Sal, Chi Chi, Clare, and Dustin joined us for pizza. If I thought Reed was a little boy when playing with Jon and Bitsy, he took it to an entirely different level with his friends. It was worse than playing horse on Reed's basketball court. The guys were ruthless unless Bitsy was in a game. It didn't matter what they played; if she was in it, she won. Jon had to fight for every inch because they treated him as an equal, and I figured it was a man thing.

We made it back to the hotel late. Reed helped me tuck Bitsy in, said goodnight to Jon, kissed me on the cheek, and walked to the front door. I stood in confused silence. He was leaving me alone again tonight. Jon watched me with an evil grin as I stormed into my room. If it wasn't for my exhaustion after two nights of no sleep, I don't think I would have passed out the way I did.

Bitsy landed on my bed the following morning dressed in a different Disney shirt ready to hit the amusement park. I showered and walked out to a full breakfast laid out on the table. Reed was waiting almost as impatiently as Bitsy was. He kept her occupied while I ate. She was bouncing off the walls in excitement, and how could I not smile?

I can't even describe our day. Magical, draining, and absolutely perfect. Reed held my hand, touched me every chance he got, and acted like all was right with our world. The park was too much for only one day, and Jon and Bitsy wanted to go to Epcot later in the week. They both refused to miss any of Reed's games.

I couldn't have been more shocked when I found Chi Chi and Sal waiting in our suite when we returned.

"Pack a bag quickly. You and I have another room for the night and we're spending tomorrow alone together," Reed whispered in my ear.

I think my heart stopped for a moment.

"I'll help," Chi Chi said.

She followed me into the room and surprised me by closing the door.

"I don't know how your man did it, but he finagled himself out of practice tomorrow. I'm staying with Jon and Bitsy and we'll have a great day. Don't worry about them, fix the problem, and get your happy back."

My hands trembled as I put a few things in my carry-on bag. I was unable to speak because I knew I would cry. Chi Chi didn't say anything else, but gave me a big hug before we left the room. I said my goodbyes and walked out of the suite with Reed. He took my bag, looped his arm around my shoulder, and steered me to the elevator.

The room he reserved for us was at the end of the hall on the tenth floor. It was small; most of the room was taken up with a king size bed. It had a small settee in front of the windows with comfortable chairs, but little else except the bathroom.

"I swore I wasn't doing this until after we talked, but I can't help myself."

I turned toward Reed's husky voice, and he kissed me. His lips possessed mine, his tongue dominated, and he let me know I was still his. Every part of me came alive. I didn't want him to ever stop. He pushed me back until my legs hit the bed and then he was on top of me, his body pushing mine into the mattress.

"Fuck," he said when he finally pulled away.

Our breathing was erratic, but I wanted his mouth back on mine. "Don't stop, please, Reed," I begged.

He rolled completely off me so we lay side by side, both of us breathing loudly. "We need to talk, Jaycee. We need to work this out in your mind. I want you so bad it hurts."

I turned to my side and ran my fingers over the front of his pants along the thickness of his cock.

"No." He grabbed my hand and lifted it to his chest. "Here." He placed my palm over his heart. "This is where it hurts the most. Lie back, baby, and talk to me. If you're touching me, I can't concentrate."

I did as he said, tucking my hand back to my side. "I don't know what to say, Reed."

"It's okay. I have things to say, things I want you to know."

I was willing to listen, so I waited for him to begin.

His deep voice was whisper soft while he spoke, "Maggie was my nanny, and she raised me. My mom wanted me out of sight as much as possible. My earliest memories are of my dad or Maggie, never my mother. When I was five, my dad took me fishing. We had a blast. My dad dropped me at the front door so I could run and take a shower. My mom was sitting on the couch with two of her friends, at least I think they were friends."

Reed stopped speaking for a moment and cleared his throat before continuing, "I remember the look she gave me. Disgust, anger, and even at five years old I knew she resented me because I didn't fit her definition of a proper wealthy kid. I will never forget what she said, 'Go see your mother in the kitchen and remember to use the proper entrance next time.' I walked toward the kitchen and heard one of the ladies say they thought I was hers. 'Oh dear, no. My son's away at boarding school. That one belongs to the maid. My husband is a little too informal with her, but after our tea, I will make sure she keeps her son out of the front part of the house.' For the first time in my life, I realized my mom didn't love me."

Reed interlaced his fingers with mine as he brought my hand to his lips. "I wanted a family. I wanted more sisters and brothers. I wanted my mom to love me, and my father to be a bigger part of my life. I know he tried, but my mother was impossible and he wasn't strong enough to stand up to her, even for me."

He spoke with his warm breath running over my fingers. I closed my eyes, fighting back tears.

"I want your family, baby. The one you built and hold onto with everything you've got. I want Jon and Bitsy to be part of me. But I also want you. I want to watch you finish college and go on to take the world by storm. When you're ready, I want you to have my babies and add to our family. I don't care about social status or how different our worlds are. I want you to make my world yours. Or, I'm willing to live with you, Jon, and Bitsy in your trailer and become part of your world. I'll give up baseball if it means keeping you."

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. My vision blurred because I couldn't hold back my tears. "I love you, Reed."

"I know, baby. Will you marry me?" He didn't roll my way or touch me except for my hand, which he squeezed just a little.

We lay there staring upward, our breathing steady in the quiet room. I never imagined it would be like this.

His voice broke into my thoughts. "I want to adopt Jon and Bitsy. I don't want you to ever worry about them being taken away. I don't want surprise home visits or you upset because I want to buy them something."

The tears were running down my face, into my ears and onto the bed. I took a breath, but still couldn't talk.

"No one could ever love you more than I do. Say yes, and I'll prove it until the day I die."

"Yes." It was only a whisper.

I expected him to finally pull me into his arms, but he didn't. "Do you think Jon and Bitsy will accept me too?"

"They love you."

"I love them."

"Are you going to kiss me, Reed?"

"Maybe."

A bubble of laughter came up from my chest and I decided I could hasten the inevitable. With my other hand, I ran my fingers over my abs, which were bare because my t-shirt pulled up slightly when Reed first lay me back on the bed. I skimmed past the waistband of my jeans and down between my legs.

"What are you doing, baby?" There was humor in his voice.

"Taking care of my needs because my fiancé won't do it."

"Oh, don't worry; he's going to do it. Are you wet?"

"Sopping."

He laughed full out. "What does it feel like?"

This was exactly like our phone sex. "Warm." I sucked in a breath. "Needy." I licked my lips. "Desperate."

He released my hand. "Unsnap your jeans."

I did. "What now?" I asked.

"Lift your hips and slowly push them down. Your panties too. I want you completely bare."

I silently followed his directions.

"Now your shirt and bra, all the way off."

I dropped my clothes over the side of the bed.

"Cup your breasts for me, baby, and pinch your nipples."

I couldn't help the slight moan I made when I did what he said.

His breathing was ragged. "How do they feel?"

"Achy," I said on a sigh.

He suddenly got off the bed and disposed of his clothes. We were both sweaty from our day in the sun, but it didn't matter. His unique scent was only stronger, calling to me louder.

"You're beautiful," he said before moving over me.

"So are you." They were the last words I muttered, because he finally kissed me.

I ran my hands over his shoulders, his back, and down to his waist. He used his knees to nudge my legs apart. Before I could take another breath, he filled me, slow and deep until every inch of him was sheathed inside of me. He rolled over, bringing me on top, but never stopped the kiss. He took my hips in his strong hands and moved me up and down over his length, my jellied legs on the outside of his. His cock hit just the right spot, the sweet spot. He continued the same steady rhythm, pushing me on and off his cock without ever completely withdrawing. I needed more and tried to speak, but his mouth wouldn't allow speech. I was on the edge, so close, but needed more to cross over.

He suddenly stopped, holding me away, and tore his mouth from mine. His eyes were so intense I had trouble breathing. "Do you love me, baby?"

He was trying to kill me. "Yes."

His face was inches from mine, his breath against my lips. "Yes what?"

"Yes, I love you."

"I know."

He slammed me down on his cock and I cried out. He no longer went slowly, but held me so I couldn't do anything but take what he gave. This was my dominant Reed. The man who gave my body everything it needed.

"Come now, baby," he commanded.

I closed my eyes and let the shock waves crash. He rolled us again and continued pounding into me until he gave his own shout.

We fell asleep with him buried deep inside my body.