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My blood is on fire as I hold him impossibly tight, feeling every flex of his abs. We’re both groaning with each rub of my length and pulse of my hips. It’s not as fast and possessive as I so determinedly want, but this feels incredible. He grips me harder and begs louder, and I lose myself in fucking him with the kind of rhythm that totally erases time.
“You look so good when you shake for me, baby.” I bite the bulge of muscle on his shoulder and soothe the sting with a lick.
“God... oh my god...” That quivering in his muscles intensifies, and he clenches around me tighter and tighter.
“No.Raine. My name is the one on your lips when you’re taking my dick, snowflake.” I hiss and punch my hips a fraction more forcefully.
“You feel so... so much... it’s so much more this time.” He’s virtually whimpering; all those greedy, pleasured sounds disappear into a sequence of soft groans.
Reactions that do wonders for my ego.
“That’s because my cock gets really nice and big for a little slut like you. With such a perfect ass.”
Kayce moans long and low, and I slip my hand down to wrap the base of his dick. He trembles and jerks as my fingers close around his shaft. The feel of him, rock-hard, leaking, and impossibly swollen with need, turns me frenzied.
“Fffuck. Yes. There you go.” I stroke him ruthlessly, pulsing my hips in time with each demanding pull. He dissolves into his climax with gasps, breathy little grunts, and curses. Beneath my hand, his cock pulses, spraying hot ribbons of cum. His slick release coats my fist, and he shoots everywhere while sobbing with relief. Ropes of cum hit the carpet, leaving a depraved goddamn mess.
“Look how you’re taking everything. Swallowing every inch. Such a good boy for me.” Dampness lines my brow, and it takes a monumental dose of self-control to see him through every last second of his orgasm first, before my own claws its way to the surface.
His body tries to arch, tries to seek out more, and I grip him tight in my cum-slicked fist as it all rushes in. My cock swells, and I vaguelyhear myself biting out my own stream of curses as I begin unloading. Cum jets out as my hips stutter and bury deep, as deep as I can fucking go, because he feels unreal.
Everything is so filthy, so hot, and the silent gasp rockets through me.
“Fuck, it’s too good with you.” My mouth seeks out his neck, nipping and sucking and just needing the taste of him on my tongue while I’m still buried inside his body, simply unable to move. “It’s always too fucking good with you.”
Chapter 32
Sounds of Raine banging around the kitchen drift my way. He’s making coffee and breakfast for us since we both showered—reluctantly on my part at least—knowing the day wasn’t going to wait. What I wouldn’t give to linger under streams of hot water with his tattooed hands on my body.
There’s every chance I’m not here at ground level. Instead, I’m floating around somewhere high up in the skies over Devil’s Peak. Drifting along on the breeze, surrounded by the softest wisps of cloud. Ultimately hoping I don’t come crashing back to earth with an awful thud.
Somewhere, somehow, I like to think there is a universe where we could rewind time to last night and drag that experience out. I certainly know my brain is struggling to think of anything except for my growing obsession, my sneaky infatuation with my stepbrother, of all people.
I’m trying my best to focus on a sequence of boring, mundane tasks. Checking emails. Picking up the radio to the Sheriff’s office. Weather reports.
When really, my pulse flutters harder in my neck each time I detect a sound or movement from outside this tiny office—a cramped space filled with the debris of my dad’s life here on the ranch. Each time Ihear something, it further proves that Raine isstill here...and while I know it doesn’t mean anything, the notion that he was willing to stay long into the daylight hours, well, that sends my heart pitter-pattering a whole lot harder.
He hasn’t given me any indication of what this might be for him, beyond ruining me for life with how perfectly he plays my body. Can majestic fucking be considered a thing? Pretty sure Raine owns that crown.
Jesus. I’m standing here daydreaming about whether my stepbrother wants more with me than to just fuck me senseless. Of course I am. Those words from that day down at Rhodes Ranch, the seed Brad planted, keeps blooming.
A deeper connection with someone.
What the hell is the matter with me that I’ve fallen for the one person who none of this can ever make sense with?
How on earth am I supposed to explain this scenario?
More importantly... what if I decide I do want to confess everything to the people I’m closest to, but Raine doesn’t?
Tossing the radio handset back in its cradle, I scrub a palm over my face as a yawn takes over. A little bleary-eyed, I check my Instagram. The usual string of messages wait for me from my dad, which I reply to as briefly as possible while keeping him updated. He’ll be a rottweiler with a bone if he thinks something might have happened at the ranch, and that’s the last kind of unnecessary stress I want to cause him. A massive part of me doesn’t want to let him down in any way, especially when it comes to this place. It’s been his entire life. He dedicated himself to being a guardian of this land, so I’m quick to make sure he knows everything is in order.
Neglecting the part where my personal life is a complete shambles. An Etch A Sketch shaken to smithereens.
Of course, seeing Chaos’s beaming presence online is unavoidable. He adores the camera, and it loves him right back. The guy knows exactly how to play the game, to put on the public persona, and turn the dial up on the brand that he’s built for himself.Daring. Breathtaking. More than a little reckless.
It certainly helps that he’s on such a hot streak of wins. I swear togod, every time I glance at his profile, his follower count has jumped up.
The latest clip he posted earlier today shows event footage from this weekend. Damn, amongst everything, and with my world being kind of entirely consumed by Raine, I’d forgotten that there was a rodeo stop nearby. Not one of the bigger ones, but still an opportunity to get out in the arena and compete for prize money nonetheless.