“You are, Jem.”
“I guess.” Not strong enough, apparently, to resist Cage.
“Was that story for you or me?”
It was supposed to be for him, but, honestly, she wasn’t sure now. Sitting out in front of Ox and Trixie’s house had caused a huge knot in her stomach, then heading back to the trailer had turned that knot into a huge ball of anxiety.
She didn’t want complications. She wanted to help, find a job and head out without regret.
“Maybe I hoped letting it out would cleanse my soul.”
A fat drop of rain plopped on her arm. Then another. Neither of them moved.
She closed her eyes and lifted her face to the sky. The drops felt like warm tears on her cheeks.
She heard him rise and, when she opened her eyes, she saw him standing in front of her, offering his hand.
She shook her head. “The rain feels good. I’m going to sit outside for a little bit and let it wash away the memories.” He turned to go in. “Can you take my bag and sandals inside? I don’t want my stuff getting wet.”
Without a word, he grabbed her things and she waited until she heard the door shut before turning her face up again and letting the summer shower wash her “clean.”
It went from slow, fat drops to a steadier rainfall.
She had just stuck out her tongue to catch some drops, like she had with snowflakes as a child, when the door opened again.
He was going to tell her to come inside.
But he didn’t.
He came back out, only wearing his boxer briefs and surprised her by sitting back in his chair. “Could use a little bita soul cleansin’, too.”
What he said wasn’t even remotely sexual, but the gentle rumble of his voice made her toes curl and her lips part.
The rain was beginning to soak her shorts and top, but it wasn’t cold, and it felt soothing on her skin. Almost like a hug from Mother Nature.
Since it was dark and no one would see except Cage, and since he was already in his briefs, she decided to join him. She stood up and pulled her shirt over her head dropping it with a wet plop onto the chair she’d abandoned. She peeled her shorts down her damp legs and tossed them on top.
Then, in just her panties and bra, she took a few steps away from the chairs and stretched out her arms with her palms up, dropped her head back, closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue again.
The rain clung to her eyelashes, weighed down her hair, washed down her body and collected in her palms. She breathed slowly in and out of her nose and cleared her mind.
It felt freeing.
Wonderful.
Cleansing.
Healing.
Chapter Thirteen
His heat and presence touched her even before he did. At first she thought it was his lips lightly brushing over hers. She realized it was the tips of his fingers.
She lifted her head and opened her eyes to stare up at him in the dark. In the now pouring rain.
His eyes were hooded, his own lips parted, and he stood toe to toe with her, his body slick with rain. His chest rose and fell as if he’d run a mile.
She was sure, if she allowed herself to check, he’d be hard.
A violent shiver raced through her and it wasn’t from the downpour. It was from the electric charge between the two of them.
He had to feel the shock of it, too. Two lightning bolts, not coming from the sky, but from each other’s center. Sparking and cracking as they connected.
With a quickness she wasn’t expecting, he grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and her jaw with the other, crashing the two of them together. The shock of their mouths meeting made her gasp, and he took that opportunity to take control of the kiss and invade her mouth.
She pressed her palms to his chest to shove him away. To break this unexplainable pull, but when her hands made contact with his damp skin, she didn’t push, the touch grounded her instead.
His pounding heart beat against her palm, like her hand was the only thing keeping it from breaking free of his chest.
After a few moments, he pressed his wet forehead to hers, breaking the kiss, and both of them simply breathed.
Before she could say something... anything... he claimed her mouth again, not soft and gentle this time. Hard. Rough. Powerful.
The hand holding her jaw slid down her arm and around to her back, dropping to grip her ass and yank her against him, close enough so his erection was sandwiched tightly between them. Only two layers of soaked cotton separated them.
Her panties were not only soaked from the rain but from his kiss. From his commanding touch.
From the deep groan that vibrated through his chest under her fingers.
From the hard press of his erection against her lower belly.
With excruciating slowness he rocked his hips, his cock sliding against her, making her pussy throb even harder, making her nipples want to punch right through the fabric of her bra.
It wasn’t rainwater dampening the crux of her thighs. It was her aching need to have him inside her.
To have him on top of her.
Beneath her...
She needed to stop this.
Before it was too late.
Before it went beyond a kiss.
She twisted her head, ending it, and he panted against her wet cheek. His groan filled her ear, “Jemma.”
“Chris...”
“Lemme show you how good it could be...”
No, she didn’t need proof.
He grabbed her upper arm, spun her around and pulled her against him, his cock now pressed into the crease of her ass. The fingers that had been curled around the back of her neck, now gripped her throat firmly.
His heaving, bare chest pressed into her back as the sky continued to open up upon them, not even slowing a little. His right hand cupped her breast over her drenched bra, and her breath caught as he slipped inside to roll the hard, aching tip between his thumb and forefinger. Her back arched and her head slammed back against his shoulder. The fingers around her throat tightened even more, holding her hostage against him.
“Chris...” His name spilled from her lips on a ragged whisper.
She needed to stop this. To collect her wits and go inside. To free herself from his hold. Not the physical one, that was easy. From the sexual and emotional one, which was more difficult.
When she reached to pull his hand away from her throat, she kept hers there instead.
When he pulled the other from inside her bra and planted it on her belly, she covered it with her own. She pushed it, not away, but lower.
Not discouraging him. But encouraging.
Not telling him this was wrong. But right.
He splayed his fingers along her lower belly, the tips brushing along the elastic waistband of her panties. Playing with the very edge.
Teasing her.
His name got caught in her throat and she was glad it did. Because she wasn’t going to tell him to stop, but to keep going.
He didn’t need the words, he took his cues from her. From the encouraging way she slid the crease of her ass along his steel-hard cock. From the beat of her breath against his cheek, from her endless groan as he slipped his hand into her panties and drew a finger between her slick folds.
“Fuck,” he breathed into her ear. “Fuck, Jem...”
One finger, then a second glided easily inside her. She was open and ready for him.
She bit the inside of her cheek so she wouldn’t beg him for more.
With a slow, steady rhythm, he pumped his fingers in and out of her. As deep as he could go. His thumb twirled and pressed her sensitive clit, sending shockwaves all the way to her fingers and toes.
She began rocking against him at the same pace as his thrusting, but it wasn’t enough. With each tip of her hips, she encouraged him to go faster.
“Need to be inside you,” he growled.
Oh fuck, she did, too...
No. She was losing her mind.
No. What she needed to do was slam her foot on the brakes and stop this.
No. This was not a good idea.
It was a horrible idea.
Everything about this was wrong.
Wasn’t it?
His hot breath beat against her wet skin in rapid pants. His erection thickened and pulsed between her ass cheeks.
A growl rose from the back of his throat and caused a shudder to shoot through her. Her breasts felt swollen, her puckered nipples painfully hard. Her mouth had gone dry.
“Wanna fist your hair while I fuck your mouth,” went into her ear and landed directly in her core, making her even wetter.
Right now, she was so far gone, she’d give him whatever he wanted to send her over that steep edge.
Right now, nothing existed but him.
“Ride my fingers, baby. That’s it. Stay with me.” His voice, an octave lower than normal, had a rough edge to it as if he had to force the words from the bottom of his gut.
He whispered, “Keep soakin’ my fingers just like that. So fuckin’ wet, Jemma. So goddamn slick and hot. You’re squeezin’ me, pullin’ me deeper just like you would my cock,” and sank his teeth into her earlobe.
Her breathing became strained and shallow. Every time he plunged his fingers deep, his voice swirled through her mind, making her lose it.
“Wanna bury my face in your tits. Suck your nipples. Slide my dick between them. I dream of that, Jem. Fuckin’ your mouth, your tits. Your pussy. Your tight ass.”
Oh God, he needed to shut up before she screamed at him to bend her over and fuck her hard and fast in the downpour.
“Gonna take you everywhere. ‘Til there’s no place I haven’t touched, tasted, marked with my cum. Wanna eat your pussy ‘til you scream for me to stop. ‘Til you can’t take anymore.”
Yes, she wanted all of that. And more.
She bowed against him as far as she could, tilting her hips sharply and riding his erection with her ass as he relentlessly fucked her with his fingers. As he worked on coaxing an orgasm from her with his thumb.
His words, his touch, the grip on her throat.
Powerful. Demanding. Titillating.
Her thighs quivered, her knees wobbled. Her breathing caught in her restrained throat.
She rode his fingers and cock harder and faster, in a complete frenzy, and a whimper finally escaped.
“Jem, you’re gonna make me blow in my fuckin’ underwear.”
She didn’t care but she’d forgotten how to form the words to tell him that.
She just didn’t want him to stop.
Not yet.
Not until she came. Not until the ball of tension at her center burst into a million little pieces.
“Fuuuck, baby, I fuckin’ feel you.”
What started in her toes, shot up her legs and, when it hit her center, it exploded. Through her, around him.
His deep grunt was muffled by her cry.
He held her pinned against him because the orgasm stripped every bone from her body and her legs shook like Jell-O.
She didn’t pull away, but let him hold her as she tried to gather her strength, control her breathing.
His fingers were still gliding in and out of her, but now it was slow and gentle.
His rough “Fuck,” another deep grunt, his muscles tightening and one more hard thrust against her ass had her eyes popping open and the air rushing from her lungs, but she let him ride out his own orgasm.
It was only fair.
And with his long fingers still inside her, it sent her spiraling into another surprise orgasm of her own. Not as intense as the first, but just as satisfying.
She released a sigh when he stilled both his hips and his hand and simply held her close, his rough, whiskered cheek pinned to hers.
She slowly became aware of her surroundings once more. The rain had slowed to a light drizzle. The quiet only broken by their strained breathing and her heartbeat thumping in her ears.
As reality closed in, she realized what they did and how it would complicate things. Technically, they didn’t fuck, but they might as well have.
She had let him inside her and he had made her vibrate with want and need and then gave her the best damn orgasm she’d had in a long time. He knew what to do, how to do it and proceeded to shock the shit out of her.
The white-noise of the falling rain was broken by a deep rumble and this time it wasn’t from Cage.
This time it was from something else.
A single headlight and the loud exhaust of a sled was headed in their direction.
A Fury member returning home.
Cage went completely still behind her, every muscle tense, as he slipped his fingers from her and his hand from her panties.
She surged away from him and he released her neck just as whoever was on the back of that sled pulled it into the shed next to them.
Jemma spun on him, just as he drew the fingers he’d used to make her come from between his lips.
“Fuck, Jem. So goddamn delicious.”
She pressed shaky fingers to her mouth. Not because they’d been caught but because what they did suddenly became too real. A reminder that their world wasn’t centered on only two of them and what they just did.
No, their world was an intricate web of family and “brothers.” With a baby girl at the center.
All connected.
Holy shit.
“Don’t ever do that again,” she hissed right before whoever had been on that sled got within hearing range.
She took a step away from Cage, her legs still a bit weak, her mind spinning with the possible fallout of being caught. She wanted to escape into the trailer, but as Shade approached, she found herself frozen in place.
The man wasn’t going to ignore the two of them standing out in the rain in just their soaked underwear. She was glad the dark night hid the heat in her cheeks for them being caught with their pants down. Or off.
His narrowed eyes sliced from Cage to Jemma and back. “Everythin’ good here?”
That seemed to snap Cage back to the situation. “Yeah. Where you comin’ from?”
“Nowhere.” Shade turned toward her. “You good, Jemma?”
While she was shaken by what just happened, she needed to sound calm so Shade didn’t misconstrue the situation and run to Judge or Deacon with what he saw. Which was probably Cage grabbing her throat and pinning her against him. To anyone else it might look like he was forcing her to submit.
And, for fuck’s sake, if her brother got wind of that, Dyna might end up fatherless.
She licked her lips and swallowed her worry to give him a slight smile. “Yes, I’m good. We were just out here enjoying the warm rain. When we were kids, we used to strip down to our underwear and play in the rain, jumping in the puddles and... stuff.” Her added laugh sounded dry and forced.
She hoped to fuck he didn’t go to any of the rest of the Fury kids, like Trip or Stella, and ask them to confirm that lie.
Shade, with his hair pulled back tightly against his head, most likely due to the rain and the ride, focused on her for way too long. Even in the dark, the intensity of his stare sent a shiver sliding through her, and not the same kind Cage had caused. “That’s what it was?”
She opened her mouth, but Cage answered first. “Yeah, just a little reminiscin’.”
A soft cry came from the baby monitor on the chair. That was her cue to escape. She snagged it and bolted inside.
Cage could handle Shade. It would be in his best interest to make sure Shade believed her. That it was nothing other than them goofing off.
She ran into her room, quickly stripped out of her soaked panties and bra and pulled the T-shirt she slept in over her head. She yanked a pair of dry underwear out of the dresser, yanked it up her legs and hurried out of her room, across the trailer and into his, where Dyna was crying.
She lifted the baby from the bassinet and cooed to her, trying to figure out what she needed. She realized it was a
diaper change. She should make Cage do it since it was his “shift,” but simply holding Dyna settled her nerves a bit.
She had fallen in love with Cage’s daughter. And she’d be the reason Jemma would be heartbroken when she accepted one of the job offers coming in. It would be hard to say goodbye and not watch her grow up. To be with her through every stage of her childhood.
Simple things like crawling, getting her first tooth, standing and then walking.
Oh God, and hearing her say “Da-Da” for the first time.
She also wanted to see Cage’s face when Dyna finally said it. Simply imagining that moment made her eyes leak at the corners a little bit.
“Do you need your diaper changed, monkey?” With one hand, she cleared a spot on Cage’s messy bed and laid a waterproof pad down on the mattress. She settled the baby in the center of the pad and kept one eye on her while she located a small stack of clean diapers on the floor under the bassinet.
She cooed and made silly baby talk as she cleaned her up and put on a fresh diaper, wiggling the baby’s feet and hands, and blowing raspberries on her bare belly. She wrangled her back into the onesie, and, as she picked her back up for some cuddles and kisses, she heard the front door to the trailer slam shut.
Shit.
She was hoping Shade would’ve kept him occupied long enough for her to make her escape back into her bedroom. But maybe Shade didn’t consider standing out in the rain a cleansing of his soul.
“Jem,” came from the doorway. Deep. Rough. Even a bit tortured.
Her heart began to pound again, just like it had done outside while he touched her, kissed her, made her shatter from the inside out.
She couldn’t look at him. Not yet. Not when her emotions were still simmering along the surface.
She needed time and space to bury them deep again.
To remind herself of the reality of the situation.
She pressed a kiss to Dyna’s forehead and carefully placed the baby back in the bassinet. She stared down at her, her hand covering the baby’s chest and belly, making a connection through touch.
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