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His lips brush over the shell of my ear as he whispers in a dark, gritty voice. “I fucking need you.”
My reply is a soft, greedy sound. A barely there whimper. I’m so goddamn done for, every time without fail, and my dick smears precum against my stomach as he rearranges himself at my back. A click of a cap is followed by that cool gel coating his firm touch.
It’s bliss. Heaven. The most idyllic of moments being wrapped up in him. He fucks me from behind, reaching around and stroking me in slow, punishing twists of his hand to match the timing of his thrusts. He absolutely owns me until I’m on edge and panting before pushing me to roll onto my front. I’m face down, sobbing into the pillow as he torments me with deep, languid rolls of his hips. My aching cock is squashed between my stomach and the bed while he rides me, slapping our bodies together.
Each time I think I’m done for, that I’m one second from bursting, he eases back. All while whispering filth and praise, and mixing it all together in a way I can’t get enough of.
It’s not until he flips me onto my back and dives into me with my ankles locked around his hips—not until our mouths are fused together in an unhurried kiss that he guides my hand to stroke my dick while our bodies rock together.
Moaned curses unleash, along with the rawest noises of pleasure, straight into Raine’s mouth as I come. It feels like it goes on and on as my cock empties itself all over our stomachs, and the slide of our bodies is so damn hot. I’ve gone blank. Washed away. A fluffy cloud. Hoping like hell I didn’t just tell him I’ve fallen in love with him as his climax hits and he spills deep inside me. It’s so exhilarating, so gorgeous to watch his face contort that I feel my cock jerk and release a little more.
And I realize—as I stroke his face and pull him closer to wrap my arms around the back of his neck so we can kiss more intimately in that glowing comedown—that I do love him. It’s a painful, awful thing to finally admit. To fall in love for the first time, with Raine, of all people, is probably the stupidest thing I could ever do.
Yet, here I am. In a place where I’ve never been before, and I just have to hope beyond all hope that he maybe feels a fraction of what I’m feeling.
I know he tells me things like he’s not letting me go... that I’m his.
But the nagging voice in the back of my head saysbeware. He’ll wake up one day and see all those broken pieces and decide I’m not worth the effort.
“Hey.” With a soft hum, he looks down at me. Still fully sheathed, branding me in the way that I’m obsessed with. I can’t get enough of these moments when he lingers and lets me have that closeness, that connection afterward. “Where’d you go?” His fingers brush across my cheeks and up to push my hair off my damp forehead.
“I’m right here.” I swallow and blink up at him, taking in all his handsomeness.
“You’re thinking awfully hard.” He gives a tiny thrust of his hips. “Too hard for someone with my cock still filling them.” A faint hint of a smile tugs on the corners of his mouth, and I press my fingers there, as if I can seal it permanently in place or steal it to hide away in my memories.
“Just... I guess this is it... the part where it feels too good to be true.” I wet my lips and smile back a little shyly. Not wanting to say the whole truth of it.
But Raine is who he is. It’s like he can see straight through me and always knows there’s something more that I’m not saying.
“Let’s shower, get some food into you, and then I’m gonna go down to Crimson Ridge to do a supply run.” He feathers a kiss over my lips before slowly drawing back, gazing down at me with soulful, calming eyes. “I’m right here with you in this. All of it. Don’t forget that.”
Chapter 39
This has gotta be the strangest place to realize you’ve fallen for someone.
Standing in the middle of the grocery aisle, contemplating which cereal to buy, and the only thought in my head is that I know Kayce prefers to eat the pink charms first. He doesn’t eat it for breakfast, either. It’s some sort of weird evening snack he has.
Which then leads me to running through events of the recent nights we’ve spent watching his top ten movies because, apparently, me not having at least one favorite is adisaster for humanity.
Truthfully? I don’t give a shit what plays on the screen. It’s the fact he enjoys it and can quote me all these stupid facts about the making of it or other interconnecting events in full flight. That’s the part I secretly enjoy.
It’s him.
So, as I knit my brows together and toss his favorite cereal into the cart, I consider what that means for the two of us. It’s odd to be without him, after spending so much time together in the past couple of days, and knowing that I’ve got to go back to work tomorrow feels like a kick in the balls.
Each time we have to go our separate ways stings worse and worse. Normally, it wouldn’t be anything to worry about. Two peoplegetting to know each other and alternating spending nights at each other’s places. All a very mundane and standarddatingconcept.
But when it comes to our situation? If there isn’t a sudden shift in the weather bringing a storm through Crimson Ridge, which might cut him off for weeks on end... then there’s the fact I’m circling closer to a decision about where I go next. My time at Sunset Skies Ranch is almost up, and while I don’t doubt that Beau might be kind enough to give me an extension on my contract, I know there are other ranches who want me back again.
And then there’s the inherent worry; if I stay here, eventually, he’ll follow. Foul bastard that he is. My father won’t stay, he never does, but he likes to turn up wherever he’s not wanted just to stir shit and cause hell—he gets a kick out of fucking up my life a little bit more. Always in small ways, since he knows he can’t physically hurt me anymore.
When he first started doing it, things were hardly noticeable. The properties I worked on might have equipment stolen or vandalism occur. It was once he got bolder that was when I fully understood what was happening.
It all came to a head when I found out he’d been harassing the teenage daughter of one rancher I’d been working for. Cornering her in town. Being a leering drunk. Following her from a distance. Nothing that would get him arrested, but it was enough to leave her shaken up.
I resigned that night and left the state. Sure enough, a few months later, he tracked me down again. At first, I couldn’t figure out how he knew where I was. I’ve never really used social media; my phone is always for work, but then it clicked.Rodeo.
As long as I was still competing, he had easy access to a way to keep tabs on me.