Page 52 of Saving the Rain (Crimson Ridge #4)

Because that’s evidently all I can control.

Who am I kidding... there is no scenario in which my stepbrother would leap enthusiastically into a heart-to-heart about feelings and the complexities of two cowboys suddenly finding out they fit really, really well together—especially where orgasms are concerned.

Pretty sure he’d sprint for the nearest airport within seconds if I tried to put a label on this.

And maybe that’s all I need right now..

. to stay in the bounds of the undefined .

Perhaps being ok with enjoying hot as fuck sex, without the complications of a title or established boundaries regarding a relationship, is what I need.

To keep it casual in order to figure out who I am in the wreckage of my former life as the smartass screw-up and bareback bronc rider.

Except as soon as I even think about my connection with Raine being nothing but meaningless fucking, my nose scrunches up.

Winnie stamps her hoof and dramatically shakes her head with a snort.

“Yeah. I hate that idea, too.” I chuckle.

“Snow’s here.” That deep rumble of his fills the barn and sets all those wings in my stomach kicking up a notch, or ten.

When I take in the sight of him, I see tiny flecks of white clinging to the brim of his hat as he leads Peaches inside the barn.

“Sheriff Hayes reckoned it would only be a light flurry today.” As he talks, I try not to outright stare at the sight of his hands running over the neck of a horse.

Well, I try but fail miserably because there’s something entirely hypnotic about the way his veins stand out with that sexy ink, and oh god, I really am so fucking swept up in him.

“Need anything else taken care of out here?” He makes quick work of Peaches’ tack, running through the motions with a quiet, confident ease that is so immensely attractive.

I also hear it. That silent before I leave hovering unspoken on the end of that sentence.

“Nah, I’m good.” Clearing my throat, I walk across to help out with removing the saddle and carry it to the tack room. “Thanks for the help... you know, getting everything done today. ”

As I let the calming scents of leather and hay swirl around my senses, I can hear Raine’s boots over the hammering of my heartbeat. Even though my eyes aren’t on him, my awareness has got a laser-lock on exactly where he is at all times.

It only takes a moment, barely a second after I step back out into the main aisle of the barn, that strong hands seek me out.

Raine swoops a powerful arm around my ribs, catching me off guard, and pushes me up against the stall. His eyes glitter at me with that fierce look he gets, the one that disarms me without having to even say a word.

“ Mmm , you didn’t answer my question.” The tone of his voice dips into that deeper, more raspy octave, and I feel it reach right through the layers I’m wearing. I feel his heat in more than just the places he’s pressed against my body, pinning me against the wooden wall at my back.

“I didn’t?” I swallow hastily, with my cock springing to life at the prospect of wherever this is heading.

“What else do you need taken care of?” That all-consuming gaze wanders from my eyes, down to my mouth. When he settles there, I have to fight the urge to buckle on the spot because his pupils blow out into two endlessly dark pools of night.

Gaping at him, I’m unable to form any kind of coherent thought or words. He surely cannot mean what I think he means, and why does he look ready to consume me alive right here in the middle of this barn?

“I’m about to get in my truck.” He cocks his head to one side, and torrid intensity erupts in his stare when his focus lifts to the place where my cap sits underneath my hood.

“So now’s your chance to ask for what you need, pretty boy.

” With one of those strong hands, he reaches up to push at the soft material, pooling it around the back of my neck, and the sudden flow of cold air leaves a track of goosebumps peppering my skin.

A supreme level of confidence rolls off him, like he knows exactly how securely I’m transfixed. That I couldn’t flee this if I tried.

He flips my cap onto the ground, then does something that leaves my body lighting up from head to toe .

Raine lifts his hat off his head, and settles it on mine.

The warmth of the felt and scent of him claims me, triumphant and powerful, just like the look of satisfaction that twitches on the corner of his lips, and he firmly presses the heel of his palm into my torso. A silent command. Stay.

Jesus. I’ve always laughed at moments when I’ve seen other cowboys drop their hat onto the head of a pretty girl while out at bars. I’ve always rolled my eyes at the clichédness of it all.

Now? Sign me the fuck up for having Raine put his hat on my head while looking at me with a special kind of depraved wickedness.

Just when I think there’s no possible way I could be any more at his mercy, the unimaginable happens.

A sight that will forever be written upon my psyche, further completing my utter ruination at his hands.

Raine starts to move, and I realize in that split-second that this man is about to drop to his knees. For me.

I’m gasping, reaching out to fist his jacket before he can properly start to lower to the ground.

My efforts stop him as I grip his collar tight.

My eyes must go comically round, I’m sure of it.

“Oh my god. No—you—you don’t have to do that .

” Christ, I’m a stammering mess. Immediately feeling like this is supposed to be the other way around.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He gives me one of those piercing looks. The kind that feels a whole lot like being scolded and yet, leaves my dick leaping to attention at the same time.

“But...” I wet my lips, ransacking around for the proper way to explain this. “You fuck me... like, isn’t there some rule about who does this to the other person or something?” God, my pulse is a blur of thrumming hummingbird wings in my throat.

“There are no rules.” Raine leans forward, letting his lips and stubble graze the side of my neck when he hovers right over that sensitive point.

“And what if I enjoy knowing that I can make you spill cum like this, too? What if seeing you lose your goddamn mind like a little slut is the thing that gets me off hardest?”

It’s official. I’m dead. Buried. Six feet below this barn.

“Holy fuck. You can’t just hit me with stuff like that.”

Leaning his body against mine, his weight presses our groins together, and my length rapidly hardens at all his delicious bulk covering me. My own personal Raine-blanket.

“Why? Does it make you squirm, snowflake?”

It absolutely does. His hot words leave me panting and horny, and asshole that he is, he knows it too.

“Look how flushed you get.” He muses, while drawing back to study me from beneath a hooded gaze.

“I bet this cock is nice and thick, greedy for the idea of being in my mouth, hmm . When I undo your jeans, am I going to find you weeping for me? Making a mess of yourself because you’re craving my tongue to lick you all over? ”

“Raine. Jesus.” There is absolutely no stopping the way my hips lift off the wall and grind against him.

He leans in closer again. Voice wickedly low and tempting when his breath fans across my lips. “I wonder if you’d drip cum when I push my tongue against your tip, flick it a little until you lose your mind?”

“You’re killing me.” I’m already losing my mind.

“Are you aching, my sweet boy? Could I just keep talking to you like this? Maybe all I gotta do is tell you to hump my leg, and you’d blow your load all over yourself. The only thing I need to do is whisper in your ear, and you'll fall apart.”

A fevered groan of desperation escapes me. Words bubble up before I can do anything to stop them. “I want?—”

“ Mmm , there you go. Tell me what you want. I like hearing you get a little extra nasty when you’re horny and impatient.”

“I want your mouth... please ... let me have your mouth.” Fuck me sideways, is there anything else I’ve wanted more than to know what it feels like to sink past his lips?

“You’re such a hot-blooded little thing when your dick wants to be played with. Because that’s what you like, isn’t it? Someone like me, with a man’s touch, with a scratch of a beard and sharp teeth, who can bruise you and suck on you properly, until your eyes roll back in your head.”

Holy fuck. I nod. Rendered voiceless.

“Yeah. You don’t want a soft, tender, sweet cunt bouncing up and down on your cock. You want to have your ass eaten, and balls licked, and you want to be pounded into so hard you see stars all night long.”

“Raine, you’re gonna end me right here. You’re such a fucking asshole.”

He goes in for the kill. Dusting his mouth over my pulse point.

“How hard are you right now, hmm ? How fat does this perfect,” Kiss “...pretty boy cock of yours,” Lick “...get when you’ve got a real cowboy to look after you?

” Bite . “How desperate are you to fill my throat with cum because you know it’ll please me? ”

“ I am—I want—ohmyfuckinggod—” Raine slips one hand between us and cups my erection through my jeans.

His other hand takes my jaw in a pinching hold. Shoving two fingers in my mouth, he presses down on my tongue and watches with rapt fascination as my eyes drift back with pleasure.

“That’s it, feed me all those horny little sounds, snowflake.

You drive me insane with the way this mouth looks, you know.

.. always so ready to wrap around my cock and suck me down.

Walking around with that greedy stare, like the only thing you want is for me to unbuckle my jeans and feed you my dick.

To give you something to choke on until you’re a drooling mess. ”