by Jo Raven
My boyfriend’s a badass. He’s my hero, and he can’t even see it. He saved me from all the bad things in my life. Plus, he cooks.
“So what are you up to this time?” I tease, and stop in my tracks at the kitchen door, because the scene that greets me isn’t the one I expected. “Raine?”
Normally I’d find him in the midst of total chaos, with the smell of cooking and occasionally burnt food in the air.
But the kitchen is pristine, and he’s naked, perched on the table, legs spread, his hand on his dick, stroking.
Whoa baby. I lean against the doorframe, my knees going weak, my cock hardening. “What the hell’s going on?”
He licks his lips, and I have to reach down and adjust my pants. “We never got to break in the kitchen,” he says.
Yeah well, after I got shot and almost died here, I never felt the need—but now, seeing him like that… Holy fuck, that’s hot.
“I’ve been thinking,” Raine says.
Damn, I can’t take my eyes off his hand, on his hard dick. “I hope you didn’t hurt yourself.”
“Very funny.”
“I do what I can.”
“There’s something else you can do. Get your fine ass over here.”
Chuckling softly, I push off the doorframe and limp over to him. Between my aching leg and the tent I’m pitching in my pants, it’s a miracle I can still walk at all.
Then again, miracles tend to happen around Raine all the time, it seems. After all, I’m here. Alive. Mostly sane.
With the one man I’ve ever wanted.
“So…” He grabs my hips and slides his hands under my sweater, skimming them over my chest. “Like I said… I was thinking that once, you asked me what else being my boyfriend means.”
“Huh.” I’m too distracted by the feel of his hands stroking my sides, then finding my nipples and twisting them. “Okay. You replied something about hugging, right?”
He grins. “Yeah. I said I’d hug you every day.”
“And you have.” Another small miracle. I’ve gotten used to those hugs, and all the gestures of affection he showers me with. Truth is, I dunno how to live without them anymore.
“But you asked me if it means you get to fuck me, too.”
I blink, waiting for his words to make sense, and when they do, hell… my dick goes from interested to rock hard.
“You want me to fuck you?” My voice is breathless. I am breathless.
“Yeah.” He pulls me between his legs, rubbing his hard-on against my clothed, aching cock. “I want it. Do you?”
“Hmf.” Am I supposed to speak, using actual fucking words right now? Seriously asking here. Instead, I slip my arms around his neck and kiss him. Tongue and teeth and lips, and he groans in my mouth, dragging me flush against him, our chests pressed together.
So good. But the thought of getting inside him has now taken hold of my mind, and I can’t think of anything else.
I break the kiss. “How? I mean, here? We need lube—”
He looks away, his hands gripping my hips. “I’m ready,” he says, and I stare at the blush staining his cheekbones, his words an echo from older times.
“Ready as in…?”
“I prepared myself. With lube. For you.”
Holy fuck. The twinge of unease at the memory this digs up—myself, readying myself for the johns every day—fades in the surge of heat in my balls and dick. Now I understand why he thought it hot.
The images, man. Raine on all fours, fingerfucking himself to spread the lube inside him, opening himself up for me.
“Turn around,” I say, and barely recognize my own voice, so thick with need. “Condom?”
He’s already turning, presenting his muscular ass to me, and fuck… “Do we need one?”
Plus side of all that time spent at the hospital? Not only did I manage to shake off the drug addiction—boy, was that fun—and my stubborn cough was taken care of, but all my blood tests are now up to date, too, and I’m clean.
Which means…
“No, we don’t.” I swallow hard, my throat dry. I stroke the strong line of his back, the flare of his broad ribs and shoulders. I grab his ass, kneading, and he hisses out a breath, bending over the table. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“You know…” Raine pauses, starts again. “You’re my first. Never bottomed for anyone before.”
Shit. I stop in the process of unzipping my pants. “Raine, we don’t have to do this, we could—”
“I’ve been jacking off to the thought for weeks now.” He glances at me over one broad shoulder, and gives me a crooked smile. “If you’re up to it.”
I drag my tongue over my dry lips. “Oh, I’m up to it.” I drop my pants and fist my cock, dragging my hand up and down the already soaked length, toying with the silver bar, and wink at him. “Ready to take a pierced dick up your ass?”
He groans, then, and bends over completely, bracing his hands on the table edges.
A new table, by the way. Not the bullet-ridden one. This one is wooden, and solid, and perfect for today’s activities.
I stroke the curve of his ass, press my thumb into his opening and massage him open. He grunts and pushes back. He did a great fucking job of oiling himself. Pulling out my thumb, I push inside two fingers, stroking deep.
“Jase, damn…” He’s rocking, humping the table, and I have to count backward from fifty to stop myself from coming all over his back. I stroke some more, watching him writhe, then crook my fingers to nail his prostate, and feel him jerk. “Fuck, oh God!”
“Almost ready for me,” I whisper in his ear. I press again against his prostate, and he moans, pressing back. I add another finger, and he tenses. “Relax. It will be good.”
He lets out a breath, and I push the three fingers in and out of him, until he starts rocking again. “Now, Jase. Now.”
Yeah. I drag my fingers out, and gripping my cock, push into him. Slowly, inch by inch, I sink into his heat, and he moans long and deep, his knuckles turning white where he’s gripping the table.
Fuck, the pressure. It’s fucking unbelievable. I push until I’m seated inside him to the balls, then draw back a little, just to slam back inside.
He cries out, his ass clenching so hard around my dick I can’t breathe for a while. Jesus fucking Christ, he’s too tight.
Too perfect.
Neither one of us will last like this. It’s just off the fucking charts. So I start fucking him in earnest, gripping his hips and thrusting into him, deep strokes, then fast shallow ones, then deep again until he’s moaning my name.
That’s it. I’m drunk on his body, his scent, his sounds of pleasure. I’ve never loved anyone like this, with no boundaries, no limits. As we move together, rocking against the table, I shove the thought to the back of my mind and focus on him.
Reaching around him, I find his weeping cock and stroke it in time to my thrusts. My leg aches dully, but I don’t give a damn. His body tightens, his breath hitches, and I kiss the back of his neck as he jerks and comes all over the table.
That snaps the last thread of my control, and I curse as I spill deep inside of him, the pleasure drowning me, my vision going white, then black from the force of my release.
“Goddammit, Raine.” The aftershocks rock me as his ass clenches again, and I spill some more. “You wanna kill me?”
“Damn you,” he pants. “You have no idea what you mean to me.”
I smile against his back. “I think I have an idea.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” I wrap my arms around his middle, haul him back against me and whisper in his ear, “And I love you, too.”
Lullabies
Lullabies inspired and adapted from Mother Goose's Melody (London, c. 1765)
Character list
And where you can read more of their stories
Jason Vega: in JESSE (Damage Control series #2) and OCEAN (Damage Control series #5)
Raine Storm: in OCEAN (Damage Control serie
s #5)
Corey and Ethan: in RIOT (Bad Boy Escorts)
Inked Brotherhood (Asher, Tyler, Zane, Dylan, Rafe): In the Inked Brotherhood series (Get the books here: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01N1OYC69)
Damage Boyz (Micah, Jesse, Seth, Shane, Ocean): in the Damage Control Series (Get the books here: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01F21HSYM)
Riot (Riot, Gale, Zeke): in RIOT (Bad Boy Escorts) (Gale and Zeke are getting their own books)
Soul Stain (Kade, Sawyer and Mariska): In OCEAN (Damage Control series #5) (they will get their own series)
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NOTE: this is my only M/M book so far. All the other books mentioned here are MF.
Acknowledgments
First of all, like always, a huge shout-out to all of you wonderful readers for joining me on this journey and making it so much fun. You are the best people.
Big thanks go to my amazing readers’ team for their support, ideas and enthusiasm. I can always count on you to brighten my day.
Extra special grateful to the following people:
For answering my medical questions, to Amanda Wilson Bishop, Rebecca Teem and Lumi Daoi (and all of you who wrote to tell me you could help as well!). Any remaining inaccuracies are of course on me.
To Clarissa Wild for telling me about broken legs, metal rods, anti-blood clotting injections and everything one has to know about broken bones. If I got something wrong, then that is my fault.
To my awesome Beta readers for reading on super short notice, answering my questions, catching mistakes and offering their suggestions: Sam Destiny, Kerry Fletcher, Jayne Wheatley, Diana Dimitrova, Courtney Jewell, Rachael Horton, Vicki Pearce, Konny Doerbeck, Elisa Griffin, Cassie May, Delia Petrano, Maxine McCormick, and Brandy Freeman.
To my writing sprint partners. Couldn’t have done it without your constant encouragement and support, ladies! Above all my thanks go to my Shadowhunter Malec girls Sam Destiny, Stephanie Witter and Michelle Horst—but also to Delia Petrano, Clarissa Wild, Aimie Jenniston, Vicki Pearce, Jamie Summer, Lilly Holden, Deanna Roy, Olivia Rigal, Stevie J. Cole, Rosa Swann, Lacey Silks, and Isabella Starling.
Eternal thanks to my superwoman PA Tracy Comerford for all her help and for reminding me to breathe, and also to my amazing friends Jade West, Lisa Anderson, Kia Zi Shiru, Lisa Anderson, J.A. Beard, Rebecca Teem, Michelle McGinty, Lainey Da Silva and for their help, support and precious friendship!
My gratitude to my amazing formatter, 5 Times Chaos, to photographer Eric Battershell for the lovely cover photo and to the cover designer Clarissa Wild of Booming covers for creating a cover just as I had it in my mind.
Huge thanks to my amazing editor, like always.
I always forget people in my acknowledgments. If you have read my books, chatted with me, reviewed for me or even just wrote to say hi, please know I am grateful for your support.
Jo Says
Just a few words here. I avoided showing you the Damage Control families much because I am about to write the epilogue to that series and that’s where I will explore their happy endings – weddings, babies and all. Didn’t want to give too many spoilers here!
As mentioned above, Soul Stain are getting their own series.
Riot’s book already exists – but I am planning to write sequels for his two friends, Gale and Zeke.
Do you think a sequel/epilogue to Jagged Edge would be a good idea—exploring more Jason’s past and Jason and Raine’s future together?
Also, I am thinking of turning this into the Edge trilogy—with the stories of Corey, and then Ethan.
~ JO
Author Bio
Jo Raven is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, best known for her series Inked Brotherhood and Damage Control. She writes edgy, contemporary New Adult romance with sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines. She writes about MMA fighters and tattoo artists, dark pasts that bleed into the present, loyalty and raw emotion.
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Have you read the Inked Brotherhood series?
Five boys brought together by fate. Five young men trying to overcome their troubled pasts. Five tattoos marking them as a brotherhood built on tragedy. Will they find understanding and rise above the pain?
Five girls tied by friendship. Five young women fighting their own demons. Five lives laced with sorrow. Will they be strong enough to save the men they love and make them happy?
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The series comprises five interconnected, stand-alone novels: Asher, Tyler, Zane, Dylan and Rafe.
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After the Inked Brotherhood, comes DAMAGE CONTROL:
The Damage Control series is set in the same world as Inked Brotherhood. The boys of Damage Control were taken in by Zane Madden and Rafe Vestri and offered apprenticeship and work in the tattoo shop Damage Control.
The series comprises five interconnected, stand-alone novels: Micah, Jesse, Seth, Shane and Ocean.
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Do you like romantic suspense and bad boy millionaires? How about giving my new series, SEX AND BULLETS, a try?
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