Love Unexpected (Navy Love Series Book 2) (14 page)

Marsh: huh?

Me: Dn’t play

Marsh: Cupcake, it’s early as fuck. Talk later?

Me: I need a ride to school.

Marsh: Y?

Me: I left my car there.

Marsh: where r u?

Me: Reeds.

Marsh: He know ur leavin?

Me: No. So hurry up.

Marsh: K.

I know Marshall had a hand in everything last night, and I fully plan to get it all out of him later today, but first I have to deal with Reed.

Last night was such a mistake. I just set myself back with getting over Reed and moving on. I should have never come home with him; I should have stopped that kiss. But I didn’t have the strength to do that. I’ve craved his touch for months.

As much as I know, I should regret everything that happened last night. All I really regret is it not going further than it did. I’m not sure why he stopped it from happening, but at least I don’t have as much to feel ashamed over this morning.

The best way to handle this whole situation is to brush it under the rug. I need to get out of here before he wakes up. There maybe a little awkwardness between us the next time we see each other, but it will be okay. Awkward is better than hostile.

With my decision made and my ride on his way, I sneak back into the room after washing my dirty dishes. My clothes are tossed all across the room. I pick them up, making as little noise as possible so I don’t wake up Reed, and head into his bathroom. I really should wait to shower until I get home, but I smell like Reed and sex.

Not something I really want to wash off—I love the masculine scent of Reed, sandalwood and ocean—but Marshall will start questioning me right out of the gate if I jump in his truck reeking of sex.

With one last glance at the sleeping Reed, I close the door and turn on the steamy shower.

Reed

My phone chiming jolts me awake, it takes me a second to realize I’m alone in the bed. I hear the shower running. It brings a slight tingle to know she’s making herself comfortable in my apartment.

It isn’t something new; there were plenty of times before that Tegan would crash here or me at her place. It takes on a whole new meaning now, though.

I grab my phone, which is now ringing after the text chime went off twice unnoticed by me.

“Hello?” I don’t even look to see whose number it is. It’s so damn early that it has to be work with some bullshit.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Marshall?” I pull the phone away from my ear and look at the name on the screen and glance at the time. “What the fuck are you doing blowing up my phone at 7:30 in the fucking morning?”

“I’m blowing up your Goddamn phone because Tegan just text me asking me to pick her up from your place. How did you fuck this up? I told you to be Prince Charming, not Captain Dickweed.”

Dickweed? What the fuck is a dickweed?

I swear Marsh comes up with some of the oddest insults.

“I didn’t fuck up anything. I kissed her and brought her home with me, we didn’t even talk yet. How could I have fucked up already?”

“Why didn’t you talk yet?”

“Well…”

“Jesus Christ, Reed, you fucked her, didn’t you? She’s gonna think the situation is the exact same as the last time.”

I know he’s pacing, pissed the fuck off at me and my stupidity.

“I didn’t fuck her yet, and there’s still time for me to fix this. Don’t come get her. I’ll make sure she gets wherever she needs to go. Later.”

I hang up, cutting Marshall off. I’m sure he was just going to reiterate for me to not fuck up again.

That isn’t happening. I’m still coming to terms with me wanting a relationship, but I’ll be damned if when I finally decide to attempt one, the girl runs away from it. This shit is happening, whether we’re both ready for it or not. We will work through these insecurities.

I stride across the room. With my hand on the doorknob to the bathroom, the sound of her singing stops me from opening it. I pause in place and listen for a minute, as she sings the words to that damn Taylor Swift song “Shake It Off”. I swear that song used to be on repeat in her car constantly.

How feminine is it that I’ve caught myself humming it since she hasn’t been around to sing it for me?

I slowly push open the door and step inside, pull my boxers off, and toss them carelessly onto the floor. The laugh that escapes me is unstoppable at the sight of her dancing around in the shower. Tegan turns quickly, causing her hair to whip around and plaster to the side of her face—which looks horrified by my intrusion—which only makes me laugh even harder. I reach out to grab her before she slips and step in with her. Moving the hair off her face she smiles at me shyly.

“Good morning, beautiful. How do you feel?” Wrapping my arms around her waist, she looks up, and—
fuck me her eyes are gorgeous.

“Good. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I was showering really quick then I planned on heading out.” She seems timid this morning. I can tell she didn’t plan to face me.

“How were you leaving? I drove you here.”

I know all of this, but I want her to admit she was running away.

“I umm, I texted Marsh, he’s on his way to pick me up.” Her eyes stay downcast.

“No.”

I pick up a loofah that was left here by her, lather it up with some of my body wash, and begin working it over her shoulders.

“No? What do you mean?”

“I mean, we have things that still need to be talked about. While you definitely had a lot to say last night while my head was between those gorgeous legs of yours, none of it benefits us outside of the bedroom,” I say with a wink.

Her face reddens. I love embarrassing her when I make sexual remarks to her.

“I don’t know what you want to talk about, Reed. I don’t expect anything from you, and I know last night was a mistake.”

I stop lathering her arms and pin her with a hard glare.

“Mistake? You think it was a mistake?”

She shrugs her shoulders and looks down again.

I pull her tightly against my chest. I was already fighting a hard-on being in here with her, but when her sass comes out, I lose the battle.

“Do. You. Think. It. Was. A. Mistake?” I teasingly rub my cock against her.

“I-I don’t know, Reed.”

I crash my lips to hers, taking her mouth the way I wanted to last night. The way I have thought about doing for the past three months. I try to convey everything in this kiss. I know it won’t be enough, I know I’ll still have to say the words, but I’m finally okay with that.

I don’t care if I have to tell her a hundred different ways, I’ll do whatever to convince her that I want this.

Her voice is breathy as she whimpers when I pull away from her. When I completely back away from her body and stand under the flow of the water, her eyes open and glare at me.

Tegan has beautiful, expressive, blue eyes—anyone can tell every emotion she’s feeling by looking into them. And right now, she’s turned on, pissed off, and slightly confused.

“What do you want from me, Reed?” she whispers.

“You, Tegan. I want you, all of you.”

Before she is able to argue, I finish rinsing myself off and exit the shower.

She’s quick to come out after me.

Using the same towel that I just dried my hair with, I wrap it around her shoulders and pat the water off her skin.

After a few moments of her huffing and puffing, my frustration grows.

A mistake?

A night with me has been referred to as many things, but a mistake isn’t one I’ve heard nor do I care for it at all, especially coming from Tegan’s mouth.

I grab her by the waist and hoist her up onto my counter. The look on her face now is surprised and unsure. I don’t give her anytime to question me, though. Without explaining myself, I push the towel off her body and lower myself to my knees.

We really don’t have time to get into sex, but I can spare a few minutes to pacify her until later tonight.

One of my hands goes to her small, perky tit while my mouth follows. The other hand finds its way to her pussy.

“No, Reed, we shouldn’t—oooh…”

She leans her weight back on one arm while the other goes to my head, pushing me closer into her tight, little body. It doesn’t take but a couple of minutes before she’s yanking on my hair and moaning out her release.

I should stop, but the taste of Tegan is like a drug to me. Once I start on her, I don’t want to stop. Marshall is just going to have to be pissed off if he finds out, I was supposed to talk to her first. But I’ve got to sink my hard-as-steel dick into her now. Fuck waiting.

Without any warning, I grab her hand which has a death grip on my short hair and pry it away from my head. I pull my mouth away from her, noting the small whimper that leaves her. I grip her by her slender hips and roughly pull her to the edge of the counter even more so than she already was.

Thank God Tegan is on birth control; I say fuck the condom this time around. Normally, I wear them just as an added security, but I trust Tegan, unlike most of the women I’ve slept with.

In one quick thrust, I enter her. I pound into her, physically telling her that we
are
happening.

“We are not a mistake, Tegan.”

She doesn’t respond, just takes my harsh words and brutal force of my thrusts, all with slight moans and gasps.

“Reed, I—”

“Charlie. Call me Charlie.” I emphasis each word on a thrust.

“Charlie, I-I’m gonna come.”

“Go, Tegan, let it go. Milk my cock, baby.”

As if on command, she does just that. The grip her pussy has on my cock is enough to force me into my own hellacious orgasm. One final plunge seats me fully inside her just as mine hits.

My movements cease to exist except for the jerking of my cock as my cum spurts out and her walls continue their slight tremors.

I don’t pull out. Instead, I wait until I have her attention.

“Try telling me
that
was a mistake.” I pull out, pick up a discarded towel, and walk out to get dressed. Leaving her in shock sitting on the bathroom counter.

Just as I get to the door, I call out over my shoulder, “Oh yeah, Marshall isn’t coming to get you, so take your time. Whenever you’re ready to admit we have something between us and figure out how we’re going to handle it, then I’ll take you wherever you need me to, babe.”

Reed

That wasn’t exactly what I had in my mind when I thought of Tegan and me talking, but I think I like that way better than any other form of discussion. If she comes out of that bathroom still fighting this, fighting
us
, I’ll take her on the kitchen table. I’ll fuck her on every imaginable surface of this apartment until she submits to the idea that we are an item.

I waltz into the kitchen and prepare myself and Tegan a cup of coffee. I pride myself in remembering how she takes hers; creamer and lots sugar. I remember just a few short months ago how I would harp on the way she “ruined” a perfectly good cup of coffee.

I did that a lot to her, harped and complained. I treated her like shit in all honesty. Granted there were times, a lot of times, where we got along well and I treated her good. But thinking back, I know I never treated her the way she deserves.

Tegan is much more than a few secret rendezvous or a casual fling. No intelligent man would associate the word casual with Tegan. I have been an idiot these past three months. I'm lucky that she even spoke to me, let alone allowed me to have sex with her.

The talk I had with Marshall really gave me some clarity. I still have my past to overcome, but I already made some vast improvements in the way I think about relationships.