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Rain

X ander drives us back to Serene Lookout in comfortable silence. Neither of us seems to know what to say after saying I love you for the first time—and in such a special way.

I’m still replaying the moment in my head. I’m so glad all my siblings were in on the plan. And that Xander got it on video. Maybe one day we’ll show it to our kids.

I never thought I’d meet someone like him. He’s kind, generous, attentive. And hot. So hot. He’s passionate about his career and has a bright future ahead. And yet… he’s mine .

I’ve been so consumed by my thoughts, I don’t realize we’ve parked until I look over and find Xander watching me with soft, adoring eyes.

I smile shyly and tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, only then noticing how sweaty my palms are.

“Are you okay, Cherry?” he asks, brows furrowing as he leans closer. He gently lifts my chin, bringing my eyes to his.

I take a few calming breaths. “Yeah, of course. It’s just that…”

I trail off, unsure how to say what’s on my mind.

His thumb brushes against my bottom lip, passes from side to side. The tender gesture puts me at ease.

“It’s just…” I begin again, “I’d like to have some fun tonight, you know?”

A slow, gorgeous smile spreads across his face. He nods.

“But I’m not sure I’ll be able to go all the way,” I add quickly. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Relief floods through me, having said what’s been bugging me.

He wraps his arms around my waist, voice low and gentle. “What if tonight is all about you?”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“All I want is to make you feel good. To give you pleasure. Is that okay?”

I nod and close my eyes, but he gently takes my hands.

This man is a walking green flag. There’s honestly no reason for me to keep wondering when the shoe is going to drop. Because something tells me it won’t.

“Babe, look at me,” he says. “Tonight, you call the shots. If you want to stop, we’ll stop. If you want more, I’ll give you more. You’re in control, Rain.”

I look into his eyes and see nothing but love. Real, steady love.

“Okay,” I whisper.

He’s out of the car in an instant, jogging around to open my door. I giggle at his eagerness, but honestly, I’m just as eager.

He lifts me bridal-style and carries me into his room, setting me carefully on the bed. Then he kneels and begins to remove my boots with such tenderness, it makes my chest ache.

“Is it okay if I remove your clothes?” he asks, hands resting on his thighs.

I nod.

“Words, Cherry,” he reminds me gently. “I need to hear your voice.”

I smile, eyes brimming. “I’m okay. You just… make me feel too much.”

He leans in to give me a quick kiss. “Same.”

He lifts the hem of my tank top, and I raise my arms so he can pull it off. Once it’s gone, his hands brush over my shoulders as his lips begin peppering kisses all over my chest .

I tilt my head back, completely relaxed. His mouth moves to my neck, his hands working their way to my back. I’m a puddle of goo at his mercy, and for the first time in forever, I feel safe giving in.

When he nibbles my ear, I giggle.

“You like that?” he murmurs.

A shudder runs through me. “Hmm.”

“Is it okay if I take off your bra?”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” I sigh, breathless.

With ease, he unhooks it and leans back to look at me. His pupils dilate as eyes land on my breasts.

“Damn, Cherry… you are a fucking vision.” He cups them. “The perfect handful.”

He jiggles them gently, and I giggle at the playfulness in his touch. He pauses, waiting for my lead, so I place my hand on the back of his head and guide him to my breasts.

He doesn’t hesitate.

His mouth closes over my nipple, warm and wet. My body jolts from the contact.

He sucks, hard, while his other hand toys with my other nipple. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I lose the strength to sit up, falling back onto the bed.

When his mouth leaves me, I instantly miss him.

Luckily, he’s on top of me in a heartbeat, his body a protective cage, never heavy.

“Take your shirt off,” I whisper.

He strips it off in one smooth move.

“So hot,” I murmur, running my hands over his well-defined abs.

He chuckles and flexes. I lick my lips, making him laugh again.

“Damn, Cherry,” he says, then kisses me deep. A soulful, consuming kiss that makes my toes curl.

His mouth trails down my neck, across my chest, then returns to my breasts. I grab his hair, pressing him closer. My hips lift on their own, desperate for more.

His mouth switches sides, lips teasing, tongue twirling. The pleasure builds and builds until I’m panting, pulling his hair, moaning his name. He sucks one nipple, while twisting the other and then—

The world goes white.

Pleasure crashes over me like a wave, loud and blinding. When I come back to earth, I’m breathless.

He raises his head, eyes meeting mine. “Are you okay?”

I nod, still trying to calm my heartbeat. “Yes, Hotshot. That was… really good.”

His grin is wicked as he kisses me again.

I reach for the button on my shorts, but he’s still flush against me.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, lifting himself.

I give him what I hope is a saucy grin. “Nothing. I just want you to keep going.”

He chuckles and sits back.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes,” I say softly. “You made me feel incredible.”

His chest puffs with pride. If he were alone, he would probably pound his chest like Tarzan.

He unbuttons my shorts slowly, then stands to pull them down my legs. He tosses them aside, drinking me in with hungry eyes that are no longer brown—they’re deep charcoal, with sparkles of molten lava. The way he looks at me, like he wants to devour me whole, makes my breath hitch.

He kneels again, pulling my thighs to the edge of the bed, making me squeal.

“Are you okay?” he asks, spreading his hands over my legs.

“Yeah, you just caught me off guard.”

We laugh together.

“Is it okay if I kiss you here?” he asks, lips brushing my inner thigh.

Goosebumps bloom across my skin. “Yes,” I breathe. “Yes. It’s okay.”

He pauses. “Babe, it’s okay if you don’t want to. We can go to sleep now.”

“No, it’s not that,” I blurt. “I’m just… horny as hell.”

He laughs, a deep, full-bodied sound. “I’m sorry, Cherry, but that was funny.”

He kisses my thigh, then trails his mouth closer to where I want him most.

“That’s the Xander González effect,” I mutter.

I feel his smile against my skin. Closing my eyes, I let myself feel every single touch, every kiss.

When he kisses me through my panties, a moan escapes me.

His tongue replaces the fabric, licking me from entrance to clit.

“Fuck, Xander.”

He chuckles. “That good, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

He slurps loudly, and somehow, that only makes me wetter.

“You’re soaked, Cherry. And you taste delicious,” he says before gently nibbling my clit.

I see stars.

His hand presses against my belly, keeping me grounded as his tongue and mouth work magic. I’m panting, moaning, writhing. The orgasm builds fast, and when he sucks hard, I scream his name as I come undone.

“Oh, Xander. Oh my God. Holy shit. Oh—” I say over and over again.

When I open my eyes, he’s watching me with reverence.

“Do you want one more?” he asks, lifting a brow.

I nod, unable to speak.

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispers. “As you wish.”

His tongue returns, this time inside me.

“Oh God, yes.”

That very skilled tongue licks, strokes, and devours. Then it disappears, replaced by a long, strong finger.

Then another .

I can’t imagine how good it would be to be filled by him.

“More, I need more,” I breathe.

Xander’s lips return to my clit as his fingers pick up speed.

He adds a third finger and resumes sucking.

That’s it.

My orgasm tears through me like lightning. I moan so loud, I don’t even recognize my own voice.

Xander doesn’t stop his assault until I’m completely spent and limp on the bed.

He places one last kiss to my core, then disappears into the bathroom.

He returns with a wet washcloth and cleans me up with care.

A stray tear travels down my temple and disappears into my hair.

This is how my first time should have been—full of love, tenderness, and slow-burning heat.

Once he’s done, he lifts me gently and places me on my side of the bed. Then he takes off his pants, and he’s hard as a steel rod. But he doesn’t make a move to get on top of me.

Instead, he slides under the covers and presses his chest to my back.

I feel his cock leaking against my ass, and another shot of desire washes over me.

“Hey, let me take care of this,” I say, wrapping my hand around him, the tip soaked with precum.

But he stops me.

“No, beautiful, I’m okay. It’s time to rest.” He presses a kiss to my temple.

I exhale. This man is absolutely everything.

“Thank you, Hotshot,” I whisper, my eyelids growing heavy.

His voice is the last thing I hear before sleep takes me.

“No need to thank me. You’ll always be my first priority.”

And I fall asleep feeling loved—truly, completely loved—by the man the universe gave to me.