Page 1 of Seeking Her Studs
CHAPTER ONE
Blaire
FIVE YEARS EARLIER
I watch the muscles of Reese’s back flex in the rusty mirror as he thrusts into me against the bathroom stall. Pleasure and self-loathing swirl together until I don’t know which one is which anymore.
I dig my nails into his tanned skin and beg him to go harder. I need him to become my whole world at this moment. I want him to make me forget.
Forget Gram’s funeral today.
Forget the call I had with my lawyer.
Forget the emptiness that feels like it will swallow me up most days.
And forget how callous we’re being to his brothers. I swore to myself I wouldn’t get with him again. Not after I’ve been hooking up with his oldest brother Colt all summer. Not after his other brother, Briggs, made me think for a moment last summer that I might deserve love.
But here I am. Reese was here, and the others weren’t. That’s all it took. When you put one Rile brother in front of me, I lose my senses. It just so happens that it doesn’t matter which one. They each have this effect on me. And tonight, I really need to lose my senses.
“You’re distracted,” he growls in my ear, and pulls out of me. “Talk to me.”
I drink him in. His body is chiseled and sun-kissed from his hard work on his family’s ranch. His brown hair has streaks of gold, the kind I would pay a hefty sum to get from a stylist, and it still wouldn’t look near as good. He’s young, wild, rough, and nothing like the guys in Los Angeles. And he has everything in front of him. All three of the Rile brothers do. They will take over the family ranch one day and settle down with good women and enjoy the peaceful life of Solace Springs. As long as I don’t keep coming into town to muddy these waters.
His cock throbs between us, slick and beautiful.
Sex, Blaire. I remind myself. It’s just sex. With all three of them, it’s always been. That’s what you have in common.
I walk over to the porcelain sink and look at myself in the mirror. The least I can do is face my decisions head on. I lift my dress up from behind, my panties already long gone, and I bend over. All will be okay when he’s inside me again.
“I’m not locked away in some grungy bar bathroom to talk, Reese,” I say.
He looks me up and down, from my heels to my bare ass exposed for him.
“Now, are you going to play with my clit or do I need to do that, too?” I double down. He needs to know what this is. It’s sex, and it’s nothing else.
“With a mouth like that, I’m not sure you deserve much more than my cock,” he says, snapping into our familiar game instead of walking out like he should.
He lines his tip along my entrance. “Or if you deserve my cock at all.”
He teases me, rubbing his velvety head up and down in frustratingly slow strokes.
I scowl at him in the mirror. His boyish grin is locked far away now and instead replaced by something darker, something closer to resentment and lust, all mixed up in one. Yeah, buddy, I can relate.
“Reese,” I roll my eyes at his threat.
“Just ask nicely, and I’ll give you what you want, Hollywood.” He says, enjoying the game even more now.
“How about,” I say slowly as his tip just barely dips into my entrance. I push myself backward, filling myself with him. Then I reach down, lifting the fabric of my dress until I find my clit and touch myself how I like it. “I just do it myself,” I say.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath as I slide back and forth on him.
Victory and pleasure well up in me.
He knocks my hand away and takes my clit for himself, swirling in a frantic rhythm. No matter how complicated our dynamic is, one thing will always be true. And that’s how good he makes me feel. The man knows how to make love and his body was built for it.
“Blaire,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “Fuck you feel so good, Blaire.”
Hearing the pleasure in his voice breaks open my own. I fall forward, my hands catching the mirror as my head falls slack. I feel Reese go deeper and my orgasm breaks open, wild and all-consuming.