Sweet Possession

“Yeah, I just talked to Reese. I’m exhausted. I’m just gonna turn in for the night.”


“Good idea,” she says through a mischievous grin. “You’ll need your energy for tomorrow.” She closes the door after giving me a quick wink, and I pull the covers up around me.

Tomorrow.

My bachelorette party.

Juls and Joey have been whispering all over the shop the past two days, secretly planning my last hoorah. I know I’m going to be dragged to some strip club against my will. Joey is insistent on male nudity happening, that I know for sure. In all honestly, I’d much rather just go dancing at a club like Juls did for hers. I don’t need to celebrate my remaining days as a single woman with greased-up men grinding on a stage. I’m dick-set for life. I don’t need to look at other options.

Goddamn it, Billy. Propose to your boy already so he can worry about his own bachelorette party.





I feel him, his mouth, his hands, his everything on me and I’m immediately pulled from my dream. Slowly opening my eyes, I see Reese on top of me, trailing kisses below my breasts and running his hands up my thighs. His wild hair is perfectly disheveled, sticking out every which way and brushing softly against my skin. He quickly removes my T-shirt and panties and tosses them off the bed.

“Mmm. I love waking up like this.” I feel his lips curl up against me as he trails lower. Nibbling at my hip bones, his teeth graze along my skin and I squirm underneath him. I glance to my right, seeing the time on the alarm clock. “Did you just get here?”

“Yeah.” His lips brush along my ribs while his hands mold over my breasts. “I know it’s late. And if you’re too tired…”

Yeah, right. Like I would ever object to this.

Reaching down, I grip his shoulders and pull him up to me, bringing his face to mine. “I don’t care what time it is; you always have my permission to wake me up.” I lift my head and brush my lips softly against his, tasting his minty flavor. “Thank you for my note and my song. Let’s go get married right now.”

He laughs against my mouth, the gentle pressure turning urgent. I’m silenced, as I always am when he kisses me this way, and I really couldn’t care less. Opening for him, we move our tongues against each other’s, stroking and savoring as my fingers tangle in his hair. His hands move all over my body, touching and caressing every inch of me with his calloused palms. I moan softly as he teases my breasts, pulling and pinching my nipples in the way I like. My need for him builds quickly, and I reach down between us and grip his length in my hand. “Hard day?” I ask playfully.

He groans deeply before he answers. “Hardest. I hate being away from you.”

“We’re always apart on Fridays for work.” I slowly stroke his length, feeling him thicken even more in my hand.

“I know. This just felt different.”

My heart constricts at his words, knowing exactly how he feels. Even though we’re used to some distance, this did feel different somehow. Maybe it’s because he’s so close to becoming officially mine, or maybe it’s because I’ve been stressed to the max lately. Either way, I’m not a fan of being away from this man; where he goes, I go.

“Reese,” I whisper across his lips, hearing his breath hitch at the sound of his name.

“I need you,” he proclaims, thrusting forward and entering me in one quick push. I gasp with him, pulling my legs up and wrapping them firmly around his hips. He moves fast and hard, plunging deep then deeper into me. My eyes are locked onto his as he holds himself above me, lunging forward in his perfect rhythm. He whispers his sweet words to me between each drive.

“It’s like Heaven being in you. Tell me you’re mine, Dylan.”

“I’m yours. I always have been.”