Chapter 26
CHAPTER 26
O kay, so Rayna had gone her entire adult life without even a hint of awareness that she was secretly a BDSM enthusiast.
I mean, she had to be. Right? It was the only explanation for why Stark ripping off a stuck piece of wax on her pussy had turned her on.
Open for me, Rayna.
Stark’s earlier words echoed in her head and sent a flood of wetness to her pussy. Fuck, if she didn’t let go of his hand, he was about to find out just how perverted she was. Instead of releasing him, she held his wrist even tighter, refusing to let go.
He pressed up against her back, and, oh sweet lord, that was his erection against her ass, and she didn’t have a hope in hell of stopping herself from grinding against it.
Stark’s breath caught in her ear, and she didn’t even care that she could hear the amusement in his voice when he said, “You have to let go of my hand if you want me to move it, Ms. Abrams.”
“I think there might still be some bits of, um, fabric.” Her voice sounded embarrassingly needy.
“Is that right? Would you like me to check again?”
“Yes, please,” she said.
His left hand smoothed a path down the outside of her thigh. “You know what I need you to do.”
“Open for you,” she whispered and shamelessly spread her legs wide.
“That’s my good girl,” he said.
She moaned when his fingers brushed against her throbbing skin. He explored her pussy with light, gentle sweeps of his fingertips. She squirmed and rubbed against his erection before tugging on his wrist in an attempt to guide his fingers to her aching clit.
His laugh was low and intimate in her ear. “No fabric left.”
He brushed against the first spot she’d waxed, and she hissed out a breath at the brief flare of pain.
He kissed her throat. “Sorry, baby. I know it’s tender.”
“Please,” she said.
He stroked her clit. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He didn’t make her beg. His fingers pressed against her swollen, aching clit and rubbed in firm circles. She cried out, her hips rocking against his hand as pleasure and a deep ache coiled in her belly.
Stark’s left arm slid around her waist, and he pressed her back against him, rubbing his dick against her ass as he teased her clit. She let her head fall back against his shoulder, staring blindly at the ceiling while her hips worked hard against his hand.
“No!” she cried out when he moved his fingers away from her clit.
“Shh,” he crooned. “I want to know how tight you are.”
He pressed against her opening, and she cried out again when he slid his thick finger into her. He added a second one, and she squirmed against him. He kissed her throat again, pumping his fingers lightly back and forth until she moaned and dug her nails into his wrist. “Please!”
Pressing her against his erection, he returned to her clit, rubbing it hard. Hot pleasure blasted through her body, and she bit back her scream as her orgasm burst inside of her in a torrent of heat and light and bliss.
She sagged against Stark, and he held her weight easily, his fingers slowing against her clit before he slid his hand out from under her nightgown.
He kissed her throat again. “Good, baby?”
She nodded, her heart beating wildly in her chest and her lungs battling for air. Stark pressed his cock against her ass, and she rubbed against him, smiling at his low groan.
She turned to face him, both of them jumping when her phone alarm went off with a shrill cry. She snatched it from the counter, shutting it off and staring in horror at the time.
“Oh shit. I have to leave now, or I’ll be late for…”
She stared wide-eyed at Stark as the warmth in his gaze disappeared, and he stepped away from her. “Your date with my cousin.”
“Stark, I -”
He shook his head and turned away, walking toward the doorway. “Enjoy your date, Ms. Abrams.”
* * *
“For a restaurant in a dinky little town, the food wasn’t half-bad.” Jasper smiled at her before sipping his wine.
Irritation threaded through Rayna at Jasper’s dismissive tone. She tried to ignore it, but the entire dinner had been like this - him making passive aggressive jabs at the town she loved.
Despite the fast and efficient service of the Bronze Blossom, the dinner had dragged on, and they still had the damn ice skating to do. She just wanted to go home so she could…
Knock on Stark’s door and ask him if he wants to finish what they’d started?
No, of course not. What happened between them was a mistake. A giant glaring one that took every inch of her willpower not to continually analyze, think about, and obsess over during her dinner with Jasper.
Why did you let Stark do that? Hell, you begged him to do it. He’s trying to drive you off your property, and you’re more than happy to let him stick his fingers up your hooch just because you’re a little goddamn horny?
She’d been more than a little horny, and despite how much she hated Stark, she had to admit the guy knew what he was doing when it came to sex. She had never come that quickly with a man before. Especially if it was the first time he’d touched her. But Stark’s touch, his voice in her ear, how he took control and -
Rayna, stop it!
She gave herself a mental shake. Now was not the time to rehash her orgasm at the hands of her arch nemesis. She had come so quickly despite the circumstances and the pain of the waxing because it’d been a long time since she’d gotten laid, and Stark was good with his hands. It was a one-time dip into insanity, and she would never allow it to happen again.
“Rayna?”
“I’m sorry.” She smiled at Jasper. “What were you saying?”
He eyed her over his wine glass. “I’m really enjoying our date.”
“I am too,” she lied brightly before finishing off her wine as the server discreetly placed the bill on the table.
Jasper drank the last of his wine as Rayna paid the bill before smiling at him. “Ready to go?”
“Yes,” he said.
He helped her into her jacket, and they left the restaurant. Rayna shivered in the cold air, glancing at Jasper’s expensive but thin winter coat. He was going to freeze at the ice rink.
She stopped at her battered SUV. Hoping he couldn’t hear the lack of interest in her voice, she said, “So, I can give you the address of the Sports Complex, or you can ride with me to the ice rink, and I’ll bring you back here to grab your car when we’re finished. What would you prefer?”
He smiled at her, and she couldn’t deny that he was a handsome man. His dark brown eyes were warm and inviting and didn’t radiate one bit of coldness like a certain blue-eyed cousin of his. Unlike his cousin, he was clean shaven, and she studied his mouth, willing herself to be even mildly into the idea of being in his bed. She’d had every intention of having sex with Jasper tonight if he was interested, and her utter lack of attraction to him was baffling. She should be into him, so why the hell wasn’t she?
Maybe because it’s Stark’s face you want buried between your thighs?
If her inner voice didn’t shut up, Rayna would strangle it.
Jasper took her hand, rubbing his thumb lightly across her knuckles. “To be honest, I’m not really into ice skating.”
Relief washed over her. She’d offer to take him for coffee and dessert at Grind My Beans instead. She could fake interest for another hour or so, and then she could go home, have a hot bath, and not think at all about Stark and his surprising ability to make her come.
“That’s fine,” she said. “How about coffee and dessert? Grind My Beans downtown has amazing coffee, and they make a delicious coffee cake that’s to die for.”
Jasper stepped closer and slid one muscular arm around her waist, tugging her up against him. “We could go for coffee, or we could just skip to what we both really want… you in my bed.”
He pressed his mouth against hers, his lips gentle and coaxing as he slid his hand into her hair. She returned his kiss, trying but failing to feel anything beyond a weary sort of annoyance.
She pulled back, and Jasper smiled at her before lightly tugging on a tendril of her hair. “What do you say we go back to my hotel? The room is hideous, and the walls are thin, but the bed is comfortable enough.”
He leaned in to kiss her again, and she dodged his kiss, untangling herself from his grip. “I think we should have coffee and dessert.”
Annoyance flickered across his face before he smoothed it away. “Sure. But can we take my car? Your car looks dirty, and I’m assuming it’s covered in animal hair.”
“I prefer to take mine,” she said, “but Grind My Beans is right on Main Street, so it’s easy to find. You can follow me, or I can give you directions.”
“Sure,” he said before giving her a flirtatious grin. “I doubt anyone in this one-horse town will be surprised to see your car at the hotel later tonight.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked as alarm bells clanged in her head.
He shrugged, pulling out a pair of expensive leather gloves and sliding them onto his hands. “They all know how much I paid for you.”
“Excuse me?” she said. “Paid for me?”
He waved it off. “Donated to the rescue, same thing.”
“No, it is fucking not,” she said.
He scowled. “No need to be crude. I hate it when women curse.”
“Well, that’s too fucking bad,” she said. “Because I’m using bad language when someone insinuates that I’m a sex worker.”
“Calm down. That isn’t what I meant.”
“Calm down?” She didn’t think it was possible to be angrier, but here they were. “You did not just tell me to calm down.”
He took a step back, holding up his hands in a placating manner while giving her a ‘what the fuck’ look that only enraged her further. “Rayna, come on. What is your problem?”
“My problem is that you’re assuming I’ll fuck you tonight.”
“Of course I am,” he said, giving her a bewildered look. “I paid three grand for our date tonight, Rayna.”
“No, you donated three grand to a fundraiser,” she snapped.
“Tomato, tomahto,” he said dismissively. “Look, why are we fighting? You’re attracted to me, and I paid three thousand dollars to your little rescue. You owe me, Rayna.”
“Do you even hear the shit coming out of your mouth?” she asked.
He sighed in exasperation. “You can’t honestly believe that I would pay three grand just for dinner and ice skating with you.”
“I did because I’m not an asshole.”
His lips thinned. “I should have known better than to expect you to be a lady when you plunge toilets for a goddamn living.”
“Go fuck yourself,” she said before opening her car door and sliding inside.
“Are you kidding me right now?” he said. “You owe me, Rayna.”
“I don’t owe you shit, asshole.” She slammed her door, started the car, and flipped Jasper the bird before driving away.