Chapter 24 Rae
RAE
“Mom, I’m fine, I promise. Davis is teaching me all about his farm and business,” I rattled off in between bites of cobbler.
My mom made a sound similar to when she used to get exasperated with me as a kid. “I just want to be sure you’re okay. You can tell me if…if something has happened and he—”
“Mom.” I squeezed my eyes shut in mortification. “I like him.”
Her silence was louder than the dogs barking outside. Davis had run out when one of his cameras picked up a possible cougar sighting. He told me to stay put, and I had zero qualms about doing exactly that.
“You like him, as in…” My mother trailed off.
I had to just say it, rip it off like a Band Aid. Otherwise it would be a slow, painful death.
“As in, we’re spending consensual adult time together and enjoying one another’s company.” My face burned. She’d never even explained the birds and the bees to me, but I’m assuming she knew I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
More silence expanded between us. “Well then, that’s…” She trailed off once more. “That’s a big piece of news.”
For two glorious seconds, I assumed she’d be happy. Her build-a-son was spending time with her daughter. That would be a match made in heaven in my parents’ world, right? Besides, she’d practically thrown us together the first night we met; this news should thrill her.
“Sweetie, I really wish you would have talked about this with us first,” she reproached quietly.
“Why would I have to talk about it with you first?” I scoffed, licking the spoon.
The little camera in front of me showed Davis still stalking around the same tree that he had been for the past ten minutes, the dogs jumping every few seconds and barking at whatever was up there.
“Well, there’s things to consider…” She trailed off.
“Such as?”
“He’s just delicate, sweetie.”
The image of dirty talking, rough sex Davis flashed in my head, making me laugh audibly. “He’s not as delicate as you might think.”
“Oh for goodness sakes, Raelyn, that’s crass. I didn’t need to know that.”
Talking with my mouth full, I responded, “Sorry, but you said he was delicate.”
“He’s just had a rough go of it, and with his brother, and the way his parents cut ties with him…. he’s just closed himself off to people, and it has taken your father and I a lot of time to get him to open up.”
It hurt that she seemed to know all these things about him; that he’d opened enough to them to share about his life.
“And what? You think I’ll ruin him?”
Her pause spoke volumes. “That’s not what I said. It’s just—you just got back, and you’re still finding your footing.”
“Mom, I’m not sure what to say to that.” She was right, I was still finding my footing, and I understood what she wasn’t saying. If things went badly, it could ruin things for her and my father. “But I do care for him, more than you probably know.”
“I’m sure you do, in your own way, sweetie.”
The camera showed Davis moving back to the front door.
“Mom, I have to go. I’ll be home tomorrow.
” I hung up before she could say anything else.
Not because I didn’t love her, but each word she said had rattled me to my core.
And if I let Davis know or show any of that, then he’d lose his only support system in the whole world.
So, I’d tuck it away, put on a brave face, and enjoy what time I had left of this weekend.
Later that night, I found out that Davis still liked to read.
He had an obsession with old, leather-bound books.
In his study, he had oil paintings—a few modern pieces of art, and hundreds of books, stacked, piled, and tucked into shelves.
I begged him to read to me, so that was how we ended our second night, reclined against one another in front of the fire, his dogs curled around each of us and my heart pounding in my chest. It would be too easy to fall in love with all of this… with him.
Too easy to love the rain, or the porch, or the soaking tub and scalp massages.
It was as though my past were taunting me, begging me to stay, but daring me to share my secret and see if he’d still welcome me here. The confession burned on the tip of my tongue, but panic seized my throat so much that when I did speak, it was something else that came out.
“Tell me about your family?”
The fire popped and cracked next to us as my question hung in the air. My chest grew tight as I waited for him to answer, but all I felt was the rise and fall of his chest below my cheek.
Finally, after what felt like forever, he stroked my hair and responded.
“There isn’t much to tell. I haven’t seen my parents in a few years; they wanted warm beaches and to live as close to the sun as humanly possible.”
But my parents had mentioned a brother.
Caressing his chest, I hedged. “How come you don’t see them?”
Letting out a heavy sigh, he toyed with the ends of my hair. “I just don’t.”
That was all he had to say to get me to shut up.
Obviously, he didn’t want to talk about it.
I didn’t want to push him. After a few beats, he continued reading.
I tried to imagine what his parents looked like, and why they’d actively choose not to see Davis again.
Although, I had chosen that too, hadn’t I?
I moved across the country to get away from him, and I suppose they did too… but why?
Blinking, I pushed past the thoughts plaguing me and focused on his words, but the more he read in that perfect, rough timbre, the more my heart softened and swooped.
I had to stop.
Turning in his arms, I stared down at him while his reading paused.
His lips parted, watching me in fascination as I unbuttoned my shirt.
He closed the book and set it aside.
The silence in the room seemed to scream at all the things I should be saying, and all the things he refused to—it didn’t matter. We didn’t have to explain ourselves; we’d let our bodies say all that we needed to.
I helped him peel his shirt off and then lowered myself to unfasten his jeans.
“Tell me what to do to you,” I whispered, peppering his chest with kisses.
Releasing a sound that could rival a growl, he sat up and gripped me by the neck, like he’d done in the bath.
Planting a firm kiss to my jaw, then a soft one to my lips, he shook his head.
“You tell me what you want.”
Flames licked at my insides as I processed his words. I hadn’t considered what I wanted, except to be touched and to feel good. But, him asking made me feel cherished, desired, and powerful. I could ask for anything.
“I want you to try what you showed me in the bath.”
The heated look he gave me told me I was right on track with what he’d been craving.
“Okay, but only if you promise me some slow sex upstairs afterward.”
Shit, maybe I was wrong. He wanted slow sex? That seemed incredibly intimate.
Nodding, I swallowed around the lump of emotion clogging my throat. How come every time I tried to categorize this as just sex, he seemed to contradict the sentiment? Every time I expected him to pull away, he’d tug me closer, or be sweeter, more thoughtful…more into this than I ever expected.
He moved, pulling off his jeans and boxers, nudging me out of my thoughts. Pressing a kiss to my jaw and down my neck, his voice was rough against me as he commanded, “Come here.”
Feeling exhilarated, I followed, until I stood before him, peering down into his dark eyes while his palm stroked his stiff erection.
“Straddle me,” he rasped, barely audible over the erratic beat in my ears.
Pressing my knee into the leather, and bracing my hand against his shoulder, I lowered myself onto him, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispered, “because you’re going to need every single ounce of air.”
Oh fuck.
Unable to remain still, I began grinding against him, going slow at first, and as I became more comfortable with his size and feeling stretched, he took the opportunity and gripped me by the neck with one massive palm while the other held my hip.
“Shit, you feel good.”
He thrust hard and fast, bouncing me on his cock while holding me by the throat.
“Look at these tits. You’re fucking perfect, baby,” he muttered, breathlessly, before leaning forward to lap at my nipples.
He released my neck and hip long enough to cup my breasts while he ran his tongue roughly across each peaked nub.
I continued fucking him while he sucked and licked, and then his hungry gaze traveled back up to mine, and I could see the lust consume him.
He used two hands to hold my neck while he thrust as hard as he could into my core.
“Fuck. It shouldn’t feel this good. How does it feel this good?” he asked accusingly, with a guttural groan.
I moaned, but as the sound left my lungs, he squeezed his fingers, making me squeak. Right as he did it, his hips rotated up, hitting a different spot inside me, somehow going deeper.
I was soaring as lust consumed me, emptying me out and filling me anew. I moved in ways I didn’t think possible, bouncing on his dick at a speed I had never known was actually possible outside of a porno.
Right as I was about to combust into a billion pieces, he groaned and lifted me off his lap. The loss of contact on my neck allowed for a gulp of air, but it didn’t last long. His hands went to my ribs as he gripped me then slammed my back into the couch, right before thrusting into me.
Pinning my leg to the side, his hips rotated at a breakneck speed, my orgasm slowly building once more as he slowed his thrusts and gripped my neck again.
“God, you take my cock so well.”
Heaving raspy breaths, I turned my head to the side, overwhelmed with sensations as he fucked me raw. At some point, he flipped me until I was half hanging off the armrest, ass up, his fingers spreading me.
“You doing okay, baby?”
It thrilled me when he called me that, and even though he’d only done so during sex, I still cherished the endearment. I moaned in response, a sultry plea that didn’t sound like me at all.
“I need more.” I had come at least twice, but I still wanted more. He had this way of working me right back up after helping me find release.
“Shit, when you tell me that, it just…fuck.”
I gripped the edge of the armrest when he lifted my hips and pushed me forward, causing my head to hang over the edge. I heard him spit and felt moisture being rubbed into my tight hole in my rear. Then he lined himself up and thrust into my pussy once more.
This time, his thumb pressed into that tight bundle of nerves in my ass.
Lubricated with his spit, it didn’t hurt, but I felt every thrust with a new intensity.
My entire body shook with each jolt of his hips, every stroke inside my core making me hiss and beg him to go harder until I had fallen so far over the edge that my hair touched the floor and only my ass was left on the arm.
He gripped my hip tight enough that I knew I’d have bruises later, pulling me down onto his hard length as he pushed against me one last time.
The moment seemed to hang in suspension and then he roared his release, the sheer intensity of his cock jerking inside me setting off my own climax, leaving me screaming in what felt like another language.
My brain was completely dead, my speech gone.
My chest was heaving so hard that I wasn’t sure I was breathing.
When Davis pulled me up and gathered me to his chest, I finally started to regain composure.
I had never had that many orgasms in a single fuck.
Hell, I had never had that many with another person, period.
Still out of breath, he smiled. “You ready for bed?”
I hummed in response. Ever so gently, he kissed my shoulder, his lips slowly traveling along my neck and along my hairline.
It was so intimate, so perfect, that my eyes began to water.
I didn’t want him to know how much his tenderness mattered, especially after him being a little rough with me.
Not that I didn’t completely love being dominated by him, but the soft side of him made me melt.
“Was that okay?” he asked in a whisper, taking my hand and kissing along every knuckle.
I half turned, watching as his lips caught on every single one while his eyes stayed on mine.
Giving him a smile, I took his hand and mimicked what he’d done to me, kissing each knob. “It was more than okay.”
“Good, then let’s go to bed.”
I smiled, knowing deep down I was already adding the way he said go to bed to a new mental list. It was ever growing, and if my journals were anything to go by, I was completely screwed. Already I was back to loving Davis Brenton, and it barely took any time at all.
I decided I’d worry about it tomorrow; I’d learn how to unravel this feeling in my chest. Tonight, I’d let him make love to me and then sleep in his arms, imagining he was mine.