by Jillian Neal
Garrett and Emily cracked up.
The Haydenshires had moved into the garage, and were staring at Rainer with pride-filled smiles.
He turned to gaze at Emily. “You’re just incredible.”
Emily was beaming. Logan stepped in. “Yeah, it topped out around 170 before she had Sam enhance the engines,” he stated with lust filling his tone as Rainer gave an audible groan. “Now it does 0-60 in under two seconds.”
Rainer shook his head in awe of the automobile before him.
“It’s built like the Porsches from the sixties,” Emily stated. “The Spyders, like they used to race. So I thought this was sort of a little something like what you had, but a whole new ride for the next part of our lives.”
Rainer pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her.
“It’s incredible,” he assured her. “This is just… wow.” Rainer moved away from Emily to walk around the new car. Logan had lowered the top to show off the top-of-the-line, beige leather interior.
“I uh, wasn’t planning on spending quite so much,” Rainer began calculating what it must’ve cost Emily to get this.
Garrett shook his head. “Hey, man, you do a lot of great things for a lot of people, and she makes a fortune doing what she does. She wanted you to have this.”
Rainer turned his gaze back to Emily, unable to believe what she’d done.
“Plus,” she sassed as she adjusted the blanket back around her shoulders. “I think you’ll be really sexy driving it.”
Rainer raised his eyebrow and gave her a naughty smirk as he tried to quell his rapidly heightening libido.
“And with that, we’ll just go,” Governor Haydenshire shuddered slightly, and everyone laughed.
“Very nice car, Rainer. She picked well. It suits you,” he complimented as he kissed Emily’s cheek and held an umbrella over Mrs. Haydenshire as they returned to the Suburban.
“Ok, now, you all leave so he can thank me for his new car,” Emily’s demands brought on another round of laughter. Garrett and Logan edged out towards the rain, with Adeline and Emily hugging awkwardly since Emily was still bundled in Rainer’s coat and the blanket.
“Too bad you’re screwing around with my little sister. I’d enjoy hearing a story about you taking somebody on the hood of that car, but if you tell me that, then I’ll just want to hit you,” Garrett seemed truly confused by the conundrum.
Rainer shook his head and rolled his eyes. “And you can all leave now,” he commanded as everyone waved good-bye and raced through the rain to their own cars. Rainer turned back to Emily.
“So, you like it?” she quizzed hesitantly.
“Em, baby, it’s more than I ever could have imagined.” He was still stunned.
“Do you want to drive it?”
“I would love to,” Rainer assured her, “but not out in that. A little part of me died inside when Logan said he’d driven it here from Sam’s in this weather.” He allowed himself to glow in the fact that he could always make her giggle.
“Plus, there are several things I want to take care of first.” He pulled her to his chest. “And they all happen to involve you, baby; but trust me, tomorrow we’re going on a long, long drive.”
18
Pleasures
Emily seemed overjoyed as Rainer lowered the garage door. With one last, longing gaze at the Porsche, he pulled her into the house.
“I just cannot believe you did that,” Rainer continued to let the shock work through him as he guided her towards their bedroom.
“So, you really like it?”
“Em, it’s incredible. I don’t deserve that.”
With a sassy grin, Emily bit her lip. It slid seductively between her teeth. Rainer stared ardently. Every nerve ending began a familiar ache, and the pain seemed to take up residence in his groin.
“I might even let you take me on the hood,” she teased.
With a shuddering growl, Rainer eased the blanket off of her.
“Careful, baby. I’m about to lose it already. If you want to be taken on the hood of the Porsche that the most incredible woman in the world bought for me, then I’ll make certain that happens. But right now, sweetheart, I plan on showing you what I’ve been wanting to do since I took you to the airport three weeks ago,” his voice was low and thrumming from his desire.
She panted deliciously as he unzipped his jacket. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. The storm that swirled in her eyes was more intense than the one raging outside.
“Gotta get you out of these wet clothes, baby,” he soothed as her body tensed and pitched in her need. “Come here, sweetheart; let me give you a shower, get you nice and warm, then we’re gonna eat, and then, baby, I’m gonna make you wet all over again,” he vowed in a heated growl.
“Oh yes,” Emily gasped as Rainer led her to the bathroom.
He turned on the water in the shower and heated it with his hands. He was thoroughly drenched as well, so he took off his shirt before moving back to her.
He pulled the t-shirt away from her waist and watched as it clung to her heaving breasts before he removed it altogether.
He dispensed with her bra. Her nipples were drawn tight. They were strained and puckered into deep cherry-red buds from being so cold. Rainer shuddered. His breaths came in quick, gasping pants.
“That hurts, doesn’t it, baby?” he soothed.
She nodded heavily. A shiver shook through her. Her beautiful emerald eyes were dark and hungry. Rainer lowered his mouth to her right breast as an evulsive moan of expectation quaked from her.
“Let me make it feel better, baby,” he huffed hot breath over the tightly, aching mounds. She let her head fall back, and brought them closer to his mouth as a low guttural groan evulsed from him.
He laved her nipple with his tongue as she shook in his arms. He sucked, and bathed them with his tongue. He drowned them in his mouth as she writhed in his hands.
Quickly unsnapping her jeans, he peeled them off of her. She was wearing white cotton panties that were soaked through. He could see her lips swollen and red from the cold and from her need. The tender skin was raw from the bitter cold and from the care she required.
He pushed aside everything he longed to do to her. He wanted her to be warm. The cold had to hurt. He couldn’t stand to think that she was in pain. He pulled the panties down her legs, and led her to the shower.
He helped her in, and she moved to stand in the falling water. Her body eased from the warmth.
“Get in with me,” she begged.
“I will, baby. I promise. I’m gonna go make you some tea first, ok?” He closed the clear glass door, and watched her in desperate need for a moment as she began to wash her hair.
With a slight shudder, he vowed to himself to take care of her first, to make her warm and comfortable, to make certain she was fed, and her every need met before he allowed her to satisfy the physical needs he’d been fighting for weeks.
He hoisted off his jeans and moved to the kitchen. After heating two mugs of water, he added the tea bags. Lightning flashed ominously outside, and the windows shook as thunder shattered the night sky.
Suddenly, the house went absolutely quiet as darkness fell. The electricity faded instantly from all of the appliances.
“Rainer!” Emily screeched. She sounded terrified. He quickly left the tea on the counter and sprinted back into the bathroom. He opened the shower door, and pulled electricity into his hands. It was floating in erratic waves throughout the house.
“It’s ok, baby. I’m right here.”
“I want to get out,” she fussed. Shame worked through her rhythms. She was embarrassed at her own reaction. She was worried she was acting like a little girl. It broke Rainer’s heart.
“Ok, baby, come here.” He threw the electricity from his hands to the lights above the sinks and turned off the water. He grabbed a towel, and sealed heat in its fibers before pulling her to him and wrapping it around her.
As he dried her off, he co
nsidered. He could certainly run enough electricity through his body to run the heater or make the oven work. He could keep the lights in their home lit, but it would leave him without enough energy to do all of the things he so desperately wanted to do with her.
When he was certain her body was dry, he grabbed another towel, heated it quickly, and ran it through his own hair and over his body. He pulled off his boxers and replaced them with a dry pair.
While guiding her into their bedroom, he cupped his hand and lit all of the candles scattered on surfaces around the room, the ones Emily usually lit when she wanted a slow, romantic session.
When the room glowed enough for him to see, Rainer moved to his chest of drawers. He grabbed one of his warmest Venton sweatshirts and pulled it over her head.
She wriggled into it with a contented sigh as it warmed her. She brought the loose sleeve to her face and inhaled deeply of his scent. He grinned as he watched her.
“This isn’t what I planned on wearing for you the night I got back,” she lamented.
Rainer winked at her in the candlelight as he grabbed another sweatshirt for himself. “Don’t worry, baby. I can take that off of you just as easily as French lingerie. I want you to be warm,” his assurance elicited a broad grin.
She moved to her dresser, and pulled on a pair of lacey, white panties that had Rainer’s mind racing. She bent over and offered him a delicious view. He couldn’t quell the hungry groan that escaped his throat. She held up a pair of flannel pajama pants.
“Are you sure this is ok?” she quizzed disbelievingly.
Rainer tugged on a dry pair of jeans and moved to her. He gave her a tender smile. “If you don’t put them on, I can’t take them back off.”
She shivered deliciously, though it wasn’t because she was cold.
Rainer forced himself to do all of things that needed to be done to keep her warm and safe if the storm kept the power out for much longer.
He decided to allow himself just one kiss before he set to work.
He pulled Emily close and held her eyes with his own. He cradled her head at the nape of her neck, angled it back softly, and leaned in.
“I missed you,” he breathed and brushed tender kisses over her lips.
She responded heatedly. She reached and pulled him closer as he began to lave her mouth with his lips. He needed to feel her. He needed her energy inside of him. With desperate, craving propensity, he dipped his tongue between her lips and let it dance in slow rhythmic laps as he melded their souls. Ravenous with desire, he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked.
She panted and moaned. Her body swayed in need against his. Her hand caressed his ardent strain, and he pulled away. If she grasped him, he would be capable of nothing more than ravaging her body with eager force, and that wasn’t what needed to occur.
The storm was relentless. He had to keep her warm. He took her hands and led her to the couch in the living room.
After settling her, he grabbed two of the quilts thrown on furniture in the room and covered her in them. He moved to the fireplace, cupped his hand and, when he held enough heat in his cast, he set the wood that was already in the box afire. He added another log from the pile on the tiled kitchen floor, and moved his hand over it to draw the fire to a higher pitch.
Quickly moving to the pantry, he pulled several cans of soup off of the shelf and grabbed bowls from the cabinets.
“I can do that,” Emily looked uncomfortable being waited on.
Rainer shook his head. “Em, baby, you’ve been taking care of kids for three weeks straight. I can tell you’re exhausted. Now, let me take care of you.”
While summoning enough electricity to run the can opener, Rainer heated the soup cans in his hands and poured the contents into the bowls. He grabbed crackers from the pantry and handed Emily her dinner.
“Thank you,” she gushed as if he’d just handed her a gourmet meal. Rainer nodded and planted a kiss on the top of her head.
“It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing, I guess.”
“It’s perfect.”
Rainer returned to the kitchen for his own bowl, and joined Emily under the quilts. He decided that it wasn’t at all a bad way to spend the evening.
When she finished, he removed the bowl from her lap, set it beside his on the coffee table, and moved so he was cradling her to him.
“I missed you so much,” he couldn’t help but tell her repeatedly.
“I’m so glad to be home, and I know it’s probably not how you pictured it,” she gestured to the fire and the quilts, “but I think it’s perfect.”
“Me, too.”
With a sweet grin, she giggled.
“What are you laughing at, Miss Haydenshire?”
“I was just thinking that I’m really glad I get to sleep on top of you tonight instead of on top of Fionna.”
It took Rainer a split second to realize she was referring to the bunk beds. He quickly shut down the lurid picture his mind had conjured. He shook his head at her.
As he watched her laugh and felt her warmth beside him, Rainer was overcome with need once again. Just as he was about to jump in with both feet, their cell phones chirped simultaneously.
Rainer edged his way out of the quilts. He left Emily covered as he located their phones. After handing Emily hers, he turned on his screen to read the text. Rainer laughed, but Emily shuddered and groaned.
The text was from the Governor and Mrs. Haydenshire.
* * *
To all of our grown children, we love you all dearly and just wanted to take a moment to remind all of you that many of you were conceived during blackouts. So, if that is not your desire for the evening, please exercise caution. Love, Mom and Dad.
* * *
“Do they have to do that?” Emily was thoroughly annoyed.
As he extended his hand to her, Rainer gave her an adoring smile. “Come here to me.”
She smiled and threw back the quilts. She stood up in his arms. He brushed a hesitant kiss across her lips and let his arms wrap around her loosely. He refused her another, though she leaned in for more.
While watching and studying her, he felt her energy begin to crave and pulse for him.
“I want to take you to bed, baby. I promise I’ll keep you warm,” his voice was low and husky as he whispered in her ear. She shivered and clung to him. “Did you set the cast, sweetheart?” He decided to take care of the ‘exercising caution’ portion of their evening now so that he could spend the rest of the night worshipping her delicious body.
She shook her head against his shoulder. “It feels better when you do it,” she admitted hesitantly. Rainer decided that he should thank Garrett for his lesson so many years before. He smiled at her and nodded his understanding.
“Come here, baby. I’ll take care of everything.” He scooped her up and into his arms. He left their bedroom door open so the heat from the fire would keep their room warm as he stood her by the bed.
Desperate for her taste on his parched lips, he guided her mouth back to his. He sucked and explored her with his tongue until a heady moan spilled into his mouth from hers.
She slid her hands down his chest, reached, and then pulled his shirt over his head until she was caressing his flesh and dragging her hands over his pecs. Everywhere her hands caressed felt like he’d been set on fire.
“I wanted you so much,” her words fell heavily from her kiss-swollen lips.
He needed to feel her. His heart raced. He longed to touch her skin. His hands glided down her sides. He lifted the sweatshirt off of her and groaned as he took her in. Her nipples throbbed cherry-red and begged for his care.
He grasped her breasts, pulled one into his mouth, and drowned the tips of her with his tongue. He laved one as he spun his thumb over the other until a stuttered cry escaped her.
He watched them swell and vie for his attention. They grew even more plump and ripe under his touch.
“I wanted you so badly it hurt,” s
he confessed as he eased the pajamas and panties off. He forced them down in a lacy puddle at her feet.
“I would lay in my bed and ache for you. I hurt and was wet for you,” she murmured.
He shuddered and moaned his approval. Her confession had him reeling. “I’m gonna make everything feel better, baby. I promise,” he husked. She trembled naked and desperate for his touch. “I won’t let you hurt anymore.”
A stuttered moan spilled from her lips. He traced his hands down her body and slipped them low. He caressed her tenderly. He needed to move slowly as he dragged his hands to her backside and began kneading it hungrily.
Her energy was spiraled in tight, jagged waves that needed to be soothed and released.
“Lay down for me, baby. Let me make it all better.”
She panted as he pulled back the sheets and blankets on their bed. He ran his heated hands over them and watched as she crawled in. He nestled her in the warmth as he removed everything he was wearing in a second flat.
While easing beside her, he studied her, lit by the glow of the candles. Her eyes were pleading and needy, darkened with her desire. His kindled fire glowed there in their emerald depths. His eyes travelled from her kiss-swollen lips, to her breasts pert and anxious to be tended, to the dip and indentation of her waist, the luscious curves of her hips, the soft red curls between her legs that covered her lips swollen and wet for him. A low groan echoed from his chest.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he vowed as she writhed beside him. Her energy was spun too tightly for her lie still.
“Touch me, Rainer, please. I need you,” she pled in a fervent moan.
“Baby, I’m gonna touch you, and taste you, and then I’m gonna lay you down and give you everything you need.” His promises made her soar.
He slipped his hand to her lower lips. He traced her and felt the liquid heat rise under her skin and spill onto her swollen, fevered folds. He dragged one finger over her slit and gathered the nectar as she began to beg. He teased her clit gently and watched her body tremble from the sensations.