud and I didn’t check my phone while we played a few more games after finishing our meal. When I did, I read
the first part aloud to Bitsy and Jon.

T
he perfect saucy faced princess.

This I kept to myself.

Call me when you’re in my bed!

Even with Reed’s thrilling final message, w
e left later than we should have. I was lucky that Bitsy was tired and went straight to bed.

“I’m heading to the main house to work on some accounting for Reed,” I told Jon.

“Sure, sis, have fun.” His smirk let me know he didn’t believe a word of it and made me think.

“Have you talked to Reed since he left?”

Jon looked away, acting like the television was the most important thing in the room. “A couple of times.”

I sat down on the couch. “And what do you talk about?”

He shrugged. “Just an update here and there.”

“Joooon.”

He finally looked at me. “He wants to know how you’re doing and also that you’re not overworking.”

“Was that so hard?” I tried to keep my voice even.

“Only because you’re mad now and you’ll take it out on Reed. He really likes you, Jaycee, and I don’t want you to blow this.”

My words were no longer even.
“Me blow it? The men in our life…well our mother’s…are the ones who blow it.”

“Are you so sure
, sis? You’re the one who said you weren’t like our mother. She made bad choices and expected the men to care for her and us. Her problems were solved as soon as a new guy was in her life. I think Reed’s the real deal and so far you haven’t screwed it up, but it doesn’t mean you won’t.”

His words hurt. “I don’t expect any man to take care of us. I take care of us.”

“I take care of us too. I haven’t had any more of a life than you’ve had. If we’re honest, you know we both resent it every so often. Reed cares about you and I think he cares about Bitsy and me too. Just give him a chance.”

I felt deflated. “But what if he decides I’m not good enough
, Jon? What then? We can’t let our guard down or it might destroy us. I’d like nothing more than to have Reed’s babies and live happily ever after, but that’s not how it works for the Shumways.”

Jon gave me a resigned look. “You’re missing the point. Maybe we need to change our luck and try taking some help. You let Michelle help by giving us the trailer.
You let Dwaine help by accepting more work hours and taking his Christmas presents. You’re not taking advantage of those people, you’re letting them in. I think you need to let Reed in and tell him what’s behind burglarizing his house.”

Now the
real problem was out in the open. “You won’t forgive me for that, will you?”

Jon gave me the saddest look. “I already
have. So has Reed, but he deserves the truth.”

“Okay, I’ll tell him. But that doesn’t mean we’ll live happily ever after.”

He smiled. “No it doesn’t, but does relieved ever after or telling the truth ever after count?”

“You’re a goof
.” I pushed his shoulder and then stood up. “Now for that paperwork.”

“Tell Reed I said hi
, preferably before the heavy breathing starts.”

Mortified anyone?

I refused to reply. I let myself inside the main house and went up to Reed’s room. He did deserve to know who wanted his baseballs and I should have told him before he left. I didn’t bother undressing, because I had a feeling this would not be that kind of phone call. Reed had programmed his number in my speed dial list and I pushed the button.

“Hi
, baby,” he said in his sleepy voice.

“Umm, hi.”

It was no longer sleepy. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I need to talk to you.” Silence was my answer, so I tried again
. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“So tell me.” He didn’t sound happy and it worried me.

“It’s about your balls.”

His nervous laughter sounded in my ear. “Please
, baby, tell me about my balls, but remember I’m a man and you need to be gentle with criticism.”

“Your baseballs
, Reed.”

His voice went all husky
, making my panties wet. “You’re no fun.”

“Stop that. This is a serious conversation and I need to tell you the truth about br
eaking into your house. You’re not making it easier.”

“Has this been worrying you?” Nope, he didn’t change his tone.

“Yes, but it’s also worrying my brother and he’s guilted me into telling you the truth.”

“Why don’t you tell me the truth when you’re ready and you think you can trust me.” A bit of
censure came through this time.

I took a deep breath and tried starting over
. “I am ready and I should have told you last week. I trust you.”

“Then you don’t need to tell me
, because I already know. My cousin Derrick is a cop. I called him that first night. I had him tip off the detectives unit, without mentioning your name. They looked into it and Jim Pierson, the guy you know as Big Jim, is no longer on the street. Funny thing is I played college ball with him. He was just as big a scumbag back then as he is now and didn’t last past his first year. But he did visit my house once and he did have an eye for those balls. Do you feel better now?”

I didn’t know what to say. Reed had taken care of the problem that still worried me in the back of my mind even after we moved above his garage. “When were you planning to tell me all this?”

“I wasn’t. I wanted you to trust me and I know it’s hard for you. I come with baggage, Jaycee, even if you don’t see it right now. We all do, but I’ll take everything you throw my way and still be here.”

He was breaking my heart. “I miss you.”

I heard his breath expel. “You have no idea. The guys won’t stop teasing me. Even the coaches are giving me a hard time. I love my job and I love this game, but I need you with me. It’s not working with you so far away.”

He was making me nervous. “This is going to
o fast, Reed.”

“No it’s not. Our life is in slow motion and you’re holding it up. If you really trust me just let go. Let go of the past and let me completely in.”

“I’m trying.” A tear ran down my face.

“I know you are
and this would be so much easier if I was there and could hold you and prove that I’m in this for the long haul.”

Reed stopped talking and gave me a few moments to digest what he said. More tears ran down my face and I had no idea I made a sound until he said, “Oh
, baby, don’t cry.”

I laughed shakily
and said, “I know you have a camera in here somewhere.”

He gave me his husky sex voice
. “I can only wish, but next time I’m home I’ll take care of that problem. Maybe this would be easier if I could watch you come every night.”

“You’re horrible.”

“No, you just don’t get it. Your eyes go all soft and your lips part just a bit. It’s sexy as hell and I dream about watching you come. Hell, I even dream about the way your pussy smells. So far, I’ve managed to wake up before I embarrass myself on the sheets, but I’ve never jerked off in the shower so much in my life.”

I knew exactly what he meant by smell
, though my dreams were of his taste. I swear I could inhale at night and taste him on my lips. “Are we done talking, Reed?”

“Only if you’re naked.”

“Damn.”

“I’ll wait.”

I turned the speaker on and tore off my clothes. I heard Reed’s laughter; he obviously knew what I was doing and how ridiculous I looked.

“You are so fucking sexy
, baby.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew my shoes were caught up in my pants and I was jumping around.” Now I was breathing hard and it had nothing to do with sex.

“Just that picture makes me harder.”

“That’s because you’re a kinky fool.”

“Only for you.”

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 walk
ed 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 ar
ms, 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 again—a 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 cock—hot and bare—slid 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.