Rayne mirrored my stance and shook her head. “I don’t think so, Loafers.”
My mouth turned down, and I glared at her. “When are you going to let that go?”
She smiled wide and looked smug, sure she had the upper hand now. “Promise not to spank me, and I promise not to call you Loafers.”
I lunged suddenly, taking advantage of her over confidence. In no time, I’d scooped her up into my arms and sat her sweet bottom on the island in the middle of the kitchen. I pushed between her legs and slid my hands over her hips and around to palm her cheeks.
“No deal, baby.”
Her smugness faded, and she squirmed as I dragged my hands down her legs and pulled them up to lock them around my waist. She gasped as the feeling of my hardness rubbing against her pussy.
“If letting you call me Loafers gets me an all-access pass to your delectable body, I’ll learn to love the fucking nickname.”
“I never said—” she started to protest but abruptly stopped talking when I cupped her tits, my thumbs brushing over her hard nipples.
“You think you can resist me, Rayne?” I purred. Before she could answer, I ghosted a kiss over the corner of her lips and pinched her rosy peaks. “Before you argue on principle, be honest, do you really want to?”
My hands coasted up her silky skin until they were buried in her hair. I fisted the strands and held her head still so I could seal my mouth over hers. She moaned as I licked the seam causing her to open immediately. Electricity hummed between us sending shockwaves of pleasure and need through me.
I felt starved for her, desperate to feast on her body, despite having just had her riding my cock not long ago. Her hands were spread over my chest, then they slid down my abs, tracing each groove, before circling my hard-as-fuck cock.
I jerked back and grabbed her hands, placing them on the counter on either side of her. “I won’t last, baby. And I intend to draw this out as long as possible. To savor you.” I pulled back a tiny bit and grinned. “And maybe drive you so fucking crazy that you’ll beg me to slap your pretty little ass.”
“Dream on—shit! Oh, fuck!” she yelled. I’d dropped to my knees and sucked hard on the lips of her pussy. I separated them with my thumbs and licked up her center, circling her clit, but not touching it before traveling back down. She fell back onto her elbows, her head hanging behind her.
“Watch me, baby,” I said gruffly. She lifted her head and I groaned at the fire burning in her chocolate brown eyes.
I tortured her by licking, sucking, and kissing everywhere but that little bundle of nerves. I speared my stiffened tongue inside her and curled it up, touching her most sensitive spot. She cried out and her hands went to my head. She tried to bring me closer, screamed for me to let her come, but I resisted.
Finally, when she was virtually a puddle of want, I used two fingers to plunge inside her and suck her clit, setting off a series of explosions that I could feel pulsing around my fingers.
I kept working her, prolonging her orgasm, then let up as the spasms began to subside. Licking my lips, I stood and wrapped a hand around her waist, the other going to the back of her head. I kissed her softly for a moment then deepened the kiss by degrees, urging her body to come alive again.
Her legs were locked around me again and I thrust forward, sliding my cock against her, between her lips and over her clit. She moaned and basically tried to climb me and force me inside her.
“Uh uh, baby. I’m in charge.” I grasped her legs and separated them, letting them drop so they were hanging over the edge of the counter top. She mewled in protest and the sound traveled straight to my dick. Beads of precum were glistening on the tip and I was approaching my breaking point.
I took my cock in my hand and rubbed the tip gently around her opening before inserting it the tiniest bit. I did this a few more times until we were both out of breath and frantic. I gave in and drove in hard, going all the way to my base in one fell swoop. We moaned together at the exquisite feel. “You’re so fucking tight, Rayne. Fuck, you fit me like a glove.”
I began to move and she greedily tried to use her hips to take more from me than I wanted to give. “You’re being naughty, Rayne,” I told her, my voice dangerously low. “I’m already itching to see my handprint on your ass again. Don’t push me.”
She bit her lip as she tried to back off and I found myself jealous, wishing I were that lip. I pulled out and slowly pushed back in. After repeating the motion a few times, Rayne lost her patience again and reached down to wrap her fingers around my girth. They didn’t quite meet, but she squeezed hard, trying to make me lose my control.
“Last warning, baby.” I snatched her hand away, then gripped her waist and hoisted her off the counter, before flipping her around. I placed her hands on the edge of the counter and growled, “Don’t let go.”
She made a frustrated sound, but kept her hands in place, clutching so tight her knuckles turned white.
I yanked her hips back so she was bent over, her arms stretched out and her ass in the air. I eased myself back in and it felt so fucking good, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. As I started to withdraw, her inner walls clamped, trying to keep me inside.
I pulled out and brought my hand down hard on one ass cheek before thrusting back in. She cried out at the sensation of acute pleasure and stinging pain. A rush of wetness gushed down, coating my length in her cream that dripped as I pulled out once again. I gave her other cheek the same treatment as I drove back in.
I felt little ripples in her muscles and it was almost my undoing. I alternated, spanking each globe of her ass and thrusting in and out until the lily-white had become cherry-red. Then I bent over her and cupped her tits, squeezing them as my pace sped up. I pinched her nipples and drove in harder. She screamed with each buck of my hips and it caused cum to steadily leak from my cock. Eventually, I let go of her breasts and placed my hands outside of hers, gripping the edge for leverage. I pounded into her, my body and mind both in a frenzy.
“Fuck, Rayne. Oh, fuck! That’s it, baby. Take it. Fuck! Oh, fuck!”
I gave each ass cheek one more hard slap, then glided my hand down to her soaking pussy and plucked her clit twice before pressing it hard as I angled my cock so I was hitting her g-spot. “Come on, baby,” I urged. “Come for me.”
She detonated with a gut-wrenching scream, her body shuddering violently. The feel of her coming around my cock sent me over the edge with her. “Fuuuuuuuck!” I roared as I planted myself as deep as possible and exploded inside her. I brought her torso up so her back was plastered to my front and wrapped my arms around her. I kept my still hard cock buried deep as I held her tight, each of her little spasms drawing more cum from me.
When we were both able to draw in air without gulping, and the contractions had finally ebbed, I pulled out slowly. That’s when I realized…my cock was drenched in her cream. Son of a bitch! I’d forgotten to use a condom.
“Shit, baby. I forgot to put on a condom. Damn it. I’m clean though. Haven’t been with anyone in…well, it’s been a while.”
She panted for another minute before stuttering out, “I’m clean too and on the pill.”
I was startled when disappointment trickled through me. I wanted to plant my baby inside Rayne. To watch her grow with our child. But I had to convince her to stay first and I didn’t want a baby to be the reason why. Even if it was what she really wanted deep down, she’d never see past feeling trapped and would eventually resent me.
I gathered her up into my arms and carried her back to what I couldn’t help thinking of as “our bed.” We made sweet, slow love, taking our time to kiss and revel in every inch of each other before snuggling up and falling asleep.
Chapter Twelve
Rayne
I stretched my body, feeling the sore and deliciously used. Damn, Nick was insatiable and had the stamina to indulge his appetite.
However, the best part of the night had been after the marathon sex. He’d pulled m
e into his arms, kissed my temple, and held me close until we fell asleep. I’ve never been a cuddler. I’d always separated myself after sex, needing my space to be able to relax.
Last night though, I’d fallen asleep in his tight hold, sleeping better than I had in years. I felt…safe. Still. Like my world had stopped spinning for a few minutes and I could simply be.
I was acutely aware that I shouldn’t get used to it. I would be leaving in a few weeks, back to my whirlwind life.
“Time to get up sleepy head.”
I pried my lids open to see Nick walking toward me with a smile, a paper tucked under his arm, and a steaming mug. He looked downright edible in a dark blue, tailored suit. My eyes swept admiringly over him from head to toe.
He smirked and shook his head as he sat on the bed beside me and handed me the mug. “If you want to get your stuff this morning, you need to stop looking at me like that.”
I blinked innocently at him as I took the cup. “I was admiring your suit.”
“Sure, you were.” He winked and placed a quick, hard kiss on my lips. “Your clothes are hanging in the closet, baby. Now, get moving.”
I grumbled but dragged myself out of bed, throwing him a reproachful look when he patted my ass. It was still sore, and I knew it would smart every time I sat down all day. He smiled smugly, knowing precisely what I was thinking.
I padded to the bathroom and did my business, washed my hands, and used the new toothbrush Nick had left on the counter for me. When I came out, Nick was lounging on the bed, reading the paper. Wearing black-rimmed glasses that would have looked nerdy on most people. But on him, they gave him a sexy professor vibe. It was fucking hot.
He looked up when I stopped in the middle of the room to stare at him. His eyes swept over my naked body, heating with lust. Probably the same look he was seeing in mine.
Knowing we didn’t have time to indulge in my naughty thoughts, I rushed to the closet. I found my clothes and put them on, sighing when I looked in the mirror at my wrinkled shirt and shoved my underwear in my pocket. Doing the walk of shame two mornings in a row, Summers? The dopey grin on my face as I thought about why was all the answer that was needed.
It took less than a half hour to gather up my belongings. I’d received the call that my car was fixed, so Nick dropped me off at the garage but insisted on keeping my stuff in his car. When he kissed me goodbye, he practically devoured me. I was left trembling and on fire.
“See you at the end of your shift, baby.” Then he was gone. I was only working until nine, but he still insisted on meeting me and he would follow me back to his house.
I called November and asked if she was able to meet for lunch last minute. She agreed to meet me at noon at a diner in town. I paid for the repairs to my little VW bug and drove it to the diner and left it in the parking lot while I explored. November had recommended a small boutique called Temptations and I spent most of my time looking through the treasures there. I was on the verge of buying a few things but stopped myself when I reminded myself that I had nowhere to put anything. They would only take up space in my car.
The owner, Liz, was a sweet woman and I enjoyed talking with her for a while. I suggested she come to lunch with November and me. Her mother agreed to watch the store and we walked to the restaurant together.
At lunch, I had a great time getting to know November and Liz. They had vastly different personalities, but they clicked as friends and I envied their relationship. I was never in one place long enough to become close enough to someone with whom I’d make an effort to keep in touch.
We were digging into dessert when a guy I recognized as a regular at Stumble In stopped by the table.
“Rayne, right?” he asked, his eyes sliding over me in a way that made me want to throat punch him.
I nodded and smiled dismissively then turned back to the girls.
“You’re new in town?” he persisted, not taking the hint.
“Yeah. Nice to see you but I’m having lunch with some friends.” My tone was a little snappier this time.
“So, where are you from?”
I opened my mouth to cut the asshole down to size when a deep voice answered first. “None of your fucking business.” Nick stepped in front of me and spoke low, his tone threatening. “Now get away from my woman and don’t talk to her again.”
I glanced at November and Liz who wore matching expressions of shock, their jaws practically on the table.
Nick turned around and smiled at me before leaning down to give me a spine-tingling kiss. “Hey, baby.” Then he greeted my companions.
“Uh…hey, Nick,” November responded. “It is Nick, right? Nick Stevenson?”
He’d scrambled my brain with his stupidly delicious kiss and it was taking me a minute to recover. But, I came to my senses enough to see the slight tinge of red that showed up on his cheeks.
“Just came to say hello to Rayne,” he explained, ignoring November’s teasing. “Enjoy the rest of your lunch.”
He quickly kissed me again and started to walk away. Oh no, he was so not getting away with this. I excused myself for a minute and hopped up from the table. I grabbed his arm before he was out of reach. I tugged him toward the door, silently fuming.
We stepped outside, and I spun around to face him. “What the hell, Nick?”
He put his hands in his pockets, adopting a casual stance. His blue eyes told a different story though. They were dark and intense as he studied me.
“He needed to back off,” he answered calmly, as though he hadn’t acted like a fucking caveman.
“I was handling it,” I gritted out through a clenched jaw.
He raised a brow as though asking, “were you really?”
“I’ve been fending off assholes since long before I met you, Nick.”
He took one hand out of a pocket and clasped my arm, drawing me close. “He also needed to know who you belong to.”
Ugh. I hated myself a little for finding that so freaking hot. I kept a disapproving frown on my face but Nick must have seen the heat in my eyes because he smirked and pulled me even closer.
“Do you need reminding?” he asked huskily, his hand finding my ass and patting. His head dipped and he kissed me, making my toes curl and my panties wet.
I was still in a lustful daze when he whispered in my ear, “See you tonight, baby,” and kissed my nose before leaving.
Somehow…that hadn’t turned out as I’d planned. I wandered back into the diner, replaying the scene and wondering when the hell I lost control of the situation.
Liz and November watched me as I slid into the booth. Then Liz piped up, “I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. I’ve known Nick for years and I’ve never seen him act like that.” She glanced at November, as though asking for silent confirmation.
November nodded. “I don’t think I’ve ever even heard him swear.” Her head tilted, and she chuckled. “He keeps up this attitude; he just might give those overbearing Mayson men a run for their money.”
Liz laughed and gave me a sympathetic smile. “I’ll be honest, they can drive you crazy, but nobody will ever love you harder.”
My eyes widened, and I sputtered before composing myself enough to say, “Love? Um, no. Nick doesn’t love me. I’m leaving soon.”
November and Liz shared a mysterious look before November shrugged. “If you say so.”
For the next two weeks or so, Nick and I settled into a kind of routine. He would pick me up after work, devour each other, and fall asleep. He would kiss me before heading to work the next morning, leaving me to sleep late. After work, he’d often come home, eat dinner with me (which he often cooked…swoon), and take me to work. On my nights off, he would take me out on a “date.” Sometimes it was planned by the mild-mannered, good boy and other times, it was the adventurous, guy who wanted to step outside the box he’d been living in.
We laughed a lot and fucked even more. I found myself feeling content, enjoying our
time when we were out having fun, as much as the times when we were quiet and still together. Nick felt like the eye of the hurricane. The calm, safe place surrounded by a spinning world.
I don’t know how he was surviving on so little rest, but I figured, it was only temporary. He could catch up after I left. The thought caused a pang in my chest that took my breath away. I pushed it out of my mind, determined not to think about the future. Life was about living one day at a time.
Chapter Thirteen
Nick
I kept waiting for Rayne to get restless, expecting and preparing for the day when she would freak out and take off. I was careful to keep my comments vague when referencing the future and non-committal anytime she talked about the day she would eventually leave.
However, every day that passed, she seemed to become more content and it lulled me into a false sense of security.
One night, we were snuggling in bed, naked and sated after making love. I’d worshiped her body, trying to convey through my actions how much she meant to me. A storm raged outside, the rain pelting the windows, and thunder rumbling in the distance.
She was sprawled across my body, her head resting on my chest. I kissed her temple and ran my fingers through her hair. “If you could visit one place that you haven’t been, where would it be?” I asked conversationally. I was fishing…
“Hmmm, Greece, I think,” she answered lazily. Sighing, she cuddled closer and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight.
“That would be an amazing trip. I could definitely get on board with seeing you in a tiny bikini on their beautiful beaches.”
She chuckled and rested her chin on my sternum, looking up into my eyes. “I’m not sure how I feel about all those other women ogling your hot body.”
I grinned, but it dropped as I thought about what she said. She had an excellent point. “You’re right. You’ll have to wear a long bathing suit, one that covers all the parts of you that are for my eyes only. Maybe even one of those cover-up things.”
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