60. Raine
60
Raine
Smoke billows out of the oven when I pull it open, choking the air around me while I fan it away with a towel. The window over the sink is already open and hopefully sucking out all of the air.
My poor pan is black by the time I finally get my hands on it, pull it out of the oven, and set it down on the stovetop. The crust—or what’s left of it—is completely charred, the pattern I’d painstakingly cut out with a butter knife practically unrecognizable.
“Shit,” I mutter to myself, tossing the towel down onto the counter next to it.
That’s what I get for trying to be some kind of housewife and making Nyx something for when he gets home. The entire time I’d been cutting out pieces of the crust to lay over the pie, my stomach was filled with butterflies, nervous for his reaction when he finally arrived home.
Maybe this is a sign from the universe that I’m doing too much—pushing this too quickly toward the “relationship” side before we can even have a talk about whatever the hell this thing between us is.
I don’t want to seem too eager. Yet here I am trying to make him a damn pie from scratch .
“Oh,” a familiar voice says from the kitchen doorway.
Fuck.
Whirling around, I spot Nyx through the haze. He pauses right at the entrance to the kitchen, his arm waving away the smoke.
“Quite the project,” he says, slowly walking over to me.
“I’m sorry,” I say hastily. “I did open a window.”
He chuckles.
When he reaches me, the hand he was using to wave away the smoke snakes behind my hair to cup the nape of my neck. His hand is warm against my bare skin, fingers trailing up slowly through the back of my hair to settle against my scalp.
“Food, I presume?”
A pleasant shiver rolls up my spine when he curls his fingers gently a few times. “Um, it was supposed to be an apple pie.”
His smirk widens. “A pie, hm…”
Goddamn, why does he have to touch me like this when I’m trying to be level-headed and not act like a schoolgirl with a crush? Forcing myself not to lean into him and his touch is driving me crazy.
“What’s the occasion?” he asks.
Ugh, I’ve been dreading him asking me that.
One, because I don’t have an answer that won’t make me look stupid. And two, I don’t want to scare him off by trying to move too fast. Neither of us planned on any of this happening, let alone for our chemistry to be practically electric.
I’d be stupid to deny myself the happiness of being with someone like Nyx, who seems to not be afraid of all of the baggage I’ve brought with me. In fact, he’s embraced it more than I have, and that’s saying something.
“Does there have to be one?” I counter.
He looks down at me, a brow raised. “Considering you should be resting, yes.”
I shove him with my elbow. “I’m not a porcelain doll.”
Unexpectedly, his hand on my neck tightens just enough to keep me still while he pulls me close to press a hard kiss against my mouth. My body gives in, leaning against him completely while we kiss.
I can’t help it. I always crave more of him. He’s like a damn drug.
His mouth moves slowly against mine, taking the time to taste me while he explores beyond my lips and tangles his tongue with mine. I’ve never been kissed like this before, not even with Aiden.
Aiden and I were feverish in our coupling—coming together like we’d been starved of water in an endless desert for years on end.
Nyx is a cool, fresh spring that you happen upon during a long hike, a welcome surprise to dip yourself in to wash the sweat of a hard workout off of your body.
Both of them are so different from each other that I should stop comparing them altogether. Though no matter what I do, my mind does it anyway.
I like being with Nyx. I like this . I like him.
He lifts me off my feet with ease to set me down on the counter. With that, he parts from my lips, a small smirk playing on them.
Belatedly, I realize what he’s done. “You ass.”
He lets out another chuckle, stepping away from me to grab the poor charred pie to toss into the trash.
“Maybe we can feed it to the birds? Or…whatever animals you have out here,” I offer.
“I’m not particularly in the business of poisoning the local wildlife, Raine.”
I have half a mind to be offended. The sound of the pie hitting the bottom of the garbage can like an actual brick has me deciding otherwise.
“Who was the pie for, may I ask?” he turns back to me.
My lips thin.
If I say it’s for him, it’ll put him on the spot. If I say it’s for someone else, that’s going to look weird and like I’m trying to impress someone else.
When I don’t answer, he slowly wanders back over to me. “Should I be jealous?”
His eyes shift to a darker color and while his expression doesn’t change, the air around us does. My stomach flips in excitement when both of his hands land on my thighs, gripping them tightly—possessively.
No one’s ever wanted me like this—enough to be jealous over someone who doesn’t even exist. Back in Andromeda, any of the males I had a passing interest in or who I thought were attractive had acted like I had the plague, so there wasn’t exactly any room for jealousy to occur.
My core tightens, my panties growing wetter the longer Nyx stares me down.
I’m out of my mind to think this is hot. But the fact that someone like him could get jealous over someone else catching my eye is flattering and sexy.
Parting my legs for him, I say, “No.”
“No?” He slips between them instantly. “Tell me who it’s for, so I don’t have to go sniffing around my pack looking for a male who’s under the wrong assumption that he has any business courting you.”
My tongue darts out to wet my lips. Goddess, the way he talks sometimes… “You.”
He growls, low in his chest. “Good.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, instantly feeling him hard against me when the motion draws him closer. His mouth finds my neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin to replace the marks from earlier that have already begun to fade.
“Cooking for me.” His breath huffs against my ear while he speaks. “How domestic.”
“Well, I am having your baby, aren’t I?” My horniness is making me bold, my usual filter gone. I’m too turned on to be scared of his reaction, emboldened by his blatant want for me and not being afraid to show it.
“ Ours .” He presses the word into my skin like an imprint. “Our baby.”
A moan leaves me.
Gods, I love the sound of that. I love the sound of a male claiming not only me but my child as their own, even if it’s not biologically his. We can make it that way, though. This child will never know the difference, not if we raise them together like I want.
“Yes,” I say. “Our baby.”
I love the sound of that so damn much it almost makes me want to cry.
Tangling my grip in his hair, I pull him up to kiss me again and roll my hips into his. He meets my energy by following the motion with his own—pushing up the skirt of my dress and rocking himself against me, teasing me with that hard length of his.
My core is soaked by now, needing for him to rip my panties down and take me right on this damn counter. At this point, I don’t even care if anyone walks in and sees us going at it. I need Nyx buried so deep in me that I feel the ache of him for days afterward.
He seems to share the same sentiment because without missing a beat, he shifts his hips away from mine. The sound of the button at the front of his jeans pops, and then his clothes rustle while he shoves them down his body.
My tongue curls around his while he sucks on mine.
I soon feel his bare cock against my thigh, trailing a wet line up my leg with the precum leaking from the tip when he rolls his hips into mine again. I reach down between us to wrap my fingers around him, and he groans the second I touch him.
He’s thick in my hand, more than I realized when he’d been fucking me. I smear his precum down the length of him and roll my hand over his tip and down once more. I don’t even know if I’m doing this right, clearly coming from no experience on my end.
Regardless, Nyx shifts his hips again and thrusts into my hand, using it like a pseudo-hole. I tighten my grip around him, letting him fuck into my hand and relishing in the feel of the veins on his cock throbbing.
He rips his lips away from mine, moving them down across my jaw.
I exhale another moan. “Nyx…”
He pulls away from me, cupping my face. His eyes are dark with lust. “Tell me.”
“I want you.”
“I see,” is all he says before leaning away from me briefly.
He grabs something behind me, sliding it across the counter and then the sound of it popping has me turning to look at it. Nyx dips two of his fingers into the jam I was using as pie filler, pulling a good helping of it out.
I watch curiously while he smirks at me, his other hand coming up to grab at the ends of my dress and yank it clear over my head. He drops it down onto the floor at his feet, leaving me in just a bra and panties. My skin prickles with goosebumps, both from the energy circulating around us and the sudden cool air on me.
Nyx glides his jam-slick fingers across my skin, leaving a messy trail that he soon follows with his tongue. He laps at it with long strokes, coating me with both the sticky sweet mixture and his saliva like he’s trying to mark me.
The cups of my bra are soon yanked down, another set of jam-smothered around my nipple, which he soon wraps his mouth around to suck.
“Ohhhh,” I moan, tightening my hand around his cock.
Goddess, I love that mouth on me.
His tongue teases my nipple with quick flicks, driving me insane. All I can do is moan again when his teeth pinch my nipple between them to hold me in place, both of those twin piercings rubbing along the outside with each movement of his mouth.
I tangle my free hand back into the locks of his hair again, holding on for dear life.
“N-Nyx, I-I’m…” I’m so close it’s painful.
With a pop of his mouth, he pulls off of my nipple, licking up the rest of the jam and then settling his still sticky fingers in my mouth so I’ll clean them myself. It’s sweet on my tongue and a little salty from his skin mixed in.
Nyx settles between my legs. His shallow thrusts press his cock head against where my panties are soaked. “I love seeing this.”
The head drools more precum, wetting me from the outside. I throw my head back with a moan, the tingling of my orgasm already there. Nyx drags his hand up my inner thigh, teasing around the area with his fingers and pressing against where my clit is.
He rubs at it through my panties, causing my hips to jerk forward with each swipe of his fingers.
“I love how sensitive you are,” he tells me.
I can’t take it anymore—I’m too much of a mess to let him keep playing with me. If this doesn’t stop, I’m going to explode.
Reaching between us, I hook my panties to the side using my fingers and expose myself to him. His nostrils flare, my scent hitting him instantly.
“Fuck,” he growls, his cock jumping.
“Come here,” I tell him, widening my legs even farther. “I need it.”
He grabs his cock in a tight hold and presses it against my entrance. My walls tighten instantly, anticipating him sliding into me until his hips meet mine.
With one fluid motion, he drives himself into me.
“Oh!” My body jolts at the sudden intrusion.
Nyx grabs onto my hips, holding me steady and working himself inside of me until he’s flush against my body. My walls pulsate around him, taking him all in and gripping him as tight as I can.
A soft curse leaves him. “You never let me last, do you.”
I don’t get the chance to laugh before he’s reeling back and then slamming into me again. My hands quickly grip his shoulders, holding onto him while he picks up a quick pace.
He mumbles something against my shoulder, barely audible. Something that sounds a whole lot like the word “mine.”
But that can’t be right, can it?
I have to be imagining things.
My mind is too blanked out with pleasure to focus on anything but Nyx pounding into me. Before I know it, my orgasm is slamming into me, stealing the air from my lungs.
Nyx groans against my shoulder, his body stiffening. With one final thrust into me, he stills, squeezing me tight against him.
Gods, I could get used to this: being wrapped around him while he buries his face into my neck to breathe my scent in. I curl my hand around the ends of his hair, stroking the soft lengths as we both come down.
If I knew giving up Aiden and whatever life I would’ve had with him would land me here, I never would’ve been so scared to leave with Nyx in the first place.