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For the next minute, the trailer rocked with his need and mine. Though I knew I couldn’t come like this, it was exactly what I needed.
At some point, he dropped my hands and his traveled the path along my spine to the crown of my head. Flattening his palm, he held my head down against the glass. “I watched you walk by so many times today, and all I thought about was this. Fucking you in this trailer.” His words came out in a growl, tormented, needy, and everything this was.
I was about to come when there was a knock on the trailer door. “I know you’re in there.” Casten chuckled. “Can I have my keys?”
“Shit,” Rager groaned, his pace slowing when the handle jiggled.
“Casten, you open that door and you better be ready to see your sister getting fucked doggy style,” I warned, my words strained.
Casten laughed again. “Nah, I’ll wait here until you’re done. Maybe get some pointers.”
Rager’s hand on my head tightened, taking a handful of my hair. “Don’t move,” he whispered. “I’m gonna come.”
“’Bout time. It’s been like two minutes.” Casten laughed. “You’ve got some stamina.”
I wanted to laugh, because clearly he was joking, but the sight of Rager coming, his entire body shaking as the pleasure worked through him subsided every other reaction I might have had. It was the most beautiful sight to see him this way, vulnerable, and, in love. Because that’s all I saw when he looked at me. Absolute adoration for his wife.
Slowly he eased out of me and tucked himself back into his shorts. “Excuse me while I kill your brother.”
Kicking the door open, he hit Casten with it. “Whoa, don’t aim that thing at me,” Casten told him, his laughter heard throughout the dark parking lot.
While they argued and Rager threw the keys in the gravel next to the trailer, I yanked my shorts up and righted my shirt. Fanning my face, I drew in a deep breath, my smile instant.
Exiting the trailer, I locked it back up and then headed toward our motor home after Rager got it hooked up. Casten eventually found the keys and told everyone in the parking lot waiting on us that Rager and I were in the T-shirt trailer fucking. Rager wasn’t pleased with him, but he wasn’t happy with my brother most nights. At least he and Axel got along.
Before we got inside the motor home to leave, Rager yanked me into his chest. “Thank you. You don’t know how badly I needed that.”
My back met the door, the warm metal soothing. “Probably as much as you needed that win.”
His lips met the curve of my neck and one hand squeezed my ass. “I’m pretty sure I needed this more.”
I had to agree. Though I hadn’t been in victory lane with him and our time in the trailer had been quick, it was amazing what those five minutes did for us. And I was thankful for it because the moment we entered the motor home, Knox was wide awake and ready to party.
Fucking three-year-olds. They could never get their sleep schedules under control.
“Daddy!” He lunged himself at Rager as he sat in the driver seat.
Rager caught him, holding him to his chest, as if he’d been waiting all day for a hug from his son. His eyes closed, a smile ghosting his lips. “Hey, Naughty Knox.”
Knox straddled his lap between his chest and the steering wheel. “Did you win?”
Rager pulled back, winking at our little boy. “I did. You proud of me?”
“I love you” was Knox’s answer. My heart melted. Though he’d certainly got the nick name Naughty Knox for a reason, he had a sweet side that he usually reserved for Rager.
Knox disappeared into the back when we started up the motor home. Rosa surfaced, a bag of chips in one hand and White Claw in the other. She leaned in between the two seats where we were seated and smiled. “Heard you two were fuckin’ in the trailer.”
Rager refused to acknowledge her, his eyes on Casten’s motor home in front of us, the brake lights casting his face in a red glow.
“How do you know about that? You’ve been sleeping the entire time.”
“I have cameras in there.”
Rager’s head snapped her direction. “Are you serious?”
“No. But I think I might now. I didn’t realize there’d be action in there.” And then she made a clawing motion at him.“Ray-grrrrr.”
“Keep it up and I’m going to make you ride with Casten again.”