: Chapter 32
Trapped with Mr. Walker
MARIA: CAN YOU TALK?
Me: Sure, whatâs up?
My phone rings a second later.
âHi.â
âHarley, somethingâs going on.â Mariaâs voice is hushed, and a door closes in the background as though sheâs moved into another room.
âWhat do you mean? Are you okay?â
âIâm fine. But Reed and his campaign manager came over earlier. They disappeared into Griffinâs home office almost two hours ago and havenât come out. I heard Reed. He sounded mad about something.â
My stomach drops to my feet. If theyâre all together there, then surely that can only mean one thing.
He knows.
He knows I lied to him.
âDid you hear what he was saying?â
I pace up and down Suzeâs kitchen, suddenly glad Iâm home alone.
âSomething about how it canât ever be allowed to happen. That he would rather die. God, Harley, it sounds serious. Whatâs he talking about?â
I lean back against the refrigerator and clasp my shaking hand over my mouth. It canât ever be allowed to happen. He would rather DIE?
âNo,â I sob, sliding down to the floor and dropping my head.
Reed knows. He knows about the video, and that theyâre threatening to release it. And he would rather die than ever allow it to be released to the public. What else can he mean? This is exactly what I didnât want to happen. I didnât want him to know about it. Itâs naïve, but I thought Griffin and I could handle it. Griffin is resourceful. I thought he would find someone who could help, and thenâ¦
And then what? Arrest them? Let the police take the video for evidence. Show it to an entire jury at trial? Let the press dissect in minute detail everything that Reed went through that night.
No wonder he sounds mad. Mad and desperate for that not to happen. These peopleâIâm sure itâs more than one from how their message was wordedâthey will stop at nothing to cause him harm. Heâll never agree to their demands. Thatâs why they came to me. But what happens now? If he knows about the video and the blackmail, then what happens now?
I draw in a shaky breath as dizziness threatens to take over my head. I have no idea where to go from here. What the hell do I do?
âHarley, what is it? Iâm worried. Whatâs going on?â
âMaria.â My voice is croaky, and I cough, attempting to clear my throat, but all it does is make it drier and scratchy. âThere are some people who know something that could hurt Reed. Theyâre threatening to share what they have on him unless he acts as their lap dog while heâs mayor. They probably suspected they wouldnât get to him directly, so they came to me. I was the easier target.â I exhale a trembling breath as I lift my head and stare out of the kitchen window at the evening sky.
âYou? Why would they⦠What do they have?â Maria asks, confusion evident in her voice.
âI canât⦠I canât tell you. Itâs not for me to say. Itâs about Reed. He hasnât done anything wrong. Itâs nothing like that. But itâs something that would hurt him if it came out. I didnât know what to do. They were putting pressure on me to persuade him to make certain decisions, to try and influence him. But I couldnât. I canât do that to him. His integrity⦠Everything he stands for is truth and justice, and honestyâ¦â I trail off, unsure of what I can say without betraying him.
âThatâs why you moved out? So you werenât in that position?â
âYes.â I squeeze my eyes shut as tension spreads over my forehead. âI thought⦠I hoped we could fix it, that Reed wouldnât get hurt. I canât see him hurt, Maria,â I whisper as the first hot tear rolls down my cheek.
Her voice softens. âI understand, I do. But, Harley, heâs hurting now. Whatever these people have, is it worse than losing each other?â
I pause to allow her words to sink in.
âYes,â I breathe. âIt is worse. Because Iâm scared that it will take him back to a place where he could lose himself.â
If it were me, I wouldnât be able to handle it. I would shut down.
What if this breaks him?
âIt is worse, Maria,â I say again. âItâs such a mess. I donât see a way out of it. Whatever happens, he loses. We both do. And if this thing does come out⦠Iâm scared what will happen. Iâve seen what can happen to people when theyâre forced through difficult times. Look at my sister, Rose. Sheâs barely living. Sheâs too lost inside of herself. What if that happens to Reed?â My shoulders tremble as I sob.
âOh, Harley.â
I can tell by the waver in Mariaâs voice that sheâs crying. This is what friends do. They feel each otherâs emotions like their own.
âI donât know what to do. Iâm so worried about him.â
âOkay.â Maria takes a steadying breath and exhales it slowly. âWhatever this thing is that they know about Reed, they will never know him as well as you do. They will never see him like you do. You need to talk to him about it. Iâve seen the way he is with you, Harley. I donât think being apart is doing either of you any good.â
âThe second they know weâre back together, the threats will start again.â I screw my eyes shut as tears course faster down my cheeks.
âThen let them start. You said thereâs no way out of this, right? What if you arenât meant to escape it? What if youâre meant to push through it? You might not come out the same as you went in, butââ
âWeâd have each other,â I finish for her.
âExactly.â
âI⦠maybe⦠I just⦠Iâm scared, Maria. Iâm scared of doing the wrong thing and it hurting him more.â I wipe the burning tears from my cheeks as I open my eyes.
âI know, I⦠Wait. Theyâre coming out.â Mariaâs voice drops to a whisper, and I hold my breath as though theyâll hear my breathing through the phone. Which is ridiculous, because if theyâre going to hear anything, itâs my heart banging in my chest like a prisoner trying to escape death row.
âAre theyâ¦?â
âTheyâre leaving,â Maria whispers. âReed and Stuart are leaving, andâ¦â
âSweetheart?â Griffinâs voice calls in the background.
âGriffinâs looking for you. You need to go. I know he probably wonât say anything. Heâs like a vault when it comes to Reed and their friendship, but ifââ
âIf he does, then Iâll call or text straight away.â
âThank you.â My heart slows in my chest as I breathe deeply. âThank you.â
We hang up and I sit on the floor of Suzeâs kitchen, staring out of the window. I donât know how long I stay there before I force myself to my feet and make myself a mug of decaf tea. Itâs not like I need to worry about the caffeine. I wonât sleep. But I do it anyway, knowing I should not put any further obstacles in my path.
Itâs dark by the time I finish it. I dunked a cookie in and only managed to eat half. My appetite has vanished, evaporated into thin air, just like my hopes of finding whoever sent that video. Surely Griffin would have something by now. Or Stuart? Iâm asking so much of them⦠I⦠Realization hits me like a gut punch, stealing the air from my lungs.
Iâm asking so much of them. But what am I doing?
Iâve run to them for help. And Iâve left Reed, thinking it will help in some way. But what am I actually doing?
I sit in the semi-dark of the kitchen and wrack my brains for something, anything, that might be useful. There must be something, however small. A flicker of a memory comes to me, and the silence of the house suddenly feels deafening as it bounces off the walls, growing, until itâs less of a flicker and more like a tiny flame. One that could, just maybe, ignite a fire.
I pull out my cell phone to call Stuart just as thereâs a knock at the door.
âShit.â
I tap out a text message instead, as fast as my fumbling fingers will allow, telling him my idea. Then I put my phone on the hall table and open the front door.
âReâ?â
His name doesnât even have a chance to leave my lips before Reed strides in and backs me up against the wall, crashing his lips onto mine.
I sink into him like itâs the most natural thing in the world to be back in his arms again.
âWhat are you doing here?â I whisper against his mouth as he holds my face between his hands.
âDonât talk. We can talk later. Just give yourself to me, Harls. I need you. I need you more than ever,â he breathes against my lips, and they part for him like heâs uttered a magic password. He slides his tongue in and kisses me until Iâm dizzy.
âWhere are Suze and the kids?â
âSchool thing,â I pant between kisses as I push my fingers into his hair and moan into another kiss heâs giving me. âThey wonât be back for a while.â
âThank you, fucking universe,â he groans as his lips travel down my neck and he pauses to suck the juncture where it meets my shoulder.
âThe doorâs open,â I manage to say as his hands push up the sides of my t-shirt and the pads of his thumbs stroke my ribs, making me gasp and throw my head back. Itâs only been a matter of days since he touched me, but my body is craving him, absorbing his every touch like itâs been starved for eternity.
His lips stay on my neck as he reaches back blindly and slams the front door shut with one hand. Then he drops it to the waistband of my sweatpants and slides inside them, cupping the front of my panties roughly in his palm.
âYouâre soaking,â Reed growls, shifting the wet fabric to one side and sliding his thumb over me.
I arch away from the wall at the sudden contact, which makes my legs threaten to buckle underneath me. All I can do is whimper in response as his thumb circles my already swollen clit.
âHave you been wet for me the whole time weâve been apart, Angel?â
I hum in appreciation as he strokes me, slick arousal spilling from my body to coat his fingers.
âYes,â I whisper, biting my lip as he adds more pressure.
He groans against my mouth.
âTell me⦠have you missed me touching you?â He plunges two fingers inside me, and I cry out, but itâs caught on his lips as he kisses me again and curls his fingers, hitting my G-spot.
âYes,â I whimper as he works me into a frenzy on his hand, rubbing my clit with his palm as he fingers me until Iâm clenching around him and trying to climb up the wall backward as I writhe in his arms.
âSuch a wriggler,â he murmurs, planting his free hand firmly around my neck, pinning me in place.
I gasp against his mouth as he sucks on my bottom lip, nipping it gently between his teeth.
His voice drops. âThe nights without you have been hell.â
His hand flexes against my throat as his fingers delve deeper, causing my eyes to roll back in my head with pleasure. I can sense him watching me, and when I look back into his gaze, itâs fixed on mine with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat.
âThe days, too. But especially the nights. Theyâre so fucking long when all I can think about is being deep inside you.â
âReed,â I moan as a familiar tightening begins gathering strength low in my stomach.
âTell me youâve missed me, Angel. I need to hear you say it,â he utters quietly.
âI have.â
He slides his fingers out and adds another, forcing me to accept them as he holds me still.
I swallow, relishing the resistance my neck meets against his hand. I love this. I love feeling like I belong to him. Relinquishing control to him doesnât make me feel powerless. Itâs the opposite. I feel cherished and adored when he takes command of me like this, struggling to hold himself together. I know he isnât anywhere else right now except firmly in this moment with me. Our eyes lock together as I give my body over to him.
âI have missed you,â I whisper, staring into his darkened eyes. âI never wanted to leave. Iâm so sorrââ
âShh.â He slides his hand down my neck and over my t-shirt, grasping my breast, positioning it so he can dip his head and suck my nipple into his mouth through the fabric.
A moan catches in my throat as he bites.
âIâm going to make you come all over me, Angel. I need to feel you.â
The sound of his zipper hits my ears, and I rest my head against the wall, panting and high with anticipation for what I know is coming. He looks up at me under hooded lids as he sucks my nipple again, making me squirm against him.
I nod, my lips parted, unable to speak properly from how turned on I am. All I manage is a barely-there whisper of âPlease.â
Reed tears my sweatpants and panties down my legs, dropping to his knees to pull them off my feet.
âFuck. Youâre so wet, I can see it on your legs.â He runs a tongue slowly up the inside of my thigh, sucking up my arousal with a tortured groan. âYouâve always tasted like heaven to me, Angel. Fucking heaven.â
Iâm trembling and grabbing fistfuls of his hair as I ache to have his mouth where I want it.
âSuch a pretty pussy,â he murmurs to himself, his voice low and gravelly.
He places his mouth on me, sealing it against my skin, and pleasure explodes instantly, sending shockwaves through my body as he sucks my clit. I crash spectacularly into a giant, shuddering orgasm on his face as my body almost folds in two over him.
âReedâ¦â I cry out, clinging on to his hair with my hands as he keeps sucking, extending my pleasure to the point where my thighs begin to shake around his face.
âMore,â he growls, his tongue moving to rub fast circles over me. âGive me more, Harley!â
He sounds angry, his voice strained, but I barely have time to register it before my first orgasm rolls into another and Iâm forced onto my tiptoes as he pushes his mouth against me.
âGive me fucking more!â he demands again, lifting both of my legs over his shoulders until Iâm sitting on his face.
I straighten my back against the wall so I donât fall on top of him. My heart is racing, and a trickle of sweat runs down between my breasts.
Everything is sensitive.
So sensitive.
âIââ
âDonât you dare say itâs too much. You left me for days.â His voice pitches as though itâs about to break. But he coughs it away and growls again, his hot mouth never leaving my soaking skin. âIâm telling you to come for me again before I fuck you so deep my name will be etched inside your body.â
I shudder at his words and keep my hands in his hair as he parts my thighs wider and presses his tongue inside me, pulling me down onto him and rubbing his face against my skin.
He is literally face-fucking me.
Reed is face-fucking me in Suzeâs hallway.
Iâm powerless to do anything. Heâs got me glued to the wall as his mouth turns me inside out with pleasure.
âReed, pleaseâ¦â
He doesnât answer me with words. Instead, he groans and sucks my clit, shaking his head side to side. The movement, paired with the vibration passing from his lips, is too much. I come again, my muscles spasming in deep waves as I fly back against the wall and cry out. The strength of it so great that my vision blurs and my ears ring.
I can barely comprehend whatâs going on. Everything sounds like Iâm underwater. My feet brush against the ground momentarily, then he lifts me, guiding my legs around his waist.
âHold on, Angel,â he whispers.
I nod mutely as he fills me to the hilt in one determined thrust.
Our lips are parted, our breath tangling together as he forces me to take him, to stretch around him until Iâm quivering in his arms.
âI understand why you left,â he says as he moves inside me, pulling almost all the way out, before driving back in, forcing me against the wall.
âI didnât know what else to do.â My words come out like a plea. A plea to believe me. To understand.
To forgive me.
âI know,â he hisses as he watches my body accepting him with each deep thrust. âYou feel so damn good. So tight.â
He lifts his eyes to mine and the golden flecks adorning the smoky quartz burn brightly. They call to me like a sign.
Another flame.
I have to do whatever it takes to make sure they always burn in his eyes. Heâs too brilliant to ever be lost. To be dimmed.
âI never meant to hurt you.â
His lips claim mine again in a kiss as he thrusts so hard that the hall table begins to rock on its legs and bang against the wall.
âI know.â
âWhat are we going to do?â I suck in a breath as he drives deeper, making me shake around him.
âRight now, weâre going to fuck, Angel. The rest can wait.â
Iâm held tightly and I give myself over to the pleasure of Reed driving into my body, fully suited and smelling incredible. The same warm, forest air scent Iâve always loved. Like adventure and home, all in one. I sink one hand into the thick silky strands at the back of his head, and hold on to his tie with the other, keeping him close as we kiss, gasp, and moan against each otherâs lips.
His thumbs dig into my ass, and his cock swells inside me with that extra hardness that happens before he comes.
âReedâ¦â
âIâm close, Harls. Come with me.â His eyes meet mine for a brief second, the golden streaks flashing when I nod at him.
Reedâs orgasm hits first. His jaw clenches as he glances down at our bodies meeting and then looks back up and into my eyes. Feeling his cock throbbing, knowing that heâs spilling himself inside me, sets mine off, and my mouth falls open as I come around him, my body sucking him in deeper with each contraction.
âFuck,â he hisses, kissing my lips one last time before he buries his head in the crook of my neck and rides the rest of our pleasure out for both of us in deep thrusts.
I stroke his hair, my chest heaving up and down as I try to take in air and slow my pounding heart. I relish the feel of him, buried deep, his body connected with mine. Hot, strong, and big.
Perfect.
âYou put everyone else first. Iâm so in awe of you, Harls.â Reedâs voice drifts over my neck slowly, a soft caress, as he tilts his head and dusts his lips over the dip beneath my ear. âYouâd do anything for me, wouldnât you?â
âFor you, yes,â I whisper, pressing my nose into his hair, content to be held close. To feel his arms around me again. To have his body inside mine again.
To feel his heart thumping in his chest, against me.
âThank you. I know it hasnât been easy for you.â
His lips graze along my jaw, and I allow my eyes to flutter closed, lost in the softness of his kiss.
âItâs been harder for you.â
His shoulders stiffen beneath my arms and his grip on me tightens.
âItâs about to get even worseâ¦â He pauses. âI have to let go, Harley.â
Let go?
âWhat do you mean, let go? Whatâsââ
The sound of voices coming up the path outside makes us freeze.
My eyes pop, panic gripping me. âItâs Suze and the kids,â I hiss.
I push against Reedâs chest so he will put me down, and I scrabble on the floor, grabbing my sweatpants and pulling them on. My panties are twisted and in no fit state to wear. I swing my head around wildly, looking for somewhere to stuff them because my sweatpants have no pockets.
Reed calmly extracts them from my panicked hands and slides them into the pocket of his suit pants. All heâs had to do is zip up his pants and straighten his tie and he looks as good as ever. A vision in a suit that fits every hardened plane of his toned physique like a glove. Even his hair looks good, all sexily mussed up, like heâs stepped out of a high-end salon. I donât need to look in the mirror to know that my cheeks are flushed far too pink, my hair probably resembles a birdâs nest, and my lips are likely a deep pink and swollen from all the kissing.
Suze will take one look at me and know exactly whatâs been going on.
The front door flies opens, and Mason and Emmerson barrel in, dumping their school backpacks on the floor as Suze bustles in behind them, muttering something to herself about schools being assholes.
âHello,â Mason and Emmerson call before they run past us toward the kitchen.
âHello,â Reed answers, his lips twitching as he watches them go, completely unfazed by him being in their hallway.
âTheyâre hungry. Youâre lucky you even got a hello. A grunt would be classed as sophisticated conversation for them at this stage,â Suze says, looking from Reed to me.
Her eyes linger on my face, and I pull my tender bottom lip into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue. I know she can tell that Reed was biting and sucking on it only seconds ago. Suze could be a human lie detector. Maybe itâs a mom thing. She has this skill for knowing when people have been up to something.
My eyes dart to the wall before I can control myself. Suze doesnât miss it and her brows incline subtly as she follows my gaze.
âMom,â a voice screeches from the kitchen. âYou said youâd make us something to eat.â
âIâm coming,â Suze calls back. âShall I make some for you as well, or have you already eaten something?â Her eyes glint as she looks at Reed, whoâs running his thumb over his lips, looking deep in thought.
I wonder if he can still taste me on him.
âMom,â the voice shrieks again.
âI said Iâm coming.â She looks between us one last time, a soft smile spreading over her face. âNice to see you, Reed.â
I wait until sheâs gone before I turn back to him.
âWhat were you going to say before⦠about letting go?â
His eyes widen a fraction, and unease passes over his face, his eyes dimming.
âIâ¦â His brows pull together. âI came here to tell youâ¦.â His eyes meet mine, something in them making me freeze. I focus on him completely, the rest of the world grinding to a stop.
âTell me what?â I whisper.
He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut like itâs physically painful to say whatever it is heâs about to.
âThen I saw you. And I⦠I needed to remember how you felt. I couldnât tell you without feeling you again.â
âTell me what?â I ask again, my eyes frantically searching his before he drops his gaze away. Dread creeps into my veins like a disease, spreading sickness through my body.
He canât even look at me.
Heâs rolling his lips together, his jaw set firm, his eyes staring into the distance like heâs lost somewhere.
âReed?â I beg.
âItâll be okay, youâll see. It has to be this way. Itâs the only answer.â
âWhat do you mean?â I reach for him, but instead of taking me into his arms, they stay fixed by his side. I grip the lapels of his jacket, desperate for him to hold me again, to feel his lips on my skin.
âItâs time for a fresh start, Harls.â
I stare into his eyes and see the shine in them. The emotion. The regret. He looks so deeply into mine that Iâm afraid I will crumble the second he looks away.
Iâm not strong enough.
I want to beg. Fall to my knees and grip him, so he canât walk away.
So he canât leave me.
âNo,â I choke out, my throat suddenly thick as I struggle to swallow.
He looks at me, giving me the softest, most beautiful smile as he traces a thumb down over my cheek.
âIt was never going to last forever, Angel.â
I step back from him, the walls spinning.
âReed, Iââ
âAuntie Lee-Lee!â Emmerson appears next to me, tugging on my arm. âWill you please come and eat with me? I want to tell you about school.â
âEmmerson, I told you to stay in here.â
Suze rushes up the hallway, giving us both an apologetic glance. When I look back at Reed, he has his phone in his hand and is frowning at the screen.
âAre you staying?â Suze asks Reed.
âSorry, no.â He gives her the smile I instantly recognize as his professional one.
His fake one.
âSomethingâs come up at work. I need to go.â He looks at Emmerson, holding my sleeve, then leans in, kissing me next to my ear. âIâll call you,â he whispers.
He shouts goodbye to Mason and says goodbye to Emmerson and Suze, and then heâs gone.
His scent lingers in the hallway, but it grows fainter with each breath I take as I stare at the closed door. Soon it will be gone completely.
Like he was never here.
âCome on.â Emmerson tugs on my arm, looking up at me with big eyes. I take her hand and let her lead me into the kitchen, my feet surprising me with how they manage to move themselves.
Iâm dazed. Dizzy and disorientated, like Iâve been put in the washer on the fastest spin cycle. Ten minutes ago, I was in Reedâs arms. And now heâs gone. And Iâm left with his and Mariaâs words ringing in my ears.
It canât ever be allowed to happen. He would rather die.
âI have to let go, Harley. Itâs time for a fresh start. It was never going to last forever, Angel.â
I sit and force down one bite of grilled cheese sandwich with Suze and the kids. I listen to them tell me about their school meeting and how Mason has been chosen to join the school band.
But I canât taste anything.
My mind keeps wandering.
Back to those words.
âIt was never going to last forever, Angel.â
Nausea builds in my stomach, sloshing the grilled cheese around until all I can do to stop it from reappearing over the floor is sip my glass of water repeatedly.
He never wants that video to be released. He would rather die, just like Maria overheard him say.
A cold, creeping dread scatters up my spine.
What was never going to last forever?
Us?
What if he thinks weâre better off apart now? People canât try and exploit my feelings for him. What if he thinks he canât trust me because I ran and didnât talk to him? He said he understood why I left, but does he? Does he really? Reed has always been about honesty between us. What if he canât forgive me for going to Griffin first instead of him?
What if itâs too much? What if itâs all too much?
Angel.
His name for me has never been so far from the truth.
Angels donât exist in hell. And thatâs where I am now.
Heâs gone.
Heâs really gone.
And whatâs more is that I started this. I left first. I thought I was doing what I had to.
But Iâve just shown him what itâs like to be apart.
And thatâs his âfresh startâ.
Without me.
Tears burn in my eyes, so I make my excuses, thanking Suze for the food, and head to the bathroom. She catches my eye with a worried nod and I know sheâs waiting until the kids are in bed so we can talk. But I donât know what to tell her.
How can I explain what just happened without my soul tearing in two? There are no words to describe how numb and empty I feel.
I asked Reed to make love to me all night when I knew I was leaving.
Tonight was Reed saying goodbye.