Chapter 50: Reid—get the fuck out!

​Ten minutes later, the timer buzzed. I carefully pulled the bubbling beef casserole out of the oven, the rich, savory aroma immediately blanketing the kitchen.

I scooped two generous portions into bowls, grabbed a pair of forks, and carried them over to the coffee table.

​Reid didn’t wait for an invitation. He leaned forward, digging his fork into the hot dish and taking a big bite. He chewed slowly, his smoky grey eyes widening just a fraction before a lazy, appreciative grin broke across his face.

​"Alright, Cap," he murmured, pointing his fork at me. "I’ll give it to you. This is damn great. Better than the chefs my old man keeps on retainer."

​"Just eat," I muttered, sitting on the opposite end of the couch and carefully navigating my own bowl around my aching ribs.

​We ate in a surprisingly comfortable silence, the sports broadcast playing softly in the background until both bowls were completely cleared.

I set my fork down, leaning back against the cushions as I fixed him with a firm, captain-like stare.

​"Now that you’ve had your casserole, can you leave?" I asked bluntly.

​Reid let out a sudden, boisterous laugh, tossing his head back against the sofa. "No way, Cap. Not a chance."

​I frowned, my jaw clenching. "Why the hell not?"

​"Think about it," Reid smirked, leaning closer and tilting his head with that signature, snobbish arrogance. "How am I supposed to face the Coach and the rest of the team on Monday if I don’t take care of you to the end? Russo will never let me hear the end of it if I abandon my poor, injured Captain after just one meal."

​A sharp wave of irritation flashed through me. I stared at his smug face, completely irked, while a venomous thought echoed behind my teeth.

​You weren’t taking care of me to begin with. You were fucking me, you brat.

​"I don’t need a nursemaid, McCoy," I gritted out instead, keeping the raw truth locked down. "I’m perfectly fine on my own now."

​"Too bad," Reid chuckled, completely unbothered as he crossed his arms and got even more comfortable on my leather cushions. "You’re stuck with me for the rest of the weekend, Evans."

Son of a gun!

​And that was exactly how I ended up stuck with Reid for the rest of the weekend. He was a complete menace. For the next few hours, I had to keep my guard up at every single turn, constantly on watch in case he tried to grab my ass or pull me into his lap.

He had absolutely no sense of decency whatsoever, lying comfortably in my bed like he owned the place and shamelessly inviting me to join him under the sheets or in the shower at the most random intervals.

Every chance he got, it felt like he was looking for a way to defile me all over again.

​And I managed to evade him. That is, until he caught me.

​I was in the middle of a hot shower, letting the steaming water beat down against my sore back and my bruised ribs. I was completely sure that I had locked the bathroom door behind me, but somehow, the lock had clicked open, and the door slid back with a sudden, agonizingly familiar sound.

​I turned around, my hands instantly flying up to cover myself as the thick, heavy steam parted to reveal Reid standing right there in the doorway, completely stripped down and wearing that signature, snobbish smirk.

​"I was thinking, Cap," he made a snarky remark, his smoky grey eyes trailing lazily down my wet, dripping body.

​"Reid—get the fuck out!" I yelled, but the words drowned under the rush of the water.

​I felt my heart violently thumping against my ribs, the rapid beat echoing all the way to my throat, the closer he got. I wanted to scream again, to tell him to back off, but he had already closed the space between us.

Before I could even twist away, his hand securely wrapped around my waist, his fingers digging into my skin with an unyielding pressure that pinned my back right against his broad, solid chest.

​The boiling spray of the shower hit his shoulders, but he didn’t care. He leaned his head down, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear as his hot, ragged breath mixed with the rising steam.

​"Shower sex would feel so fucking great," he whispered, his voice a dark, gravelly vibration that sent an immediate, violent shiver straight down to my knees.

This guy... Does he not know when to stop?

​"Reid, I swear to god—" I choked out, my hands blindly reaching back to push at his iron forearms.

​But my body was already reacting to him, and I could feel his thick, hard cock pressed firmly against the crease of my ass.

You’ve got to be kidding me. He was like a horny teenager, always so horny, always looking to put his cock into a hole.

The sheer, shameless persistence of this rookie was driving me completely insane. He didn’t care about the rules, he didn’t care about my boundaries, and he certainly didn’t care that my left side was still throbbing with a dull ache.

​"Stop moving, Cap," Reid grunted, his grip on my waist tightening just enough to completely immobilize my hips.

He didn’t force his way inside me right away; instead, he used his fingers to map out my wet entrance under the running water, tracing the outer rim with a maddening, slow friction that made a pathetic whimper catch in my throat.

"If you keep thrashing around like that, I’m going to accidentally hit your bad rib, and then you’ll have a real reason to cry."

​"Then let go of me!" I hissed, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the slippery chrome shower handle for balance.

The steam was filling my lungs, suffocating my logic, and making my inner Omega practically beg to be pinned against the tiles.

​"No can do," he murmured, his teeth grazing the wet skin of my shoulder, deliberately avoiding the patch but leaving a burning trail of static across my nerves. "I told you I was going to take care of you till the end of the weekend. This is just part of the therapy."