Page 83 of Saving the Rain
Raine slaughters me. I understand now. I know, with each skilled suck and swirl of his tongue, that this isn’t about me. This is absolutely something that hands over the keys to my goddamn soul so he can have that power. With each hollowing of his stubbled cheeks, as he swallows me deeper, he’s ruthless in the pursuit of my climax.
That glorious sensation runs riot in my veins. Boiling, sizzling, tracking everywhere as the pressure builds down low in my stomach. I’m cut-down, no better than a shaking, incoherent stream of curses and groans. Each time his throat closes around my tip, it’s accompanied by my abs clenching and my fingers scrabbling for purchase. I’m vaguely aware that I tug on his hair too hard. I push my hips forward too frantically. I say things that make absolutely no sense.
He’s a bastard who set about dragging me to the precipice of my orgasm with his hot words and dirty talk, and now he ruthlessly shoves me over the edge. The seductive skill of his mouth overwhelms me.
“Ffffuck. Umphfff.Raine. I’m gonna—” My words of warning die on a loud, pathetic gasp.
He seals his lips around me, and hollows his cheeks, and I fucking lose it. He demands my climax, and I’m hopelessly lost in the need to be good for him, to hand everything over without a second thought. My dick throbs, swells, jerks, coating his tongue, and I’m left nothing more than a panting, moaning mess.
Raine swallows my cum. Sucks down every last drop. It’s heaven being in his mouth with his throat and those swirling licks to clean me up... and oh fuck, the way he makes such a sexy, deep groan of pleasure vibrates right through to my balls. Before I’ve fully come back into my body, he’s on his feet, this time taking my mouth.
Kissing me fiercely, passionately, he treats me to that hold around the front of my neck that I can’t get enough of.
I’m pretty sure there isn’t any part of Raine Icanget enough of.
Chapter 33
My sweet boy is a pliant little thing as I draw back. Starry-eyed and looking the picture of rumpled, satiated bliss.
Wearing my hat, no less.
Exactly how it should be if I’m about to walk away from whatever is going on between us.
We’re not together, which means that leaving should be easy, in theory. Ironically, it feels the absolute opposite of that. Fooling around out here in the barn, making him lose his goddamn mind, yeah, that’s me being selfish.
I want to drive through that gate with the taste of him on my tongue, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that Kayce won’t be thinking of anything else except what it felt like to feed me his climax.
The worst part of me wants to imprint myself on him. A notion that makes absolutely no goddamn sense considering who we are to one another. Yet, I can’t deny that I’m feeling all sorts of weirdly possessive where mystepbrotheris concerned. As if Kayce is gonna walk straight out of here and find some other cowboy to mess around with. The kind of thinking that immediately grates on my nerves, because he can do as he pleases, and owes me nothing.
Except, every fiber of my being hates the idea of him giving those eyes, that mouth, to anyone else.
While at this particular moment in time, things between the two of us worked out, after I leave it’s all gonna change. I know that our lives are largely going to return to how they were before. Especially once I leave Crimson Ridge.
“Umm...” Kayce blinks slowly at me, looking like he’s only just found his way back to his body.
“Cowboys don’t blush, huh?” My lips twitch as I take in the sight of the bright red spots on his cheeks.
His blue eyes are damn near shimmering in the light filtering into the barn, and he bites down on that bottom lip.
Plucking my hat back off his head, I set it on my own and catch that faintest hint of his scent that comes with it. As he tucks himself away, I walk over to where I’d tossed his cap aside, allowing myself a wry hidden smile since he can’t see my face. Handing it back to him, I manage to suppress that curl wanting to cling to my lips, but kinda enjoy how floaty and light I feel on the inside right now.
Even if I’m goddamn hard as stone after how hot that was.
“You don’t need...” His words drift off with a lingering question as he looks at the outline of my dick straining behind my fly.
At the feel of his eyes on me, my length kicks, but I ignore it. “As tempting as that prospect is... I’m ok.” Shaking my head, I readjust my hat. I don’t need him to reciprocate anything right now. Remembering how he came undone for me will be a particularly pleasurable memory to replay later on when I’m alone.
“But . . .” Kayce is the picture of confusion.
“Trust me. I got what I needed.”
His lips twist, still looking uncertain as all hell, but he at least gives me a little acknowledgment. “Ok.”
“There were only a few light flakes of snow when I was coming back in.” I duck a glance at the open doors down the far end of the barn before looking back his way. “The mountain crew checked in with you this morning?”
He nods at me and clears his throat, blinking away the fog. “Uhh. Yeah. They said the snow wasn’t gonna be a problem today.”
“Alright.” Dipping my chin, I know I gotta get my ass back to work, and this is just how this has gotta be. “Remember, you need groceries.Don’t let me catch you forgetting and finding out you’re stuck up here living off nothing but fucking instant noodles for weeks.”