His Redemption

by Laney Powell

  Taylor closed her eyes, and her lips curled into a smug smile. “Oh, that sounds… wonderful. I’d like that,” she said, her voice trembling.

  I leaned forward and kissed her. Her hands came to my face again, and the touch of her fingers against my cheek made my cock hard as a rock. I had to fight my caveman urge.

  “My mom is out at bingo tonight,” Taylor said.

  “Are you suggesting we sneak around?” I teased, kissing her and nipping at her bottom lip. I’d seen her nibble on it so much that I had to.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Let’s go. Right now.”

  “What about this?” Taylor looked at the fruit and cheese I’d brought.

  “Who needs food?” I asked. I stood and pulled the four corners of the cloth I’d laid down together, letting everything fall together in a heap.

  “Okay,” Taylor’s face broke into a smile. “Follow me.”

  “Right behind you,” I said.

  This was it. I’d waited, and given Taylor all the time and space she needed, and now, she was inviting me in, inviting me closer. I recognized it as the gift it was even as I couldn’t wait to have her naked and under me. I kept her Suburban right in front of me, feeling my palms sweat on the steering wheel. I wanted to make this right for her, and I wanted her so, so badly.

  She pulled into the driveway of her house, and I parked a little down from the house. At least I wasn’t in one of the ranch trucks. Jesus. There’d be no way to hide that. I was still nervous as I got out of the truck. Taylor was waiting for me in her driveway, and we walked into the house together. I felt like there were eyes watching from behind curtains in all the houses around us, but Taylor didn’t seem bothered. The moment we made it into the house and the door closed, she was in my arms, kissing me as though her life depended on it. I let my hands roam down her body, ending at her ass, which I cupped as I’d wanted to do for ages and ages.

  “My room,” she muttered against my lips.

  We walked into her room awkwardly, kissing as we took each step. Once in her room, she reached behind me and closed the door, breaking away to lock it.

  “Now I can’t get away,” I teased.

  “Do you want to?” She looked up through her lashes.

  “Not a chance in hell.” I gathered her to me and kissed her again, hungrily, letting my tongue thrust into her mouth, insisting she come along with me in this. I wanted her to know it was all right to do whatever she wanted. Well, shit. Maybe I should tell her. “You can do whatever you want to me,” I growled against her lips.

  “Anything?” Her hands moved down my waist, tugging at my shirt.

  I could take a hint. The shirt was gone, on her floor in seconds. Then her hands ran down my jeans, rubbing hard against my cock. I felt it strain against my jeans, but I forced myself to think about medic training, and cleaning latrines, and anything else I could think of to keep myself in control. This was Taylor’s show. She needed to lead the way.

  Her hands found the button on my jeans, and as she undid it, she pulled at the jeans so the zipper parted. My cock was right there, front and center. Her eyes came up to mine, looking at me from beneath her lashes in a flirtatious way, and kneeled down as she tugged on the waistband of my jeans.

  “You don’t have to,” I began.

  “I want to,” Taylor said. “Be quiet.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I said.

  She slid my boxer briefs, and my cock sprang free. Finally it was in close proximity with this woman, the one place it had wanted to be since I’d met her. I prayed to all the gods ever that I didn’t disgrace myself. Taylor scooted closer, taking my cock in her hands. Then she opened her mouth, and I felt her wet warmth around me.

  “Jesus, Taylor,” I groaned.

  I felt a little hum from her that might have been a laugh, and she drew me into her mouth. Cupping her hands around me, she moved her head up and down as she sucked on my cock, occasionally giving a little hum that seemed to vibrate through my entire body. In those moments, all the non sex thoughts in the world didn’t do shit, and I was barely hanging on. She moved faster, taking me deep into her mouth and I felt myself getting closer.

  “Hey, I don’t want to,” I said.

  She stopped what she was doing to look up at me. “We have all night.”

  Oh, Christ on toast.

  Taylor returned to what she was doing, and I could feel her teeth scrape against me. “I dreamed about you doing this,” I said, unable to take my eyes off her.

  “You did?” she looked up again. “What else did you dream?”

  “Can I show you?” I asked.

  She nodded.

  “Then you need to get up.”

  As she stood, I shucked my jeans, shoes and socks. Taylor looked at me like I was a Tootsie Pop and she wanted to get to the center. I couldn’t wait to let her. I meant what I said. Whatever she wanted.

  I lifted her shirt and pulled it off. Then carefully, I undid her bra, feeling a like a giant next to her. She was maybe 5’5 and slender, and I worried that I’d crush her. “You are so beautiful,” I breathed.

  Her nipples were hard, and the sight inflamed me.

  “Look who’s talking,” Taylor said. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. You’re like a sculpture, chiseled and perfect.”

  The thought made a thrill of… pride, or happiness, or something great, race through me. She thought I was beautiful? With all my tats, and my hulking size? “I want to make this good for you,” I whispered.

  “You are,” she said simply.

  “I want to see all of you,” I said.

  Slowly, her hands trembling a little, Taylor slid her leggings down, taking her panties down with them. Her hips were sweetly rounded, and her ass was just as gorgeous as I’d suspected. She was perfect.

  Please, god of all gods, let me make this good for her. Please.

  Chapter Ten

  Taylor

  The way he was looking at me, his eyes hooded, looking down at me, I could feel my body going up in flames. I could see his desire in his eyes, even if his cock wasn’t sticking straight out, bobbing a little. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. And watching him look at me made me wet between my legs. I wanted to cross my arms, cover my breasts, but he’d stood in front of me naked. I could do the same.

  Raif gave me courage.

  “Do you trust me?” Raif asked.

  I nodded. “I do.” After the past month, I knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t hurt me. I think if I hadn’t kissed him, he would have never kissed me. He was waiting for me. I hoped he knew that I was done waiting. If he didn’t, I didn’t know what else I could have done, I thought as I stifled a giggle.

  He picked me up as though I was nothing and laid me on the bed. He stood over me, looking like a god of war, with the mixture of tenderness and hunger in his eyes. It made me writhe a little on the bed, seeing the intensity of his gaze. Then Raif kneeled down on the bed at my feet and ran his hands up my legs. I spread them a little, wanting to urge him on.

  But he wouldn’t be urged. He lifted a foot, and he kissed my ankle. Slowly, deliberately, he kissed up my calf, and then past my knee, moving closer to where I wanted him to be. He kissed my hip, nibbling at it and I arched toward him, wanting him closer. Raif moved to the other hip, sucking along the ridge of my hip. Then with warm breath, he moved to the center of me, between my legs. I let them fall open, wanting to feel his mouth on me. But he didn’t put his lips on me, instead choosing to run his fingers between my folds.

  I arched toward him again, this time without thinking about it.

  Carefully, slowly, he inserted his finger into me, and I felt myself clench around him.

  “You’re so wet,” he murmured.

  I could feel his breath on me, and then his mouth touched my pussy, carefully, almost tentatively. His finger moved in and out, also slowly, and I felt myself wanting to scream. I wanted more. Harder, faster. But I could tell that Raif wasn’t going
to be rushed. His mouth closed upon my clit, sucking at it a little.

  I let out a breathy scream.

  Raif added another finger, curling them up as he thrust within me. I couldn’t hold still, and his other hand curled under me, resting on my hip. He didn’t stop his fingers moving in and out of me, and I could feel myself getting close to coming. Jeez Louise, how long had it been? I felt like a different person.

  His tongue moved around my clit, licking and then sucking and then licking me again. My hands clenched against my blanket and found his head. I ran my hands across his head, loving the short military cut he still had. I held him to me, and as his fingers kept moving, he took my clit in his mouth, and closed his teeth around it as he sucked.

  It was too much. I heard myself yelling, although I had no idea what I’d said. I came so hard that for a moment, I couldn’t see. Raif didn’t stop, but kept moving his fingers in me as he sucked harder on my clit. My head fell back and my hands flew up to grab at the spindles on the headboard.

  “Raif!” I cried out as my orgasm kept ongoing.

  His fingers left me, and then his tongue was inside me, licking me, sucking at me, and it was almost too much. Almost. I felt my orgasm slow, and I let go of the headboard. Raif stilled, and then he leaned his head against my leg.

  I smiled at me. “That was grade A fantastic,” I said.

  “And we still have all night,” he grinned up.

  “Then why don’t you come up here and show me what you got,” I said, laughing a little. “I’m even prepared.”

  Raif pushed himself up on his hands and then looked at me as I finished speaking. “Oh, shit. You are? I didn’t even think about it.”

  “I’ve been thinking about it for the past two weeks,” I confessed.

  “Thank God,” Raif said. “Where are they?”

  I’d hidden the condoms in my bedside table, which also held my childhood diary. As I pointed, Raif leaned over and opened the drawer, taking out the small box. A rip of paper, and then another rip, and he rolled the condom on his cock, which had to be the second best thing I’d seen in ages.

  The first was the way that Raif looked at me. Although it might be the way he looked right now, standing in front of me, cock jutting out proudly, his gaze hungry as his eyes raked over me. He leaned down, covering me with his body, and the feel of his muscles close to me, the hard, raw power of his body as he settled himself between my legs—I felt an answering rush of wetness as his cock nudged against my pussy. I spread my legs, wanting to feel him inside me now, with no further delay.

  He pushed against me, and I felt the power in him again. It was as though he was restraining himself. “Hey,” I whispered, kissing his lips, “I’m not going to break. I want this. I want you right now.”

  He grinned at me and pushed himself into me. I arched my hips to bring him in further. His hips met mine, and the feeling of being stretched and filled was nearly overwhelming. Raif smelled wonderful, like soap, and sunshine. He pulled out from me, and then thrust back into me, all the way to the hilt, and I gasped.

  “Oh!”

  He grinned, a nearly feral grin, and moved in me again, the friction making me crazy. “You like that?”

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  “I got plenty of that for you,” Raif said, thrusting even more deeply. He braced himself above me with his arms and moved against me. I pressed myself to him, wanting to be as close as possible, my head falling back.

  “More,” I breathed.

  Raif increased his speed, and I thought I might die and go to some form of sex heaven. Which would be fine if Raif was with me. He pounded himself into me, my hands grabbing at his ass to get him closer, and my nails raking against him. His ass was so tight, I couldn’t get a hold on him. Which only made me want to feel him more.

  As he thrust into me over and over, I could feel myself moving closer to another orgasm. Raif’s breathing was heavier, less steady. I could feel the sweat on his lower back and his thrusts were harder, more intense.

  “Oh, Raif,” I breathed.

  “Say it again,” he growled. “My name.”

  “Raif,” I said, louder this time. “Oh, my God, Raif!” I nearly yelled.

  He arched into me, and I felt the throbbing of his cock inside of me. His breath sucked in in a hiss and I let myself go again, a keening cry falling from me without me being aware of it.

  We stayed together for a long time, Raif’s forehead resting on mine.

  “Wow,” I whispered.

  “Wow,” Raif said. He kissed me, his lips warm.

  I felt exhausted, exhilarated, and safe. The feeling of Raif wasn’t just on top of me, but as though he’d spread himself around me, protecting me. I didn’t need it, I realized. But l liked it. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt like someone had my back.

  Which, if I’d had the energy to unpack it, would have been sad. But I didn’t. I was happy. Happy with Raif, right here. In my house, in my childhood bedroom.

  In my childhood bedroom—I turned my head to look at the clock. “Shit,” I said. “My mom is going to be home soon.”

  “Are you keeping me a secret?” Raif’s voice was teasing.

  “For the moment,” I said. “Have you told anyone?”

  He shook his head, kissing me again. “I wanted to take this slow, let you lead the way.”

  I nodded. “Thank you.”

  “So are we out?”

  I took a breath. “I’ll tell my mom tonight.”

  The smile that Raif gave me was breathtaking in its beauty. “That makes me happy.”

  “It makes me happy, too.” Oh, shit. My homework.

  Raif pushed himself off me and moved to the bathroom. The house didn’t originally have a bathroom attached to this room, but with two girls, my parents had taken part of our closet, and part of another closet, and built us the tiniest bathroom ever. For which we were thrilled and grateful. He stepped back out of the bathroom, and the sight of this gorgeous man, naked, in my room, made me feel like I would burst with happiness.

  He bent down to pick up his clothes and started to dress. Even his movements were graceful and enjoyable to watch. He was at ease with his body, with himself. He might be getting over an injury, and I could see the scar on his hip, and down his leg, but he was still more comfortable with his physical self than anyone I’d ever met.

  Raif looked up and caught me watching him. “What?”

  “You really are the most amazing looking man I’ve ever seen.”

  He smiled, and there was a hint of pink across his cheeks. “Thanks.”

  “You’re very comfortable with yourself, aren’t you?”

  He shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face. “You have to be if you’re in my line of work. You have to know yourself, know your body.”

  I grinned, feeling my own cheeks heat up. “I think you know your body pretty well.”

  He pulled on his shirt and leaned down to gather me in his arms. “I’d like to know your body better, young lady.” He waggled his eyebrows dramatically.

  I laughed out loud. “I think that can be arranged.”

  Raif kissed me. “Good,” he said, his voice husky. “I can’t wait, but it’s on your timeline, Taylor.”

  My homework. I could hear Nadine’s voice in my head. I had to say it. “Where do you see this going?” I asked.

  Raif looked up from tying his shoes. “Wherever you want it to. I want it all.” He stopped and looked at me. “Is that being too honest?”

  I blinked, trying to compose myself. “What does that mean, wanting it all?”

  “It means whatever you want, I want,” Raif said. He took a step toward me where I sat on the bed, putting his hands on my arms and kissing me again. “I want to be with you.”

  “But what about your job?”

  He shrugged. “It’s a job. If I decide to go back, we can deal with that. If I don’t, we can deal with that.”

  “You don’t know that for sure,” I said.
“You’ve only known me a month.”

  “I’m a pretty good judge of character,” he said.

  “You’re sure?”

  Raif nodded. “Are you?”

  I nodded, a smile spreading across my face and my shoulders relaxing from the tension I’d been holding it. It felt like I’d turned a big corner, or made some kind of big move—but it was quiet. Just Raif and me, and the intimacy we’d just shared.

  Along with the mind-blowing orgasms.

  “When can we get together again?”

  “I want to tell my family about us,” I said.

  “Okay, deal. I’ll let Freeze know there’s something else that holds my attention besides the horses.”

  “My competition is a horse?” I asked, feigning disbelief.

  “She’s got a great ass,” he scooted next to me, nuzzling against my neck. “But yours is the clear winner.”

  I laughed. “Get out of here. Me being butt ass naked and you leaving looking—”

  “Rode hard?” Raif asked.

  “Yeah, that, is not the way I want to tell my family.”

  He laughed, and kissed me again, deep and hard. I felt… I didn’t know what I felt, but I liked it.

  With a grin, he grabbed his hat, and left. As the door closed behind him, I fell back on the bed. How in the hell was I supposed to get up and move around after that?

  Chapter Eleven

  Raif

  I was grinning so hard I thought my face might break as I jogged out to my truck. The street was quiet, and unlike when I’d walked in with Taylor, I didn’t care if everyone on the block was watching me. I couldn’t believe it was just the decision to be open about us, but that was the only thing that was different.

  Well, that and the fact that I’d had the best sex of my life. As in, ever. She was amazing. I didn’t know if she realized it, but Taylor gave her whole self. I could see where that was problematic if she wasn’t with someone who would give back the same effort. Maximum effort, I thought with a grin. Wade Wilson level effort.