Page 36 of Saving the Rain (Crimson Ridge #4)

“ Hmm ?” I arch an eyebrow at him, flicking the cap open. That click rockets around my truck like a gunshot and makes him shiver.

“Blushing and being all shy again?”

Kayce’s fingers claw the seat, and there’s a darker spot on the front of his sweats where the head of his dick strains against the damp fabric.

I don’t fucking care that I’m standing here with the rain still falling down on my cap and hitting my jacket.

I could climb in there and do this differently, but the sight of him spread out wantonly, looking up at me like this, is far too inviting.

Besides, I really, really do not think it’s a good idea for me to seal myself in that front seat with my stepbrother.

We’re already pushing boundaries to a breaking point and obliterating an unconscionable number of lines, all of which are supposed to separate two cowboys like us.

There’s every possibility I’m gonna end up doing something we’d both regret if I get any closer.

Especially if he’s a virgin when it comes to guys, like I suspect.

“I want...” Kayce braces his weight on one arm, and then quickly shoves his waistband down, until his cock leaps free. “I want to be good. For you .” He rushes out the last part, shuddering as he breathes life into those words.

Jesus. That damn near makes me feral. My dick pulses and demands to get involved, but that’s out of the question. He’s not ready for that, and I’m not sure either of us is in the headspace to make decisions of that nature right now.

Probably everything we’ve done to this point should fall under that category, too, if I’m being honest with myself.

But here Kayce is, offering himself up for anything I’m willing to give, and goddamn if I don’t love the look of him so responsive and straining, ready to be tormented.

With one hand, I reach out to wrap my palm around his rock-hard shaft, and tug him in a long glide from root to tip.

Kayce lets out a gritty, tortured groan and nearly melts into a puddle on the seat.

His expression tightens into a ball as he gets lost in the glide of my strokes.

Fucking hell, he’s so hot and smooth beneath my touch.

While he felt incredible last night, getting to run my fist up and down his velvety length like this feels exhilarating.

This whole scenario is totally wild and so surreal, but it doesn’t feel as forbidden as it, without a doubt, should.

I can’t explain it, but touching him at this moment—while we’re both wet with raindrops and the windows of my truck are fogging up from how hard we’re both breathing—only feels completely natural.

I give him a few more strokes, then drizzle lube into my palm. His gaze tracks my actions, mouth hanging parted, watching transfixed as I reach down to take his cock back in my hold.

“Raine—oh—fuck—god.” His lips and body shiver. Words mumble out as his fingers clutch at the leather. The sensations he’s undoubtedly feeling have him completely at my mercy.

“How badly do you want me to fuck you, my pretty thing?” My breathing intensifies as I watch his shaft pulse and twitch beneath my palm.

He’s leaking harder now; drops of precum mix with the lube, and his veins stick out prominently along his length.

Of course, he’s got a gorgeous dick to match his golden boy good looks.

He’s chewing on that puffy bottom lip, unable to answer. Suspended somewhere in an out of body state where all he can do is keep bouncing his gaze. His stare flickers between my hand, squeezing and twisting as I run up and down his shaft, returning to meet my eyes, then back down again.

I like seeing him just like this.

Far too much.

I shouldn’t be saying any of this kind of shit out loud.

They’re just words, but goddamn does it feel right to push him and shove at him to see how far he wants this to go.

Getting Kayce to reveal what is actually going on inside his head is like my own secret little game.

It feels like winning to be the only one he admits things to.

“Looks like you’re a desperate little slut for someone to come along and fuck that tight ass of yours.

” I let go of his dick and load up some more lube before slipping my hand beneath him.

With the other, I shoot out a palm to steady myself against the doorway of my truck and brace my weight while letting my slick fingers explore.

Kayce turns into a shuddering, trembling mess. Eyes completely lust-blown now. Angling his hips, he tries to spread his knees wider, but his sweats get in the way. I kind of like that he’s trapped, because it makes it more apparent he’s trying his hardest to give me better access.

“Holy fuck.” A raw, needy whine of surprise escapes his throat in response to my touch. Circling over his rim, I press and rub slowly, easing him into the sensation.

My body is white-hot. I wouldn’t even know it was raining outside, scorching sun might as well be beating down on my neck. It could be midsummer for all I know because my skin feels undeniably overheated.

He’s so damn tight, and yet so ready and willing. The more I keep working him, the more he blooms for me. All while feeding me those choppy, breathy groans and whimpers that drive me absolutely insane.

“Jesus. Look how much of a mess you’re already making. All from the thought of me slipping into your tight little hole.” At the sound of my voice, his dick keeps leaking and kicks, bobbing against his stomach.

“Fuck. Fffffuck . That’s...” His face contorts with pleasure, words dying on his lips as I press a finger inside and gently start to work him.

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” I growl, as his hands start to inch toward his pulsing cock.

He’s so hard and swollen, it’s a dizzying sight to appreciate, but I’m too much of an asshole to let him lie there and relieve himself.

Right now, I’m selfish enough to want to watch him absolutely lose his goddamn mind.

I didn’t get to touch him last night—didn’t dare allow myself to—so it feels only right if we’re gonna rampage across all these lines and plunge into the forbiddenness of this moment, he’ll lie there and take everything.

“Good boys swallow my fingers. This ass has never had a fat cock in it before, has it?” I study his face, as his breathing shallows more and more. “No... the way you just clenched around me, snowflake, I know you haven’t. But you’ve been dreaming about it, haven’t you?”

Kayce nods without hesitation. “ Please .”

“So sweet when you want to be.” I hum and keep stroking inside him. Sinking deeper, until I feel him quake and let out a sultry little noise, a gasp of unrestrained pleasure.

“ Mmmmfuck.Ohgod.There. ” His mouth moves, panting breaths hitching higher in rapid succession. All these desperate little whining sounds pour out. He responds beautifully as I graze his prostate again and again.

“You’re so tight.” I can’t help but groan as I keep working that spot, and he starts to fall apart.

It takes no time at all, and he’s wild-eyed, staring at me like I’ve just tossed him off a cliff edge, as his body shudders with the intensity of his climax about to claim its hold.

“That’s it. Just like that,” I rasp out the words, transfixed by his expression and then the sight of his dick, the glistening crown right fucking there.

Enticing me to lean forward and wrap my lips around him, to blow his entire goddamn mind.

A temptation, a feral need to taste him, that I willfully ignore.

“Jesus. What... what is... oh god. Ffffuck .” Kayce’s palms slap against the faded leather seat, and his ass grips my finger tighter.

His cock swells, throbs, and fucking unloads with a gasping rush of curses flying from his mouth.

Cum spurts out in thick ropes as he bursts from merely having a finger tease his ass.

It’s hypnotic watching him throb and quiver, without a single stroke of his length.

And my own pulse is racing harder than ever at the knowledge that he just unloaded cum all over himself, and it was under my touch.

In my front seat.

Splayed out and moaning for me.