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She wipes something from her eye. It looks like a tear, but I’m not sure. “See. I told you that you didn’t want to know. It’s a line from a movie I used to watch all of the time. It’s one of my favorites.”

What the…?

“I had a rough time with my mom, Caydon. I took care of her every single day of my life. I needed to escape. Movies and books helped me get away. Sometimes, I watched the same movie over and over again. That particular movie reminded me of you.” Her breath quickens and her voice shakes. “My parents were young and selfish. Sure, I was cared for. But not like other kids. They all had a mom and a dad. Maybe, a brother or sister they fought with…but loved. My parents, especially my mom, were self-absorbed. I don’t think she cared whether or not I was around. But you…you looked for me every day. I wasn’t invisible when you were watching me. I mattered to you.”

Mattered.

“You still matter, Reece. Do you know that you did the same thing for me? I was always the cute, poor kid. No one wanted to play with me because of my temper. Teachers hated me. My ‘friends’ parents wouldn’t allow them to come over to play because of where I lived. Then, one day, there you were.” I recall the first day that I saw her. “God, I thought you were so pretty. And, when I looked at you, you never turned away.”

Finally, her mouth curls up into a genuine smile. She lays her head on my chest. I allow my arm to drape around her shoulder. I feel relaxed. Good. The act itself is so innocent. I surprise myself because it’s about just reconnecting with her and not about how bad I want inside of her.

In a soft whisper, she utters, “Kiss me.”

* * *

I feel his lips on my jawbone leaving featherlike grazes across my skin. The senses I’m left with are indescribable. He hasn’t even reached my mouth yet and I’m ready. For what? I don’t know.

My body has already betrayed me multiple times when Caydon is near. Like, right now. The ache between my legs is telling me to let him in. My mind is telling me that I’m not ready.

At first the kiss, he is hesitant. When Caydon finally touches my lips, I moan in his mouth. Everything he does is slow, sensual, and deliberate. It’s absolutely breathtaking.

I love the way his tongue magically searches my mouth. Our lips brush against one another's so innocently and so tentatively. I’m afraid that the perfection in front of me isn't real. It's like a beautiful dream that I never want to wake up from.

Too fast, he pulls away from me leaving his taste lingering on my lips. He touches his forehead to mine. Our lips are so close to each other but they don’t touch. I feel his sweet breath on my face. His lips gently touch mine again briefly. He is lingering the touch of his lips on mine leaving a hesitation on both parts as they touch. It is as if he is taking the time to memorize the feeling before our lips part.

His hands glide from mine all the way up to my shoulders. He pushes them so my back lands on the softness of the couch. Caydon settles himself between my legs. I use the opportunity to wrap myself around his waist.

His kiss has moved from my lips to my neck. Leisurely, Caydon licks and sucks the skin on my neck waking up every nerve ending I have in that area. Lightly brushing his lips under my ear then down my neck he lets his breath tickle the skin.

By now, he has awakened the frenzy within me. The throbbing between my legs is becoming stronger and stronger.

I want to let him know what he is doing to me but all I can get out is his name. “Caydon.”

His hands guide my back from the couch and he lifts my shirt over my head and unclasps my bra. As my breasts spring free, Caydon presses my back to the cushion again. His tongue is on my neck again gliding down to my chest. Right before he takes my nipple into his mouth, he gazes at me with eyes hooded.

His mouth makes contact with the pink bud. My legs drift around his hips to grind up against him. I’d do anything to get rid of the ache between my legs. Anything. He skims the other breast with his other hand and I feel my body losing it. Between the grinding, sucking, and licking, I just can’t hold on.

Feeling Caydon’s rock hard cock against me isn’t helping matters. I imagine what he would feel like inside of me and I whimper in short breaths. His tongue leaves my breast and travels down to my navel.

Where the hell is going with this?

Right before his tongue his the top of my jeans, he looks up and gives me a wicked grin. His warm fingers unbutton my jeans. Quickly, my jeans and underwear are discarded and Caydon is back between my legs again. Hurriedly, he gives me a quick peck on my lips. He gives me a lopsided smirk. “I’ll be right back.”

At first, I don’t know what he means because he hasn’t left me. Then, I get it. His head is planted between my legs and he is kissing the inside of my thighs.
Holy fuck.

I’m not really sure what to do, so I grip Caydon’s shoulders. He buries his face between my legs and lightly licks the top of the inside of my legs. I shout out, “Oh!”

I feel the vibrations of Caydon’s chuckle on his shoulders. I think he may have said, “Yeah, that’s what I was looking for.” But I’m not so sure because the sensations below are so intense that I can’t make sense of any words.

His tongue moves from the bud and I almost yank his head back to that spot. It’s okay because where he puts his tongue next is just as good. I feel him driving into my core as if he is actually fucking me.

I gasp and pant as works me with his mouth. I don’t know what is getting me off more…what he is doing to me, or is it the fact that he is enjoying every minute of it? “You taste so fucking good,” he muffles out.

“Uh huh.” I gasp for air.
What did he say?

Then I feel it…the climbing burn. I’m going to come. And I do. Hard. So hard, that I tug at Caydon’s hair pushing him into where I need…yes, need…him the most.

I’m not sure when I come back down. When I come to, Caydon’s mouth is back on my chest. This time, he is the one breathless.

Caydon has made me feel like shit. However, he also has given me a taste of heaven on three occasions now. His eyes are partly hidden under his lashes. I tilt his chin up so he can see me. “I’ve decided that I don’t hate your mouth anymore. We made up,” I joke.

Caydon lets out a husky snicker. “I’m so glad my mouth’s apology is up to par.”

I feel Caydon’s cock against my naked leg. It’s so hard. He needs a release too.

I’m hesitant to begin something I have no idea how to finish. Here goes nothing.

This time, I initiate the kiss. Caydon growls into my mouth. My hands reach under his t-shirt to remove it from his body. He’s eager to get it off. My nails delicately scratch his bare back. He pulls away. “You’re fucking killing me right now.”

I move my hand to the front of his jeans and unbutton the top button. Leisurely, I unzip the zipper. My hands slide to the inside of his boxers. I stop. “I want these off. Now,” I order.

Caydon doesn’t waste a second. His pants and he is back on top of me. I can see him thinking. “What?”

“I was just thinking how much I want you. I mean, really fucking want you. But I know you’re a virgin. As much as I want to, I’m not going to take it from you until I know for sure you really want me too.” I begin to say that I want him too, when he puts his finger over my mouth. “Don’t say it. You won’t mean it. Trust me.”

I sulk for a minute or two, but realize that he is right. “Will you let me touch you?”

“Yeah.” His voice is gruff and low.

Naked. Skin to skin. My thoughts are racing. I have to think of what I’m going to do next. I decide to keep it simple. I told Caydon I’m going to touch him. So I do.

I glide my hands up and down his chest then to his back. My right hand sneaks around to the front of him. I grab him and I feel his cock twitch in my hand. Involuntarily, his dick moves back and forth in my hand. I welcome the action knowing I don’t really know what I’m doing.

My hand learns his rhythm and matches his every move. Pretty soon, Caydon is fervently thrusting in my hand. My body is reacting to him again. I let out a throaty moan. Caydon begins biting at my neck and I feel him palm my sex. His finger slides over the bud that made me come undone earlier. In no time, I’m matching Caydon’s movement. His thrusts become quicker, and he slips two fingers inside of me. It doesn’t hurt this time…at all. His fingers are moving at the same pace as his cock.

“Reece, I’m gonna…” His words are cut off with a loud growl. I feel a warm, liquid spill onto the side of my stomach. I barely process what is happening because I’m coming again from Caydon’s fingers moving inside of me.

Nothing is left to purge…words or otherwise. Our breathing is the only sound in the room.

“Did I hurt you this time?” he asks with concern in his voice.

“Not at all.” He takes his discarded shirt and wipes my stomach clean. “Thank you.”

He smirks. “No. Thank you.” He lies beside me pulling a blanket from the top of the couch to cover us.

“Do you want me to go?” I ask.

Caydon looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “No. Why would you ask that?”

“This is new to me. I don’t know what I’m doing,” I answer honestly.

Caydon laughs. “Well, for a newbie, I’d say you are doing just fine.”

I smile back. My eyes become heavy. The rise and fall of Caydon’s chest is lulling me to sleep. I don’t fight it. It feels good to be held…to be cared for.

* * *

I don’t fall asleep right away. In preference to sleep, I choose to watch Reece. Goddamn. She is so picturesque. I could watch her all night.

Holding her gives me just as much satisfaction. It feels peaceful. I haven’t felt like this. Ever. I start to wonder if she feels the same for me.

What I do know is that I’m going to do everything that I can to make her happy. Happiness escaped us our entire lives. We have each other now. I can’t fuck this up. I don’t want to fuck this up.

My hand reaches out to caress her hair. In her sleep, she snuggles closer to my chest. She leaves me for the comfort of sleep. I envy her. I’m left with my chaotic thoughts.

Some people use a mantra or sound to affect their human psyche. Different prayers or chants are used to soothe their nerves or bring them to a place where they are free of fear. I held onto the image of her my whole life. When I felt bad about myself, I’d always think of Reece when she was little. She was my prayer…my mantra.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d ever see her again. I guess someone or something higher than me is listening from above.

Shit. Look at me. I’m a believer.

* * *

The sunlight streams through my window. A naked Reece is still in my arms. I’m soothed back asleep knowing last night wasn’t a dream.

I’m awaken all too soon by forceful knocking. I glance at the clock above my television. It’s nine o’clock in the morning. Who the fuck could it be?

Reece is still out cold. I maneuver myself around her to get up. I quickly grab my jeans from the floor and put them on.

As I stumble to the door, I curse whoever is behind it. “Motherfucker,” I say to myself.

I open the door and once I see who is behind it, I want to shut it right away. Reece’s dad is in the doorway with his gym bag in hand. Fuck me. I forgot that I was working out with him again today.
Shit.
I have to get rid of him before he sees Reece.

“Hey, man. Get your workout clothes on. What? Did you forget?” There is amusement in his voice.
I snort. “Yeah, actually I did.” I look behind me to make sure Reece isn’t visible from the door. Despite how much I love seeing her naked, I do want to make to my twenty-second birthday.

Mark cocks his eyebrow. “No excuses. Go get your stuff. I’ll be waiting in the car.”

I almost got away with it. My plan was to shut the door, get my gym clothes, and tell Reece I’d be back in a little bit. I was going to tell her to stay naked so we could play a little bit.

Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Just as I’m about to close the door, she calls for me. “Caydon?” Her voice is sleepy and soft.

My eyes dart to Mark. I can see by the look on his face that he heard her.
Fuck. I’m dead.

I block the doorway by standing in front of it. Mark uses his massive arm to push the remainder of the door open. He doesn’t ask to get by. A guy his size doesn’t have to.

I’ve never had the urge to run away from a fight. In fact, I always started them. This is a fight I’d bet against myself in a heartbeat. And I want to run away. Fast. Nevertheless, I can’t do that to Reece.

“Mark?” I try to stop him.

He pushes my chest against the doorframe. I’ve never seen anything scarier than a protective father. I’ve never been scared of anything in my life. “Don’t you dare fucking move,” he grunted.

Son of a bitch.

“Reece?” Mark finds Reece lying on my couch covered in only a blanket.

I’m so fucked.

“Daddy?” The look on her face is horrifying.

Mark’s face falls. Yeah, mine would to if I was a father. I wouldn’t want to find my daughter with a guy like me.

I’m not good enough for her.

“Reece’s Pieces,” he hisses.

My head jerks in Reece’s directions. I mouth, ‘Sorry.’

She nods and then focuses on her dad. “Daddy, I’m an adult. Don’t freak out.”

How can anyone possibly be taken seriously as an adult when they still call their parent, ‘Daddy’?

Mark eyeballs me. “I’m gonna kill you.”

“Daddy, be reasonable. Caydon didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t want to do.”

Oh, shit. Shut up, Reece. He doesn’t want to hear that.

“Sir, if I can just sa-.”

Mark cuts me off before I can finish. “Oh. Now I’m sir. It’s been ‘Mark’ all this time. Now that you’re fucking my daughter, I’m ‘sir’?”

I groan.
Did he have to say it like that?

“I’m not.”
Good. Two words. He let you say two whole words.

“It sure as hell looks like you are,” Mark accuses. “Reece, get your clothes on. We’re leaving.”