Free Reeve (The Phoenix Boys #3) by Amy Davies Page A

until the baby is born.
    Leah moans my name in her sleep, bringing me back to the fact that I am sleeping in her bed without Skeet; where the hell is he? I am sure the three of us went to bed together last night even though nothing happened, we just ‘cwtched up’, as Lipsy says,  what the Welsh call hugs and cuddling. She is wearing a green camisole and green and white striped bed shorts, the sheet has slipped to her mid-thigh and her ass looks amazing. I go to touch her ass when my phone beeps, alerting me that I have a text. I lie on my back and pick my phone up off the bedside table; Skeet has sent me a text, so I swipe my thumb across the screen to see what the guy wants.
    Skeet: Had to leave, got called into work. Give our girl a kiss from me. Do me a favor…talk to her about EVERYTHING! She needs to know how you feel.
    Me: I was wondering where you were when I woke up. Dude I will do more than kiss our girl ;) I will see what I can do. Later
    Skeet: She needs to know, Reeve. Tell her!!!!!
    Me: Catch you later
    I place my phone back on the bedside table and turn back to my girl. I honestly don’t know how I am going to tell her the things I am feeling. My head and heart seem to battle most days since Lipsy turned up. I know that I cause some battles in her as well; she has told me often enough about the way the pricks treated her back home in South Wales. I know what Skeet is saying is right, she deserves to know why I am the way I am, both my whoring ways and my need to keep women at arm’s length, shit.
    I turn over and face Leah and move my body close in behind hers, burying my nose in her hair, smelling her pineapple scent. I place a soft kiss to her bare shoulder and goosebumps cover her skin. My dick twitches as she moans again, is she dreaming of me? Fuck I hope so. I start kissing across her shoulder, moving towards her neck. I sweep away her pink tinted hair off her neck and kiss, nip and suck gently, trying my hardest to wake her up. Lipsy stirs next to me as I suck on her neck and then lick the same place.
    “That’s a lovely way to wake up in the morning. Bore da, Reeve,” she says. I now know that ‘Bore da’ is ‘Good morning’ in Welsh. God, I love it when she speaks Welsh.
    “Morning Lipsy. You sleep ok?” I ask between kisses.
    “I did, I even dreamt of you. You were doing very naughty things to me, boyo.” She smiles at me as she turns to lie face to face with me. God, she is beautiful. I reach up and tuck some of her hair behind her ear. She has such small, dainty ears. Her skin is more sun kissed since she’s arrived here and it suits her. She catches my hand, bringing it to her mouth and placing a kiss on the inside of my wrist; she has done that a few times now. Her beautiful blue eyes stare into my own green ones. It’s like she can see straight through me and she likes what she sees. I know what Skeet said was right and I need to man the fuck up. I lean forward and kiss her softly, ending the kiss too quickly. I pull back and smile at her before kissing the tip of her nose.
    “You know that I think the world of you, Leah,” she forces a smile but I see her body tense up a little; she nods so I continue, “you have told me all about the insecurities that you have with being with Skeet and me. Well, I have a few of my own.” Taking a deep breath, I shift my body so that I am resting my back against the headboard. Lipsy moves so that she is facing me, sitting crossed legged at my hip.
    “When my Dad died, I felt that a piece of me went with him. He was always there in our lives, even when he was on tour, and most of the time we went with him. We would have a tutor to come on tour with us, so that the four of us wouldn’t miss out on important school stuff. Ren loved it, me and the boys not so much. When we were on tour, I would see the whole rock and roll package, Leah. The sex, drugs and drinking. Now my Dad and Ricky never cheated on their wives, but that doesn’t mean