NSFW – Sexual Situations and partial nudity
There were only two days left until everyone returned from Paris and Reagan was feeling sadder than ever. Leaving that prison was one of the hardest things she had ever done. Then having to go straight to their grandparents house nearly did her in. Reagan had come so close to telling her grandmother the truth, and would have except she began to take her father’s side. She felt like she had no one to confide in.
Ryan had left for basketball practice with the team and she didn’t want to tag along. Conversely, she didn’t want to be alone, so she called Link. When he eagerly agreed to come see her, it made her smile.
Thirty minutes later the bell rang. She let Link in and he greeted her with a hug and kiss. She already felt better. “Do you want to go get ice cream or a coffee?” he asked when he released her.
He was being so sweet and Reagan couldn’t help but return his smile. “Not really. I kinda thought we could just hang out here and watch a movie.”
“Sure,” he agreed easily, “Any particular one?”
“Don’t know. Let’s go see what we can find.”
They settled on a horror movie and sat on the couch together. When Link put his arm around her, she gratefully snuggled into his embrace. This was exactly what she needed. She felt wanted and desired.
When a scary part came on she jumped and hid her head in Link’s chest. He laughed at her, so she playfully swatted him in retribution.
The swat turned into a tickling, wrestling match. They wound up on the floor with Link on top holding her hands over her head. “Give yet?” he asked grinning.
“Never!” she said and started wiggling to get away.
“Reagan….” said Link, his voice a husky whisper, right before he kissed her.
Reagan let him kiss her and when he let his guard down she jumped up. “Ha! Now you gotta catch me!” she said, laughing at a stunned Link.
“You cheated! Now you will paaaaay!” he growled out in a low evil voice, as he got up to chase her.
She screamed and ran up the stairs, Link close behind. He caught up with her right before she made it to her bedroom door and grabbed her arm.
“Fine. You win! I give!” she said with urgency so he wouldn’t tickle her again.
Link eyed the door. “Is that your room? Can I look?”
“Um…I don’t know,” she stammered as she tried to think if there was anything embarrassing she didn’t want him to see.
“You have a secret shrine to me in there or something?” he asked with a salacious grin.
Reagan laughed. “No…it’s just … pink.”
“Let me see,” he said and reached around her pushed open the door. “OH MY GOD!” he screamed when he walked inside.
Reagan’s heart stopped. “What?”
He turned and looked at her laughing… “It’s a bedroom! With … a BED!”
“That’s not funny! You scared me!”
“Sorry…” he said pulling her backwards into her room and towards her bed. “Since I win, I want my prize.” He plopped down onto her bed pulling her down on top of him.
He kissed her softly. “Mmmm. Nice prize,” he said.
“Maaaaybe…” she said as a challenge.
“Maybe? I’ll show you maybe!” He kissed her again and this time things quickly became heated. He began to lift her shirt and she pushed away from him. “What?” he asked, his frustration evident.
She didn’t know what her problem was. She had lost Camden when she refused him. Link was being sweet and funny, not pushy like Camden, plus she really liked him. Maybe they would stop before they actually went all the way.
When she didn’t answer, Link asked, “You okay? Do you want me to stop?”
Do I? she wondered, and began to reason with herself. If they did, he might leave and she really needed him to stay. She was enjoying his company. He made her feel wanted. Finally, she said, “No,” and leaned in to kiss him again.
She could feel him relax as he let out a long breath. He sat up on his elbows, surprising her. “Reagan, I really do like you,” he confessed, “A lot.”
“Me too…” she replied.
He chuckled softly. “You like you too?”
She giggled. She knew he wanted her to say it. “I like you too. A lot.”
He kissed her again and it wasn’t long before they were both naked on her bed, and he was rolling on a condom. She caught her breath at what was getting ready to happen. She decided she wouldn’t deny him. She needed him.
Afterwards, as Link held her and she listened to his heart pounding in his chest, she worked hard not to cry. She had wanted Archer and she got Link. Link wasn’t as experienced as Archer, and he rushed things too much. It made her long for Archer’s touch and the feel of his large body on top of hers.
As Link stroked her hair, she felt guilty for thinking of Archer. Link was sweet and they had fun, but Archer made her feel worshiped. Link said he liked her, but Archer said he loved her, even told her father the same thing. She groaned for not being able to concentrate on the sweet guy whose heart was racing wildly next to her.
“That bad?” he asked with a little snort.
Crap…she had groaned out loud. “No…it was.. you were fine. I just remembered that my folks are coming home in two days.”
“Oh. So, just fine?” he asked and waggled his eyebrows, “maybe we need to practice more. Practice makes perfect, or so I’ve heard.”
She laughed softly at his quip, wondering if there would be a second time. “Ryan will be home shortly,” she said, “We should get up.”
“Yes. About that. Don’t tell Ryan. Okay?”
Stupid brother. “Ryan has promised to stay out of my business. No worries. I don’t go around telling him the intimate details of my dates anyway.”
After they got dressed, Link pulled her back down on the bed next to him. “Reagan. I know we’ve been hanging out together, but I want to be exclusive. I don’t want you to date anyone else, and I don’t want to either.”
“Oh…well…I…okay,” she stammered. She wasn’t sure, and he wanted a commitment.
“Try to tone down the excitement,” he said dryly, “I just thought after what just happened, you would feel better knowing that I don’t want to be with anyone else.”
Now she really felt terrible about thinking of Archer. “Noooo. Link, I guess I was just surprised is all. In my mind we already were already sort of exclusive. But…were you waiting for this?”
“Of course not…but since we sorta took the next step, it just seemed like I needed to say it. To make it official. I’m sorry. I’m making this weird.”
God, was she really like her father? She grabbed Link’s hand. “It’s very sweet, not weird at all. Come on, let’s raid the freezer for ice cream before Ryan gets here and takes it all.”
Two days later……
The front door opened and Connie came running in ahead of the others, pulling her pink suitcase and babbling to Reagan about seeing the ‘Fiffel’ Tower.
“You mean Eiffel Tower,” corrected Reagan. She couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm.
“Yes! That’s what I said! Fiffel Tower! It was huge and we went inside of it!” She spread her arms out wide to illustrate.
Her father came in next pulling a suitcase. He put it down and went to hug Reagan. “How were things here? Where’s your brother?”
Reagan involuntarily stiffened in his embrace. “Everything okay?” he asked.
No. I got caught having a party, saw my mother in prison, almost told Grandma about it and then had sex with my boyfriend while thinking about another guy and told him we were exclusive. Everything’s lovely, she thought but said, “Yes. Sorry. Everything’s fine. Ryan should be down. He’s upstairs.”
“I talked to my Mom on the way in from the airport. She said you and Ryan had dinner with them. I’m glad you guys went over to to visit.”
“Uh, we didn’t have a choice, but it was nice,” said Reagan while hoping her grandmother didn’t tell him about her talking about her mother.
“Ryan!” said Cole enthusiastically when he came down the stairs, “How did practice and the games go? Any scouts?”
“It was good,” said Ryan, “There were some scouts and they talked to the coach about me.”
“That’s awesome. Would you mind helping Dannie and Taylor with the rest of the bags please?”
Reagan’s mouth dropped open as Ryan’s shoulders slumped slightly and he turned to do as he was asked without a word. That’s it? thought Reagan. ‘That’s awesome?’ It had been freaking nerve wracking for him and her father didn’t even bother to ask what colleges the coaches were from. She was royally pissed.
Dannie and Taylor came in laughing and talking about the food in Paris. A knot formed in Reagan’s stomach watching them talking so animatedly with each other, when her own mother was locked up and she couldn’t even freely talk to her. She turned to leave the room before she said anything that got her in trouble.
“Reagan, come here,” said her father, “I want to talk to you about a few things.”
Reagan’s heart sank. Her grandmother must have told him. She reluctantly followed him into the study. She hated that room with it’s stupid red furniture.
“I missed you,” said her father when they sat down, “Mom said she thought maybe you missed everyone too. What did you guys do while we were gone?”
“Why? What did Grandma say?” she asked, her heart in her throat.
“Nothing. Just that you seemed upset. Did something happen?”
“No Dad. Nothing happened.”
“Reagan, something’s wrong. Why won’t you tell me what it is?”
Reagan knew her grandmother ratted her out and felt betrayed. She loved her grandparents and now, they were no longer on her side. “I want to see Mother,” she mumbled, afraid to say it loudly.
Her dad’s expression hardened and he closed his eyes for a minute before responding. When he finally looked at her he said simply, but firmly “No.”
Hot tears formed and Reagan got up to leave. She knew he would forbid it. Her mother was right.
“Reagan, don’t walk off from me,” he said in the same pained voice, “You don’t understand.”
She turned around to face him. “No I don’t! So, can I see her?” she asked, the beginnings of hope blooming in her chest.
He shook his head slowly, his brow furrowed. “Reagan, I just can’t see anything good coming out of it. What do you expect to gain?”
“A relationship with my mother,” said Reagan as tears once again formed and threatened to fall.
“Why?’ asked Cole, his frustration evident, “She’s just the woman that gave birth to you. She doesn’t deserve to be called your mother. Dannie has been so much more of a mother to you and Ryan than she ever even pretended to be.”
Reagan was pissed. “I know she made mistakes. But so did you! What gives you the right to make your mistakes okay and hers a criminal offense!”
“Reagan…it’s complicated. It’s more than infidelity.”
“Says who?” challenged Reagan.
“Reagan…maybe we should see a counselor again,” suggested Cole, “This is obviously weighing on you.”
“No! I want to see my mother, not some counselor!”
Cole let out a frustrated breath. “I can’t allow it. She’s not right baby. Besides, I’m sure she doesn’t want to see you. She’s never once asked to see either of you in all this time.”
“Because you took her rights away!”
“She did that herself Reagan, not me.”
“I don’t believe you,” shot back Reagan glaring at her father.
Her dad’s expression went from one of pained understanding to rage. “That’s enough! I would never, ever lie to you. I love and your brother and sisters with all of my being and would never do anything to hurt any of you. I just want to keep you safe.”
“I don’t need you to keep me safe! All you’ve done is hurt me!” exclaimed Reagan, her hurt rolling down her cheeks in wet streaks.
“I’m your father! I love you! I’m not the one that did this! Why is that so hard to believe?” Cole was now yelling back at her.
“So then why is it hard for you to believe my mother loves me too?!” she challenged.
“Because I know her!” he growled out through gritted teeth, “I know what she did and why! You don’t! She doesn’t love you – she only loves herself!” His disgust with her mother was evident in the way he spit out the last words.
“You’re wrong!!!” screamed Reagan and ran out of the room. She could hear her father calling out to her through his sobs and it almost made her want to turn around and go back to him. But she couldn’t. It wouldn’t change anything. He would just think he won, and still not let her go. Maybe this way, he’d change his mind. Maybe. But she knew, probably not.