Chapter 24 #2
I shatter in mere seconds. The orgasm slams through me, almost blinding. I cry out, hips grinding against his face as he licks me through every wave, drawing it out until I’m boneless and gasping.
He rises slowly, mouth glistening, eyes dark. He kisses me deep and filthy, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
“You’re worth that,” he murmurs against my lips. “And more.”
His jacket hits the floor, his shirt following. Then it’s his belt, pants, everything, until he’s bare and hard and pressing against me.
He lifts me easily, turns, and sets me on the wide counter beside the tool chest—the one high enough that my legs wrap around his waist perfectly.
“Clean.” His voice is strained as he rubs the head of his cock through my slick folds. “Tested last week. But if you want—”
“Bare,” I breathe, arms looping around his neck. “I want you bare.”
He groans, pushing in slow and steady, eyes locked on mine the whole time.
The eye contact is almost too much.
The stretch is perfect—hot, thick, overwhelming. No barrier, just him filling me completely.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You feel like heaven.”
He starts moving in deep, controlled thrusts that hit every sensitive spot. His hands cradle my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks like I’m something sacred.
“You’re worth everything, Raine,” he assures me between thrusts, voice raw. “Every risk. Every fight. Every dark thing I’ve done or will do.”
I cling to him, nails digging into his back as pleasure builds again, faster this time.
I can’t focus on his words.
I won’t be able to breathe again if I do.
“Tell me,” he demands softly. “Tell Daddy what you are.”
I shake my head, stubborn even as I clench around him.
He slows, grinding deep, making me whimper. “Say it.”
“I’m—” My voice cracks. “I’m worth it.”
“Louder.”
“I’m worth it,” I gasp, louder, tears pricking unexpectedly.
“Good girl.” He speeds up, one hand slipping between us to circle my clit. “Come again for me. Show me you believe it.”
I do—harder than the first, vision whiting out as I come around him, pulsing, crying his name.
He follows seconds later, pulling out with a guttural sound, stroking himself once, twice—
“Where, baby?”
“My mouth.” I slide off the counter to my knees, speaking without thinking again.
He groans my name, coming hot and thick across my tongue, my lips, marking me.
I swallow what I can. The rest paints my chin, my chest. He watches like he’s never seen anything more perfect. Then he pulls me up, kissing me soft and deep, tasting himself on me without hesitation.
He grabs a clean shop towel, wets it under the sink, and gently cleans me. He starts with my face, then my chest, and between my legs—every touch careful and reverent.
When he’s done, he wraps me in his jacket, zips it around me even though it swallows me whole, and lifts me into his arms.
I don’t protest. For once, I let myself ease into his touch. I just rest my head on his shoulder as he carries me to the small couch in the office and settles us both down with me curled in his lap.
His hand strokes my hair, slow and steady. I feel like I’m being pet, but oddly I love it.
“You’re worth it,” he whispers again, like a promise. “And I’m going to keep showing you until you never doubt it again.”
For the first time in a long time, I let myself believe those words. We stay like that for a while until Elias sighs, lifting us both up.
“I have to go,” he whispers, kissing my temple before he grabs his pants and pulls them on. My chest tightens at the same moment I realize I’m actually sad to see him go.
I’m too far gone already.
It’s in this moment that I realize how fucked I really am. I can’t let any of them go. It’s not a matter of whether they’ll stay or not anymore. Now it’s a matter of me refusing to let them go.
I can’t lose them.
Watching Elias pull his shirt on, meeting his gaze, seeing the way his eyes soften on me as he closes the space between us, grabs the back of my head, and kisses my forehead softly, I know I can’t live without him, without any of them.
A heavy breath leaves my lips before I can stop it, the weight of my epiphany too heavy to keep in. Elias freezes, pulling back to look at me again, scanning me like he’s some kind of MRI machine.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.” I shake my head, pressing my hand against his chest and pushing back lightly. He gives, giving me literally just an inch.
“Raine.” He says my name in warning, and I know if I don’t tell him, he won’t leave it.
“I just—” I cut myself off, unsure how to put into words what I’m feeling exactly without fully admitting it.
Fuck it. “I think I’m in love with you. Well, with you, and Jax, and Theo.
And I know we’ve never really talked about it, but I don’t know what that means.
I don’t know if you’re all okay with that. ”
Elias puffs out a breath like he thought I was going to tell him I was dying and is now so relieved to learn it’s something stupid.
He laughs, a deep, throaty chuckle. “Of course we’re okay with that.
Because,” he pauses for dramatic effect, leaning in until his lips are grazing mine. “You’re worth it.”
He kisses me again, but it’s different this time. It’s soft, gentle, dragging his lips in slow strides.
“I can’t speak for Theo or Jax, but I can tell you that I’ve already fallen for you.
” He leans back, and I find myself chasing after him for a second.
“There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you, Raine.
I promise you. So no matter what, remember that.
Everything I do for you, I do because I want to. Because I’m selfish like that.”
“Taking care of me is being selfish?” I tease, furrowing my brows as I shake my head. “That makes no sense.”
He just smiles, the kind that’s almost too dreamy to be real. “Yes. Because I know you don’t want me to. So I do it for me.” He shrugs before he lets me go, turning to leave. “I’ll be selfish again later.”
I can’t help the smile that stretches across my face, all stupid and dopey.
God. What is this?
“Make sure to drink water and eat. I’ll see you tonight, my killer queen.” He unlocks the door, the sun casting a small halo around his silhouette as he waves.
Then he’s gone and I’m left alone in a shuttered garage, feeling changed forever. Opening each shutter again feels almost too symbolic, like I’m letting the light hit me in places that it hasn’t for years.
If only Bash didn’t exist.
I wouldn’t have to feel so guilty then.