by C. M. Owens
"Answer the damn question, Raya. Do. You. Like. Him?"
Anger is still there, dammit. Take a deep breath before she bolts.
"Yes. I liked him. He was nice, and sweet, and he didn't judge me for being less than the rest of you," she says bitterly, hiccupping out a whimper afterwards, and making my heart sink to my toes.
She likes him? After all I've gone through to get close to her, Lyle walks in and spends one night with her and... she likes him?
"So, you want to, what? Date Lyle? Fuck Lyle? What were you planning to accomplish with a guy you knew five fucking seconds before you ran off with him?"
She spins around, and with the moonlight giving me a decent view, I see her tears. I also see an angry scowl that promises me I should have kept my cool instead of being a dick.
"It wasn't a date, and I wasn't planning to fuck him, you asshole! He didn't want me sitting around like the outsider I felt like when you ran off to be with your ex-girlfriend. I didn't want to be here when the two of you came back reunited and happily in lust. I get it. I really do. I'm not good enough for you. I figured that out pretty quickly, but I was stupid enough to dare to dream. I couldn't see it though. I couldn't watch my hopes be crushed. So I went with Lyle to avoid the sting. Is that what you want to hear?"
I could spank her ass for saying she's not good enough. But she wants me. That's the part I'm focusing on. Finally! I've had to go to hell and back for this moment.
She turns her back on me, and I make quick strides to get to her.
"Close enough," I say before grabbing her and turning her to face me, crushing my lips to hers the second I get an angle.
I almost get dizzy when it all becomes surreal. I've been waiting for this moment, needing it, and it's finally here.
Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as she moans into my mouth. We need to get out of here in case someone comes to check on her. This is so not getting interrupted. I want her in my room and on my bed.
I pick her up, trying not to get too excited when she goes willingly, wrapping her legs around my waist and clamping me to her. When she starts exploring my mouth with her tongue, paying special attention to the bar in it, I start worrying I'm not going to make it past foreplay without embarrassing myself.
I kick the door shut to my room, ready to have my way with her. She moans again, but this time it's hungrier, and my hold tightens as I jerk her closer by her ass. When we drop to the bed, I stay between her legs, refusing to be separated for even a second.
I start exploring her body with my hands, feeling her skin so close through the thin fabric of the leggings, and I'm worried my dick is going to explode.
"Damn," I whisper, feeling each perfectly placed curve, each soft, yet firm piece of skin, as I silently worship her.
"What's wrong?" she asks, sounding worried for reasons unbeknownst to me.
"I have to get you out of these," I say more to myself than her as I start pushing down those tormenting things, refusing to look before I've got her naked.
I toss them to the far corner of the room, and then I quickly discard her shirt, sending it to the same spot.
As I stare down at the thin threads of her underwear, I see everything I've been fantasizing about, but it's so much better. That small peek I took doesn't compare to having the whole canvas spread out in front of me. If I was a weaker man, I'd cry right now.
"Raya, if you don't want this, tell me now," I murmur while leaning down to taste her, pressing a kiss to her flat, smooth stomach.
Please don't say no. Please don't say no.
I drag my lips gingerly against her skin, finding that sexy place between her navel and her sex. She moves beneath me, her body's reaction to my sensual touch, and I fight to keep my composure.
She hasn't answered me, so I look up, praying she hurries up and gives me permission. Her eyes meet mine, but instead of using words, she arches her hips and presses herself against my chin, making me groan inwardly.
That's permission enough for me.
I start kissing her through the thin, soft material of her panties, using all my self control to take my time, needing to savor this moment after waiting for so long. She's wet, needy, and ready for me. Good. If she had chosen Lyle, this night would have gone differently.
And I'm too pretty for prison.
I continue pressing my lips against her sex, but when she presses herself harder against me, my control wavers, and my groan escapes my grasp. I don't know how I manage to strip her panties off without ripping them, but they join the pile of forgotten clothing, and I return to her, wanting no barriers between my mouth and her body.
The first flick of my tongue is nearly her undoing, and the sounds she releases almost unman me.
"Keep doing that, and I won't be good for anything," I murmur, pressing my lips back against her and sucking while flicking my tongue at the same time, making her whimper and shiver.
I really didn't expect this to turn me on quite this much. Leave it to Raya to change the way I feel about everything.
Using the bar in my tongue like the tool she wants it to be, I push her closer, loving the way she grabs my hair and tugs it none too gently. It makes me want to be buried deep inside her, but first I want her to fall off the edge this way.
I smile when her hips start to buck, and I forcefully pin her down, making her endure everything I have to offer.
Then it happens. The cry she releases and the way she shudders in my hands makes me almost combust. And I let her ride out the wave until she's done. Each kiss I place on her on my way back up provokes a small shiver, and I can't help but smile.
Her eyes stay closed and she remains motionless as I push her bra off. It starts to worry me when she doesn't even make an attempt to touch me. She's either depleted or she just thought too much about what we're doing.
"Raya?" I say, laughing nervously when she remains unresponsive.
Her fucking tits would have to be perfect, too. Figures.
I pull a nipple into my mouth, unable to deny myself that while I have her splayed out in front of me.
"Raya, you with me?" I ask, flicking my tongue and trying to drive her crazy, needing her to touch me.
She whimpers, but she still doesn't touch me. More dread fills me, so I start kissing my way up to her neck. I almost sigh in relief when she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me to her.
But she just holds me. She still doesn't make a move to do more, nor does she give me indication that she wants to move forward with this. I pray I don't end up in another cold shower, but I don't want to make her do anything she's not ready for.
"We can stop if you're not ready," I say softly before pressing my lips to hers, needing to taste more of her.
Her eyes open at last, and she meets my gaze. "I don't want to stop," she whispers against my lips, making me smile as I kiss her harder.
She starts trying to pull my shirt off, and I quickly oblige, pulling it over my head and tossing it away. Then I return to the kiss that turns heavy, desperate, and carnal, leaving me with a heady rush. My tongue becomes her favorite thing as she draws it in, begging it to play.
She starts to mess with my pants, trying to get them undone, and I hurry to help her before she gets shy on me. I bite her bottom lip as I push my pants open.
"Christ," I say in a reverent breath when her hand slips down and grabs my aching cock, taking a firm hold as she tugs me.
I'm praying I don't embarrass myself and explode in her hand. But those delicate fingers are gripped tightly, and it's hard to hold back. I just wish she'd lose control the way I am.
"Take me," she says suddenly, surprising the shit out of me.
She still seems tentative, but I'm sure that's because this is a new step for us. She's only been with one guy. I have to remember that.
It's completely ungraceful, but I manage to knock my pants off and then I lean over to grab a condom, ready to rock her world so thoroughly that she'll beg for more. No pressure, Ka
de.
Suddenly, I'm being pushed to my back very forcefully, and Raya comes to straddle me, taking control in a way I didn't expect. I start laughing just to keep from weeping with joy.
"Hell yes," I say, feeling as though I just tasted heaven when her lips find mine. "Much better."
"What?" she asks against my lips.
"You're finally acting like you want to do this," I mutter through the kiss.
She leans back, breaking the kiss, and she studies my body, not bothering to hide it this time. She pays extra attention to my various tattoos, seeming be lost in thought.
"I really want to do this," she says, then lowers herself to kiss my side, dragging her tongue across the line of a tattoo.
As she kisses my body, a harsh breath escapes my lips, and she starts rubbing against my cock, promising she's not going to make lasting easy for me.
Oh shit.
Her lips find the tip of my erection, and I swear silently, tensing my body painfully to keep from losing it.
"Raya," I murmur, feeling strained. She can't do this. I'll never last, oh but fuck me, it feels good.
"Mm?" she hums, sounding as if she's amused, and then she takes me deep—deeper than I expected, making me feel as though I'm about to die from pleasure.
"Fuck," I moan, feeling her tongue swirl as she sucks. I'll die happy.
I drop my head back when I can't watch her, and my hands are in her hair before I can stop myself. I silently curse her when she slowly comes up and then just as slowly goes down, taking me at a pace that is meant for stronger men than I am.
I can't take it. I'm going to lose myself in her mouth, and I have to be inside her. She giggles when I jerk her off me and toss her to the bed, putting her beneath my body.
"You're trying to torture me," I say, unable to keep my grin away when I see her excited smile.
After putting the condom on, I nudge her legs apart as I take my place between them. It's a beautiful sight to see the girl you want spread wide and ready for you. It's even better when it's Raya Capperton.
My tip plays at her entrance, and she arches those damn hips in invitation, making it hard not to slam into her. But I want to see her eyes when I sink in.
She meets my gaze, and that's all it takes, I thrust forward, filling her up with one stroke, and then I start worrying about saying something stupid when I feel her meld to me. A perfect fit. Nothing has ever felt this good. I only thought I was addicted; now I'm obsessed.
Instead of saying everything rattling around in my brain and risking sounding a little crazy, I choose to let out a sigh that says it all.
"Finally," I exhale, still in awe. "Damn, you feel so good."
My lips brush hers seconds before I withdraw and plunge back in. When those sexy sounds start coming from her again, I lose the ability to take this slow.
I rise up, leaving my body angled above hers, and then I start pushing in quicker and harder, praying it's not too much for her. When she tilts her hips, letting me go deeper, I swear I see heaven behind my eyelids. It takes a second to realize that growling moan is coming from me.
Everything in me heats, and my body starts moving faster, more powerfully. When she lets her girly grunts free as our bodies collide, I start praying to last long enough to make this incredible for both of us.
The crushing kiss I deliver her seems to be exactly what she wants, and she claws at me, telling me with that action how close she is. Then her walls clench around me, milking me, and my name tears through her lips as she breaks the kiss.
That's all I can take. I thrust one last time, stilling inside her as deep as I can go, and my body trembles as I find the best release of my life. My head drops to my chest as a held breath comes out almost painfully. Now that she's mine, she seems even more beautiful. I don't know if I'll ever let her wear clothes at home again.
Exhausted, I fall to the bed, dragging her with me and wrapping her up as tightly as possible. I hope she doesn't plan on moving for a while, because I can't let go just yet.
"I've wanted to do that for so, so long," I say breathlessly, gulping down air like I can't get enough.
"You should have said something sooner," she murmurs, sounding high or drunk. Not sure which, but it feels damn good.
All I can do is snicker. But then her words from earlier come to mind, and I decide to clear some shit up.
"Don't ever say you're not good enough for me again, because I've never, ever once thought that. If anything, it's the other way around. I've been trying my damnedest to figure out a way to cross this... threshold."
She kisses my chest, and her small fingers start trailing lines over my skin. Damn, it feels good to have her touching me.
"The threshold has definitely been crossed—possibly ripped up and thrown away," she says with her sweet grin.
I start laughing, but then the front door opens and shuts. We both get still and quiet, acting like children who don't want to be caught in the act.
"If he gets back with Courtney, I'll kick his ass myself," Mom says angrily, making me roll my eyes.
But Raya gets tense beside, so I kiss her, reassuring her that there's no way in hell I'd choose someone else.
"He wants Raya. Stop being so dramatic. Kade's a smart boy. He'll figure it out. We need to meet Melanie."
Dad's an ass, but at least he's smart. No way in hell I'd ever date Courtney again.
"Fine," Mom grumbles. "I just need my purse. You may want to call Raya and make sure she's okay."
Raya and I discuss things in whispers as Mom and Dad leave, and I fill her in on most of the night, everything leading up to the bar. Finally, I make it to the point where I need to tell her how I feel, in case my demonstration wasn't enough.
"I'm sorry I lost it. I just saw you with Lyle... and I saw red. It was... stupid, but I've been falling for you for so long... it just.. I couldn't—"
Her lips find mine, silencing my ramble, and I pull her to me, needing as much as possible. Raya Capperton has just ruined me. There will never be anyone else who even comes close to making me feel this way.
Someone yells my name seconds before my bedroom door swings open.
"What the hell?" I ask in my dry morning voice, glaring at Tag like he's lost his damn mind.
He could have seen Raya—
Where's she at?
Hot breaths on my hip answer that while making my morning arousal painful. Picturing Raya's body in the light is already driving me mad.
"Sorry," Tag huffs, reminding me he's still here. "Your mother called and said Raya never came back last night. She's pissed at you, and your parents both went out looking for her. Her bags are in her room. For some ungodly reason, your mom thought she might have crashed with me at my place. I told her I knew you had it bad for her, and I'd never cross that line. She didn't believe me."
Tag sounds wounded, but I'm a little distracted by the fact my mother thinks I'd let my girl wander around Aspen. Actually, it pisses me off. But my ugly scowl involuntarily turns into a grin when I pull the sheet back, only exposing Raya's face that is dangerously close to my lower half.
Her eyes meet mine, and a sweet blush crawls over her cheeks, making her look even better than I thought this morning. Tag needs to go.
"As you can see, Raya is perfectly safe," I say smugly, not caring if Tag notices the fact that I'm naked. Maybe he'll leave quicker.
Tag bursts out laughing as Raya pulls the sheets tighter over her chest. Like I'd let Tag see her perfect tits. He'd stalk her if he saw them. And I'd end up killing a man I call family.
"Fucking finally," Tag says through his laughter.
"That's what I said," I say, giving Raya a grin.
She rolls her eyes while snuggling in closer to me, and I slide down to start trailing kisses over her face as Tag pulls out his phone. When my lips find hers, everything feels just as perfect as it did last night. No regrets. She doesn't regret it.
"Good morning," I murmur softly, unable to control my stupid gri
n. "Still good?"
"Definitely," she says breathily, killing any worries I might have had about this going too fast for her.
"Yeah," Tag says into his phone. "She's safe... No, she was here all night... Where did I find her?" When Tag turns toward us, I see the mischief in his eyes. He's determined to embarrass the hell out of Raya. "Kade's bed."
Raya in my bed. I could get used to that.
"Oh no," she groans, embarrassed. She covers her head when I start chuckling.
But my laughter fades once the sight of her is gone and she's no longer distracting me. I can't believe Mom thinks I'd just leave Raya out there alone.
"Tell my mother I'd never let Raya wander the streets all night. I wouldn't have been here if she had been missing."
Tag smirks, but my breath gets caught in my throat when Raya starts kissing my side, letting her full lips drag across my skin. Early morning tease.
I start rubbing her back, prompting Tag to get lost with my eyes. The bastard doesn't take the hint. Raya's lips start inching toward my cock, her head moving under the covers and drawing Tag's eyes.
"You can get lost now," I growl, glaring at him when I see him thinking shit he shouldn't be thinking.
"I bet," Tag says knowingly, shutting the door behind him.
I jerk the covers back just as Raya's mouth takes me, making my breaths painful. Holy shit. I'm definitely ruined. Best. Morning. Ever.
Chapter Twelve
"It's been forever since you had a party. What the hell, Kade?" Brock asks.
I tuck the phone between my shoulder and ear as I dump the last of the tuna cans into the trash. I've been busying myself all day with meaningless tasks to keep my mind off why Raya isn't answering her phone.
She left earlier, wouldn't tell me where she was going, and now I'm starting to get worried. I realize we've only been dating for three weeks, but I don't like her keeping secrets from me.
"Sorry. I've been busy," I lie.
It's hard to share Raya right now, and a party takes up too much of my time. Not to mention, Raya isn't overly fond of parties. Maybe after some of the new wears off I'll get back to business. Right now I just want to enjoy this.