Dirty Power (10 page)

“No problem.” I heard the front door open. “Now come on. We’re havin’ a pizza party.” I held out my hand. She took it and slowly stood.

Dinner was just as awkward as breakfast. Joan was all stiff. Probably from being chained up for the last twenty-four hours. Also the broken ribs. Those might have contributed to her discomfort. But she pretended nothing was wrong. I didn’t know if that was out of pride or just to keep Emma calm.

Christopher kept shooting looks at me and Reese. But mostly at me. I guess he wasn’t too happy with us being together again. Breno started to ask a few questions, but every time he started, Christopher would look pointedly at Joan, and Breno would shut up. That was probably smart. We didn’t want to give her any more information about us.

Ryan was stoned. I was pretty sure of it. Reese must have let him smoke when they got the pizza. Breno had no idea Ryan was high. Christopher knew. I could tell by the dirty looks he was giving Ryan.

Maybe Christopher was just pissed off at everyone.

Reese didn’t seem very interested in pizza. She did seem very interested in the seam of my jeans. Or I figured that was what she was interested in because she kept running her fingertips up and down the inside of my thigh. Which made me also uninterested in pizza. Tease.

I abandoned my pizza so I could rest my hand on Reese’s thigh. She just kept talking to Ryan. As I trailed my hand higher, her breathing sped up. Good. I didn’t want to be in this state alone. I squeezed her cunt through her jeans for a brief moment. Then I started eating my pizza again. Reese glared at me. I smiled.

After we ate, Breno led Joan off to tape up her ribs. She insisted she was fine. But we could all see that she was lying, so eventually, she gave in.

“So, uhh, we’re going to go for a walk,” I said once Breno and Joan left the room.

“Yep.” Reese stood and took our plates to the counter. “We’ll be back soon.”

“Yeah, kinda soon.” Not too soon, I hoped.

“A walk?” Christopher asked.

“Yeah. We need to talk.” Reese came back to the table and set her hands on my shoulders.

“Right now?” Christopher wasn’t liking that idea.

Reese started digging her thumb into the base of my neck. It felt really fucking good.

“It’s important.” I had to fight to keep my voice even.

“Really important.” Reese.

“We don’t even need to walk. We can just go upstairs and talk,” I said.

Ryan shook his head and hid a smile.

“That’s fine, but Breno just set up our accounts. He and I need to go over them with Reese.” Christopher had no fucking clue what Reese and I needed to discuss. He was just that clueless. For someone so perceptive he could be really dense.

“Can we talk while you’re waiting?” I asked. I was really hoping for some marathon nakedness, but I’d settle for heavy making out.

“No, he and Joan will be done soon. Breno needs to get to sleep. He and Joan are leaving for the Caymans early tomorrow morning. So he needs to walk Reese and me through this first.”

This man was going to kill me. Okay, maybe not literally.

“Can you guys go over them with Ryan?” I asked, desperation bleeding into my tone.

“I think it’s best that we tell Reese. Honestly”—he shot an apologetic look at Ryan—“I think she is the only one of you who will retain it. And you guys need this information.”

We couldn’t really argue with that.

“It’s fine. It’ll be fast.” Reese squeezed the back of my neck one last time. It took everything in me not to moan out loud.

“This blows,” I whined.

“What blows?” Breno asked as he came back into the kitchen.

“Nothing. Where’s Joan?” I asked.

“I cuffed her to the headboard in the guest room upstairs,” he said.

“Kinky,” Ryan said.

Breno’s eyebrows drew together and he cocked his head to the side.

“Ryan,” Christopher said.

“What?” Ryan giggled.

“I think Joan is quite happy that she isn’t chained to a toilet.” Breno decided to forge ahead. “I put her in the guest room because there are better curtains in there. Her room has too many windows.”

“Neat.” Reese.

“Whatever.” Me.

“Dude.” Ryan.

“I’m telling you because that means we have fewer beds.” Breno looked at us expectantly.

Which gave me an awesome idea. “Maybe we should just take off then. Get a room for the night.” I was nonchalant as hell.

“No, you don’t need to do that,” Breno said. “I will take the couch. Besides, Joan and I leave very early tomorrow. Christopher may need help in the morning with Emma.”

“We don’t mind getting a room somewhere,” Reese said.

Ryan giggled again.

“Breno is right. You guys don’t need to leave,” Christopher said.

Damn.

“Fine,” I said. This sucked.

Christopher stood. “We should look at those accounts.”

“Yes, let’s,” Breno said.

Reese rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

“We will be fast.” Christopher and Breno left the room.

“Hurry,” I told Reese.

She smiled. “Yeah.” Then she leaned down and kissed my neck. There was tongue involved.

“You’re killing me,” I whispered.

“You’re killing me,” Ryan didn’t whisper. “Gross.”

Reese rolled her eyes and followed Christopher. I watched her walk away and started imagining all the things I was going to do with that perfect ass of hers.

“My God, Cooper. She’s my sister. Can you at least pretend you aren’t eye fuck—umm.” Ryan glanced at Emma wriggling in her high chair. “Can you not look at her like that?”

“Bro.” I tried to sound apologetic. I wasn’t.

Ryan rolled his eyes. “Gross.”

*

Christopher lied. It took them two hours to go over the convoluted string of accounts Breno had set up. By that time, I was ready to run a marathon or go ten rounds. Or fuck Reese. Running is lame.

Instead of that, we got stuck putting Emma to bed. Kids take work. Lots of it. There were stories to read and teeth to brush and bath time and pj’s to put on. Christopher was exhausted so he made us do it. We weren’t really sure about the rules of bathing a kid, but we figured that it wasn’t a Ryan job. So Reese and I got stuck on make-sure-the-kid-doesn’t-drown duty.

When we finally got her clothed and read to and asleep, Reese and I left Ryan playing cards by himself on the floor of Emma’s room. We crept out into the hall and Reese pulled the door shut halfway.

“Are we done?” I asked.

Reese didn’t answer. Instead, she pressed me back against the wall and kissed me. I cupped her ass in my hands and pulled her against me. She groaned into my mouth. I slid one hand up under her shirt and stroked the smooth skin of her back. Reese fisted her hands in my shirt and held me still as she stuck her tongue in my mouth. I let her.

I had some reservations about making out in the hallway with a sleeping kid in one room, a hostage in another, and Christopher down the hall. But those reservations disappeared when Reese started unbuttoning my jeans. She slid inside and stroked me over my boxers.

“I need you bad,” I whispered.

“Mmm-hmm. Me too.” Then she went back to kissing me. And stroking me. Fuck. She was going to make me come without actually touching skin. Girl was magic. And sexy. I wanted her under me. I wanted her in me.

I did not want Christopher’s door to open.

Reese and I broke apart. She looked guilty. I probably did too. Reese tugged her shirt back into place and stood in front of me while I buttoned my jeans.

Christopher came out of the master bedroom. He looked at us and shook his head.

“Umm, we got Emma to sleep. Ryan is guarding her.” Reese nodded at the half-closed door.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Christopher said.

“Uhh, what?” I asked ingeniously.

Ryan stuck his head out of Emma’s room. “What’s going on?” He looked at me and Reese, then back at Christopher. “Oh, that. Get a room.” Then he went back into Emma’s room and closed the door.

“Look, congratulations. I’m glad you two worked it out.” Christopher crossed his arms over his chest. Then re-crossed them the other way. Then went back to the first way. “But you guys can’t make out two feet away from our sleeping hostages. One of them is a child.”

Like a champ I said, “We weren’t making out.”

Christopher gave me a bad look. “Don’t revert to being fifteen. You were an obnoxious fifteen-year-old. Just go downstairs or something. I’m trying to sleep.” He waved at the stairs.

Reese and I shuffled to the stairs.

“And…also, that’s creepy. I’m your stepfather. Ryan is in the next room. Breno is downstairs. Don’t you two have any restraint?”

Reese glared. I rolled my eyes.

Christopher shook his head. “I hope you two have kids. And I hope they’re hellions.”

With that, he went back into his room. Reese and I went downstairs as fast as we could without running. She held my hand again as we went through the kitchen, down the hallway, and to the bedroom next to the office.

I stopped Reese before we went in. “Wait,” I whispered.

“What?” she whispered back.

“Breno’s in there.”

“What? Why?”

“I told him he could have the bed. Sorry.” I shrugged. I was an idiot.

“Shit.”

“Couch?”

Reese grinned and pulled me back to the living room. We fell onto the couch. Reese tried to take off my shirt, but we were kissing so she only got it off of one arm. I started laughing. She raised her thigh so it was tight against my crotch. That made me stop laughing.

“We have to be quiet,” Reese whispered.

“Fuck that. I’ve been wanting this all day. No, all week. No, wait since I was fourte—” Reese kissed me again. It was good way to get me to shut up.

Reese twisted her leg around mine and pushed up, and suddenly, I found myself on my back with Reese stretched on top of me.

“Smooth, honey. Maybe you should have been a wrest—”

“Cooper, shut the fuck up.” And then she wrapped her tongue around my nipple. I decided to stop talking.

The heat and warmth of Reese’s mouth against my skin seemed to spread from my chest out to every inch of my body. With every gentle lap and hard suck, I got wetter, more needy. Her hands were at my hips holding me still. Her fingertips dug into my flesh.

I wanted to push up, to put her under me and thrust until I came. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I just let her kiss down to my bellybutton and back up to my lips. Her hands never moved. It wasn’t until I groaned into her mouth that she smiled and unbuttoned my jeans again.

“Please, Reese,” I whispered.

“Shhh, soon, sweetheart.”

Just the sound of her voice made my heart pound. I knew the promise of that tone. I’d missed the sound of her voice when she was getting ready to take me. How easy she made it to let her.

She started to kiss me again. Her tongue traced my bottom lip, the inside of my mouth. It was distracting. But not distracting enough to draw my attention away from the subtle vibration as she unzipped my jeans. I lifted my hips so she could tug my boxers down. She scraped her fingernails up my thigh, down the other, teasing me, promising me. I whimpered when she finally slid between my folds. Her now slick fingers dragged through my heat.

Her mouth never left mine. Even as my breathing got rough. Everything, every sensation in my body was reduced to the glide of her fingers over my clit and her lips against mine. She edged my boxers further down, pressed two fingers low enough to enter me. But then she waited. I lifted my hips and pushed against her hand.

When she went inside me, I moaned. Loudly.

“Oh God, you feel so fucking good,” Reese murmured.

“Don’t stop. Please.” She eased out, then back in. “Oh, fuck. Harder, please, harder.”

Reese moved her hand faster. I could hear the wet sucking sound of her fingers buried in my cunt. I grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her closer. Her mouth was at my throat. The rush of her breathing filled my ear.

I spread my legs wider, arched into her thrusts.

“Reese, I’m gonna come.”

She just groaned and kept fucking me until I came. I felt the tremble and pull of my muscles grasping her fingers as she nursed every small contraction from me that she could until I shuddered and she slumped on top of me. Her weight felt good, right.

“I missed you.”

Reese nodded against my shoulder. “Same here.”

I fell asleep with her still inside me.

*

Breno and Joan left the next morning for the Caymans. They’d only been gone for a few hours when Christopher gathered us all in the kitchen.

“Where’s the kid?” I asked.

“Nap time,” Christopher said. He’d taken over Emma watch. We didn’t want to do it. And he was oddly good with her.

“So what’s up?” Ryan asked.

“We need to figure out where to go from here,” Christopher said.

“I vote Italy or Spain. Maybe Portugal,” Reese said.

“Spain,” I said. They all looked at me. “What? I can’t speak Spanish, but at least I sort of understand it when people talk to me.”

“Spain it is. We need to go, buy a house. My associate will meet us there…” Christopher kept talking, but I tuned out. Apparently, Reese and Ryan did to. We just nodded along. “Are any of you listening to me?”

“Uhh.” Me.

“Sort of.” Ryan.

“Not at all.” Reese.

“Why?”

“I just realized something,” Reese said.

“What?” Christopher asked.

“We’re not coming with you,” she said.

An awkward silence fell over the room. For some reason, I knew exactly what she meant. Christopher looked a little hurt.

“If that’s how you feel, I understand. Just tell me where you want the money sent,” Christopher finally said.

“No. Well, maybe. But that’s not what I meant. We’ll probably meet up with you in Spain. But Coop and I are going on a trip.”

“Where?” Christopher asked.

“It doesn’t matter where,” I said. “But the two of us need a vacation.” Reese and I hadn’t discussed it. We didn’t need to. ’Cause we both just knew that we needed time away from all of them. I reached under the table and took Reese’s hand.

“What about Ryan?” Christopher asked. We all looked at Ryan. He shrugged.