Rock Bottom (The Gifted Realm #4)

by Jillian Neal

  “Rainer, please,” she whimpered in need.

  Unable to draw it out any longer, he slipped two fingers inside of her. He nearly lost control.

  “Oh baby, you are so tight,” he gasped. In fact, she was so tight he nearly withdrew. He could recall only one other time when he’d felt her drawn so intensely, and as the night he’d taken her for the first time, the night he’d made her his own replayed itself in his mind, white-hot fire burned in his groin. He began to melt down in the ecstasy of her.

  He worked with delicate precision. He curved his fingers and slowly opened her. Emily was frantic and strung so tightly she couldn’t remain still. He needed to take the edge off and let her relax before he moved on.

  “Give it to me, baby. Let me make it better. I know it hurts. Just let it go for me,” he commanded. With another shallow stroke, he had her. The pent up energy unfurled, and she convulsed. He knew she needed so much more.

  It washed through her quickly, and he continued dipping his fingers inside of her, reaching deeper with each pass, building her slowly this time. She bucked under his pliant touch, and her muscles spasmed around his hand. She pulled him deeper with each stroke.

  “That feel good, baby?”

  Her eyes flashed as another desperate moan quaked from her body. She gasped for breath. Her body flushed as her temperature rose.

  “That’s it,” he soothed. “Give me another one. I want to drink you.” He had her. She called out his name. It drove him wild as the very essence of her spilled into his hand.

  He dipped his head between her legs and kissed the most sensitive parts of her inner thighs. She bucked and showed him exactly what he wanted to see. The liquid heat was visible to his eyes and his thirsty tongue.

  Unable to help himself, far too hungry, he withdrew his hand and spun his tongue between her swollen lips. He let the tip of it dance just inside of her before delving deep and drinking everything she gave up for him.

  “I want it. Take me!” she demanded in heated need.

  Rainer fought with himself and with her desperation.

  “Baby, I’m trying to be gentle,” he panted as he gave her the friction she begged for. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I don’t want you to be gentle. I need you. I want to feel it tomorrow every time I move,” she begged. He almost lost it all right then and there. He’d never be able to turn down such an incredible offer.

  “I’m gonna set the cast.” He summoned; he was already a part of her energy. He added in his own calming rhythms and sealed her womb.

  With every nerve ending in his body hot-wired and thrumming in heated greed, he moved over her and settled his hips between her legs.

  With precise gentleness, he spread her swollen lips tenderly with his hand. He listened to her gasp and moan as he entered her slowly, an inch at a time.

  He felt her body tremble as she clenched around him. The liquid heat pulled him deeper. The intensity of them together nearly made him lose control.

  He gave a gentle thrust and opened her as delicately as he could. She felt like hot, liquid silk. He groaned in the ecstasy of her closing around him.

  Feeling her open for him, listening to her call out for him as he plunged her searing depths and formed her around his length was blissful perfection.

  “You feel so damn good,” he moaned as she began to buck under him. She pulled him deeper still.

  “Harder,” she panted. He pounded into her with ragged thrusts. He watched her eyes flash unrestrainedly and heard her breath hitch in her outcries.

  He buried himself in her and forced her open to his hilt as he groaned. He relished the heavenly way she moved with him.

  She swelled, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Nothing would ever feel as good as that. It was like being drowned in warm honey that could only come from Heaven.

  He throbbed inside of her as she clenched around him. Her breaths were panted and stuttered as they evulsed from her deliciously.

  He pounded harder and pushed her further. He lost it all as her body tensed beneath his and the climax consumed her.

  It seared through her, shaking her and making her convulse under him. She panted and cried out all for him. He felt her release mix with his as he rode the waves around her, and he got lost in the frenzy of being with her again.

  A moment later, she stilled and tried to catch her breath.

  “You ok, baby?” As the erotic haze cleared from his mind, he was terrified she’d asked for more than she could really take, and he’d certainly supplied it in heavy doses.

  With a contented smile, she nodded. He eased out of her and tucked her on his chest as he folded the sheets and quilts around them.

  “I love you,” he hushed. He held her tightly and kissed her forehead.

  “I love you, too,” she vowed.

  “I’ve been waiting three weeks to hear you say that out loud.” He let her words soothe his soul.

  “I’m so glad I’m home. I missed you so much.”

  He cradled her closer. His release, her scent, the feeling of her curves lying in his embrace, all brought clarity to his mind.

  “Did you really buy me a Porsche, or did I dream that?”

  With a delicious giggle, she leaned up on her elbow.

  “Well, technically, we bought you a Porsche, and it’s in our garage,” she assured him excitedly.

  “Can I sleep in it?”

  “No,” she feigned offense as he laughed.

  The storm had calmed slightly, but rain continued to hit the roof in a soothing, rhythmic dance.

  “Let me go put another log on the fire, baby, and then we can go to sleep.”

  “I don’t want you to leave,” she fussed sweetly.

  Rainer kissed her forehead.

  “Stay right here. I’ll be right back. I’m not leaving. I’m keeping you warm.” He watched her smile serenely.

  After pulling on his boxers, he scooted from the room and threw several large logs onto the fire. He casted a low-grade shield over it to make certain the flames stayed in the box but the heat escaped it, before he returned to her.

  He settled back beside her, and she curled up on his chest. He kissed the top of her head.

  “Ok, so, now that I can think straight,” he confessed and listened to her infectious giggle, “tell me how you got a Porsche that they don’t even have on the lots yet?”

  “Well,” Emily hugged him tightly, “Sam helped me a lot. After the thing with the Mustang…” she hesitated, almost afraid to say the word. “Garrett was talking about how the new Boxsters are like racecars from the ’60s. So, I started researching them and talking to Sam. He said he could get one.”

  She beamed at Rainer, who was listening intently. “I know we were too wet from the rain to get in, but the key is even on the left, and I got you one with Sports mode,” she informed him.

  After giving her a deep, reverent groan, Rainer fought not to fly from the bed and into his new car. “It has the enhanced top, so it should be really quiet, and of course, it has the duel-engines,” she continued to describe the Porsche in great detail, until she was yawning deeply.

  “Oh, baby, trust me,” Rainer teased, “if it were possible, I’d have another hard on.” He made her laugh hysterically.

  Thunder clapped in the distance as the storm moved away, and she tensed. He kept her cradled in the safety of his embrace.

  “I've got you, baby. Go to sleep. I’m right here.”

  With a contented sigh, she kissed his chest again, and he felt her breathing steady. Her energy began to roll in soft, placid waves, and he drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in her.

  19

  My Every Fantasy

  Sunlight warmed Rainer in the scattered sheets of their bed the next morning. He heard the refrigerator running. The power must have come back on in the night.

  With a contented sigh, he reached for Emily, but the bed was empty. While trying not to pout, he let one eye open hesitantly.
He’d wanted to spend the morning cuddling her in their bed, and then maybe doing a little more than cuddling. He leaned upwards.

  “Em?” he called, but she didn’t answer. Panic began to set in as he sat up and scanned the house. Then he saw a note on her pillow.

  His brow furrowed. He rubbed his right hand over his face, snatched the note, and opened it quickly.

  * * *

  Meet me in the garage. Love, the future Mrs. Lawson.

  * * *

  With a deep yawn, Rainer wondered what she was up to. He crawled from the bed. His body contorted as he stretched out the slight kinks in his neck. He hadn’t slept well the entire time Emily had been gone.

  After pulling on a pair of jeans, he glanced around the kitchen. It didn’t appear that she’d eaten or made coffee. Maybe she wanted to go out for breakfast? He pulled open the door to the garage.

  All thoughts of eating evaporated quickly as soon as his eyes landed on the Porsche. All rational thought of any kind disappeared from his mind entirely.

  With his eyes goggling, his heart racing, his breath ragged and stunned, his mouth fell open as he took in Emily in a black silk and lace nightie that covered nothing at all.

  The tiny straps hung off of her shoulders. She was positioned on her back, propped up on her elbows, with one leg folded over the other. There was nothing at all under the nightie.

  Please don’t let me be dreaming. Please don’t let me be dreaming, his mind begged the ether.

  “Damn…” evulsed from his lungs in a heated pant as he moved into the garage. She gave him a delicious grin that said ‘come get me and take whatever you want’. He tried not to lose control just looking at her sprawled out on the hood of his new Porsche.

  “Please tell me I’m not dreaming.” He was unable to even blink.

  With a sexy laugh, Emily shook her head. “So, I was thinking,” she drawled seductively, “the ‘not in my car rule’ was really only for the Mustang.”

  A deep fervent growl echoed from his chest. “Are you sure, baby? You sure you want it rough and dirty on the hood of my car?”

  He prayed she’d say yes. Fire flashed in her eyes as she moaned. Her head fell back in what appeared to be desperate desire. He watched her breasts heave as the slight lace slid further down her ample cleavage. Her nipples flushed and throbbed as the rough lace made them raw.

  “I want it right now. I want you to lose control. Take me hard,” she purred. “We have a lot of time to make up for.”

  He flew to her instantly and positioned himself between her legs. He grabbed her hands and jerked her upwards. He kissed her heatedly.

  “Then come here,” he demanded. Quickly losing all sense of self-control or gentlemanly behavior, he jerked the already loosened straps down until he could see her breasts spilling over black lace.

  He grabbed her hand again and, after popping the snap of his jeans and shoving the zipper down, he forced her to grab his pulsing, throbbing erection.

  “Grab me. Feel what you do to me.” His rather forceful demands seemed to drive her wild as she groped him greedily and moaned at his ferocity.

  He moved his mouth to her breasts. He sucked and devoured them. He slid his teeth along the swell and nipped as she moaned loudly.

  She threw her head back and shook them in his face.

  “Tell me what you want, Rainer,” she commanded. Her voice was raspy and erotic in her desire.

  “Suck me,” he ordered, and she went wild. She pushed him back and leaned over to shove his jeans off as she lowered her head to his length.

  Certain he’d died and gone to Heaven, Rainer watched her move over him in ardent need. She licked up his length, spun her tongue over his head, as she reached low to cup and massage him.

  “Oh fuck, yes,” evulsed from him in a heated gasp. He watched her lap up everything that leaked from his head. Her body writhed as she worked. She sucked hard.

  “More,” he demanded. Her unending moans reverberated through his soul.

  “Em, I need you to tell me right now if you need me to slow down, because I’m about to lay you out on this car,” he growled.

  “Take me,” she gasped as she sat back up. Her chest rose in rapid, hungry pants. “Don’t stop! Just take me now.”

  With that he grasped her hips and laid her back on the hood. He parted her thighs.

  “Show me how wet you are, baby. I want you dripping for me.” He positioned himself in front of her soaking, wet lips. She cried out for him as he leaned in and licked the slick spicy heat pouring from her.

  Another loud moan echoed from her as she writhed on the car. Rainer had never seen anything hotter. Unable to stop himself, he lifted her hips and threw her legs in a V around him. He gave a desperate thrust and plunged her depths.

  “Take it, baby. Take it just like that. Just like I want it,” he ordered, and she came almost instantly. She pulsed and bucked as he pounded into her. He watched himself enter her repeatedly. The provocative display was intoxicating.

  “Yes,” hissed from her deliciously as he continued his unrelenting thrusts.

  “Tell me you want more,” he commanded.

  “Oh, yes. I want more,” she pled deliciously as she swelled again. He continued to pound with force.

  “Do you feel that, baby? I’m gonna explode.”

  This time, his orgasm drove hers. He couldn’t steel himself. He lost control. The display was just too much.

  She continued to convulse as he withdrew, still not fully believing that he was, in fact, awake. She sat up and gave him a lusciously naughty grin.

  “So, I take it we’re keeping the car,” she teased.

  Still gasping for breath, Rainer lifted her off of the hood.

  “I will never, ever deserve you, but that was absolutely the most incredible thing I have ever seen or done.”

  “Good,” she sassed. “Can we go back to bed now?”

  “Baby, we can do anything in the world you want.” She giggled as he carried her back into the house. He watched her pull off the lingerie, and then crawl back into bed with him. He cradled her on his chest.

  “By the way, hey there,” he chuckled.

  “I missed you saying that to me every single day.”

  With an elated grin, he kissed her forehead. Their rendezvous in the garage continued to occupy most of his brain.

  “I texted it to you,” he reminded her.

  “That’s not the same,” she sighed. “So, what do you want to do today?”

  “Baby,” Rainer stunned, “I just had sex with you on the hood of a Porsche Boxster Convertible that I now own. I will never, ever need another thing as long as I live.” His vow had her laughing hysterically.

  “Well, we do actually need to drive it, and we have to go to Sam’s and pay him for it.”

  “Sweetheart, you’ve been gone for three weeks. Is there anything you want to do?”

  She gave him her dazzling smile, the one that made her eyes sparkle as she gazed at him with rapt adoration. Her bottom lip slid through her teeth, and her cheeks colored.

  “I want to spend every waking moment with you, and for you not to pay anyone else any attention until you have to go back to work Monday,” she giggled.

  While laughing at her willingness to admit that to him, Rainer nodded. “Done, and I actually have all of next week off.” He watched her eyes light from his surprise. Glee flowed through her rhythms. “So, how about this, Miss Haydenshire?” he urged. “As sad as I am to say this, why don’t we get dressed, and I’ll take you out for breakfast? Then I thought maybe we could do something like go for a drive up the ridgeway.”

  “Really?” she trilled instantly.

  “Really,” he vowed and delighted in her smile.

  20

  Part of His Soul

  Rainer’s stomach flipped with nervous anticipation, as Emily handed him the key to the new Boxster.

  “You ready?” she tittered excitedly.

  “I will never, ever deserve you
, and this is beyond my wildest dreams, Em. Thank you.”

  Rainer opened the garage door. The mid-day sun had vanquished the raging storm. His gut clenched tightly. He pressed the button on the key fob and unlocked the doors. Emily giggled as she watched him.

  “Now, you know, I loved the Mustang,” she assured him, “but you couldn’t do that in the other car.”

  Rainer chuckled. He certainly had to allow that. He opened the passenger door for Emily while he stared at his new Porsche with rapt adoration. More ecstatic than a kid on Christmas morning, he moved to the driver’s side, opened the door, and studied the dash.

  “Well, come on,” Emily sassed, “take me for a ride, Mr. Lawson.”

  “I just did that, baby. You ready for another?”

  She laughed as her cheeks colored. She’d slightly embarrassed herself with her own sassy talk and the recollections of her earlier display. The effect made Rainer fall even more in love with her.

  He placed the key into the ignition on his left. His heart picked up pace as the raspy, metallic roar of the dual engines resonated in his soul.

  Though he would never have admitted it to Emily, he was mildly disappointed that Logan had gotten his Boxster’s virgin run. He mentally called himself a prick as the words ‘popped its cherry’ formed in his mind.

  He felt the low, firm leather seat form around him as he inhaled the heady scents of high-grade leather and new car.

  Rainer revved the engines and shuddered in delight as Emily continued to laugh at him outright.

  “So, Sam said you wouldn’t like anything Turbocharged.” She knitted her brow as Rainer engaged the clutch. He considered the fact that, with all of Sam’s enhancements, the Porsche would fly at around 200 miles per hour. He wouldn’t really need to summon and cast the engines, though he wondered momentarily if he would be capable of harnessing two engines and cooling them while he drove.

  “Yeah, he’s right. They started putting turbocharged engines in sports cars because they are very, very slightly more fuel-efficient, but they also mess with the response of the car. It’s like this car can read my mind.”