Page 95 of Saving the Rain
Letting out a frustrated sigh, I push at his hold on me, trying and failing to dislodge him from wrapping me tighter, nuzzling into my shoulder. Goddamn him, because if there is one move that guarantees I become all kinds of slutty and yearn for him without restraint, it’s when he kisses my neck. “We have to go.”
“Not a chance.” His morning voice is rumbly and gritty with sleep, right at my ear.
He ignores my efforts, continuing to pin my back against his torso, and something about the way he’s keeping me here because he wants to—as if he doesn’t give a single fuck about anything beyond the need to touch me—well, that turns my world on its head as we lie here tangled in bedsheets and the complexities of our connection to one another.
“Who would have thought I’d be the Boy Scout today.” I let out another little huffing noise. “But... as much as I wish mornings could be lazy... you know as well as I do that concept doesn’t exist around here.”
“Already done.” As he lays another sweep of spine-tingling kissesup the side of my throat, I feel the hard length of him grind against me from behind. “I got up and dealt with the stock early. The horses are fine, too.”
I go still, heart pounding against my ribcage. “What? You would do that? Why?” He would go to that sort of effort without telling me?
“You looked too dreamy. Fast asleep and twitching.” He runs his nose along the side of my jaw, then nips at my earlobe. “Too much like a sweet little thing I selfishly wanted to enjoy.”
“I feel bad.” Clearly not bad enough, because my dick is flinching and filling rapidly with the way Raine keeps working me with wet glides of his mouth over my ear and that temptation of his erection pressing into me.
“Figured you needed to sleep.” He shrugs it off, which is so typical for him. I’ve come to realize that Raine will always downplay the things he does. This man is so quick to shoulder the load for others, and he’ll gladly do it all without anyone being any the wiser.
“So what, we get to have a cute morning and I get to be little spoon, huh?” I tease him, letting my body relax fully against his now.
“Something like that.” There’s a wickedness in his tone. An edge of raw sensuality coloring his words that immediately has me grinning like a lunatic. To the point I have to keep my face turned into the pillow in a valiant effort to disguise just how giddy he makes me.
I notice both of our phones, sitting beside each other on the bedside table. It’s certainly not where I left mine last night. Which puts Raine at the scene of the crime, being the cause of mymissingalarm this morning. I grunt and stretch to catch them with my fingertips, reaching for both devices at the same time.
One look at my screen confirms that, yes, he’d turned off the alarm. My heartbeat starts fluttering away in a pitter-patter—feeling all sorts of upended that he went to all that trouble to let me stay sleeping. I can only imagine what he must have looked like, creeping around in the dark so as not to disturb me.
That’s when my attention drifts to his phone. It’s an older model. Complete with scuffs and scrapes and a cracked screen. The thing looks like it's seen a hard life.
“This brick still works?” I wiggle it so that he’ll be able to see it in my hand. “Kinda looks like something that belongs to a fifty-year-old.”
He grunts a muffled curse while biting my neck.
“C’mon then. Let me see what cobwebs you’ve got all up in here. Is there a steam-powered engine we need to start up in order to get it going? A landline extension we need to plug it into?”
“Always such a smartass,” he grumbles and drags my hand holding the phone closer to his face so that it unlocks, then pushes it back my way.
I’m left gnawing on my lip, ever so curious about what Raine might have on his phone. But at the same time, if his social media is anything to go by, it’s probably nothing but mundane, work-related stuff. Screenshots of horse feed brands and shit like that. I'm almost bursting out loud with laughter when I see that his camera roll is exactly that. An assortment of boring things he’s obviously had to take care of around the ranch and send to Beau, like photos of a broken fence and, sure enough, a pallet of horse feed.
Swiping out of his camera roll, I swerve past the icon for his Instagram. As much as I’m a little bit anxious as to whether there are other cowboys and cowgirls dropping into his inbox, that’s the kind of territory that is certainly none of my business.
So I go into our text thread, and see the icon with just a K for my name on display.
“You don’t have a photo for my contact in your phone.” I pretend to pout.
Behind me, I feel him shrug. “What do you want it to be?”
My stomach swoops as I think about it for a brief moment. Then decide to unapologetically be the guy he’s currently got his arms wrapped around. I’m the one he’s in bed with. I’m who he’s pre-planning ways to enjoy spending a cute little morning sleep-in alongside.
So I rearrange Raine’s hand on the comforter, fussing with it until it shows off the sexy tattoo of the vintage rose covering the back of his hand. All those veins sticking out in the gorgeous way they do. I slip my palm beneath his, thread our fingers, and take a photo of us—just our hands with fingers interlocked.
“There.” I nibble on my lip and show him the image on-screen. “Better?”
Raine lifts the phone from my grasp, and the next moment, there’s a soft thud when he tosses it aside to hit the carpet. He doesn’t say a word but pulls me closer.
That hand, splayed wide across my front, moves down to cover my hip, and he drags me tight against his cock. I feel every inch of him like a steel bar as he shows me exactly how this is gonna go from here.
I’m shuddering with anticipation, without a single word needed. Every part of me hums to life, and my blood quickens as his other hand explores ravenously. His strong fingers slide around to the front of my throat, and his beard scrapes the sensitive patch of skin above my pulse point as he resumes kissing up and down the slope of my neck.
All I can do is tilt my head and open that invitation to him. I want him to take everything. Take every part of me.