Chapter 34
CHAPTER 34
I gnoring every instinct screaming at him that this was a mistake, Stark knocked on Rayna’s door. He’d been at the goddamn gym for nearly an hour, punishing his muscles into another needless workout just because he couldn’t stand the thought of leaving Rayna and Rupert alone. They had finished their workout, and even though Stark had watched Rayna leave in her car, his tension had been sky high the entire drive home.
He’d had no idea what he would have done if Rayna’s SUV hadn’t been in her driveway or, worse, if Rupert’s car had been there. Thankfully, it was only Rayna’s SUV in her driveway.
He was too worked up to eat dinner, but he had a hot shower and then fed Molly. Even his now nightly habit of bringing the three kittens onto the bed and cuddling them hadn’t eased his irritation. He kept seeing Rayna flirting with Rupert, the images in his mind driving him crazy, until here he was, knocking on her door, full of jealousy and bad intentions.
The wind was ice cold, and he waited impatiently for only a minute or so before knocking again and shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.
The door opened, and Rayna, her wet hair tucked behind her ears and - fucking hell - wearing nothing but a long t-shirt, said, “You don’t have to pound on the door. I have a working doorbell now, thanks to you.”
He pushed past her, the jealousy and anger and lust a swirling mass in his belly.
“Come on in,” she said with an exaggerated eye roll before closing the door and locking it.
They stared silently at each other in the narrow hallway before Rayna finally said, “What do you want? I was just about to go to bed.”
He folded his arms across his chest and scowled at her. “I gave you a pass to my gym to work out, Ms. Abrams.”
“I’m aware,” she said, giving him a ‘why are you acting so dumb’ look that only inflamed him more.
“Are you sure? Since you spent the entire evening flirting with my employee instead of working out, maybe I should take back the gym pass.”
Her eyes widened, and his scowl deepened when she started laughing. “You’re taking away the gym pass because you’re jealous I made a new friend at the gym?”
“You want him to be more than a friend, and I am not jealous of your flirting ,” he snarled.
“I wasn’t flirting,” she said.
“Bullshit.”
She paused before grinning. “Yeah, you’re right. I was flirting. Rupert’s cute.”
“You are not allowed to flirt with my employees,” he snapped.
She laughed again. “Says who?”
“He’s too young for you,” he said, as what suspiciously sounded a little like desperation coloured his voice.
“He told me he’s twenty-four,” she said. “Stop acting like I’m robbing the cradle.”
“Ms. Abrams, I forbid you to flirt with my employees.”
“Oh, you forbid me now.” She crowded in close, and his cock turned to stone when her breasts brushed against him. She stood on her tiptoes and curled her hand around the back of his neck, lightly tugging until he bent his head and his mouth was only inches from hers. “What will you do to me if I keep flirting with your employees?”
“Rayna,” he groaned. In an instant, his jealousy became an uncontrollable burn for her. Christ, he wanted to kiss her. Needed to kiss her.
“Will you spank me, Stark?”
His breath shuddered out of him as the last of his control eroded. He grabbed her hips, yanking her fully against him and grinding his dick against her. “If you want me to.”
Her right hand squeezed the back of his neck as her left hand fisted in his shirt. “There are a lot of things I want you to do to me.”
“Like what? Be specific,” he said.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip, and he tracked the movement like a predator. She rubbed her lower body against him, and he hissed out a breath at the pressure against his aching cock.
“Kiss me,” she said.
He dropped his mouth onto hers, his hands tightening on her hips as she opened her mouth and invited him in. They kissed greedily, their tongues twisting and turning. He slid his hands under her shirt to cup her ass, grunting in surprise when he felt her warm, naked skin.
He pulled back, studying Rayna’s kiss-swollen lips. “You’re not wearing panties.”
Her grin was saucy. “You said I only had to wear underwear around men who weren’t you.”
“Fuck, you’re killing me, woman,” he said before squeezing her ass.
She kissed him again, not objecting when he slid his hands to her thighs and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing her pussy against his denim clad erection. She gasped, her hips moving shamelessly faster, and he gripped her ass again. “Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” she said, still rocking against his cock, “but unless you want me to come all over the front of your jeans, we need to get you naked.”
“Yes,” he muttered, trailing kisses down the soft skin of her throat. “I definitely want to be naked with you.”
He carried her toward the living room, stopping when she tugged lightly on his hair. “Take me upstairs.”
He hesitated, and she gave him a lightly mocking smile. “Unless it’s too much for you to carry me? You are thirty-two, after all. Maybe I should call Rupert and ask - ouch!”
She gave him an outraged look. “You spanked me!”
He headed toward the stairs. “Be a good girl, and I won’t do it again.”
She nipped his throat hard. He hissed out a breath and slapped her ass again before climbing the stairs.
“First door on the right,” she said.
He walked into her bedroom. Freddie was lying on the bed, and he made a disgruntled meow before jumping down and strutting out of the room. Stark set Rayna down beside the bed, and she immediately began to strip off his clothes. He tossed his shirt aside as she unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them and his briefs down his legs. They got caught on his boots, and he muttered a curse as Rayna laughed.
She tugged and pulled on him, shuffling him around until he was in front of the bed before giving him a hard shove in the chest. He fell back on the bed, and she pulled off each of his boots and then quickly removed the rest of his clothes.
She eyed his cock with a shameless hunger that made precum drip from the head. He fisted his cock, stroking it slowly as Rayna yanked her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor.
“Fuck,” he said with a low groan.
She grinned and cupped one perfect breast, toying with the already taut nipple before slipping her hand between her legs. She rubbed lightly and showed him her soaked fingers.
His mouth watered, and he was suddenly desperate to taste her. Before he could invite her to sit on his face, she said, “Move to the middle of the bed.”
He did what she asked, stuffing a pillow under his head when she hopped onto the bed and then straddled him backwards.
“Fuck me,” he said as she spread her legs, and he had the perfect view of her incredible ass and tight pussy.
“That’s the idea,” she said before reaching between her legs and gripping his cock. She lowered herself down onto his cock, making soft gasps and moans as she slowly took him into her body.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he moaned as her little pussy took him inch by torturous inch. When she was stuffed full of him, she stared at him over her shoulder, her face flushed and her eyes bright with desire.
“Okay, baby?” he asked.
She took a deep breath. “Yeah, I just need a minute.”
He rubbed and stroked her ass, his breath catching when she leaned forward and braced her hands on his shins. She moved up and down, and he couldn’t stop his moan as he watched his cock slide in and out of her pussy.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good on my dick,” he said.
She moved faster, her pussy squeezing his cock, her ass grinding against him with every downward thrust. His hips rocked up to meet each of her thrusts as his breath quickened and pleasure radiated through his body.
He gripped her hips and pumped into her, needing to move harder and faster. She tore his hands from her hips and lifted herself off him. He groaned when his dick slipped out of her pussy, and he stared at her soaking wet hole, harsh need rocketing through him, before reaching for her hips again.
“No,” she said and pushed his hands away.
“Baby, I need to be in you,” he groaned.
“I know,” she said, “but you’ll be a good boy and not move while I fuck you, or neither of us get an orgasm tonight.”
He muttered a curse but held perfectly still as she lowered herself onto his dick again. He gripped the sheets in tight fists, his eyes glued to her pussy, and praying for mercy as she rode him excruciatingly slow.
“Rayna,” he gritted out. “Faster.”
She peeked over her shoulder at him. “Admit you were jealous of my new friendship with Rupert, and I will.”
“Don’t say his name while you’re fucking me,” he said.
She squeezed around him, then leaned forward and tilted her hips so that he slipped out of her again. He let loose with another curse before glaring at her. “Rayna!”
“Admit it,” she said.
“Fine. I was jealous,” he ground out, “but you shouldn’t have been flirting with him in front of me.”
Her little pussy swallowed his dick again, and he was in heaven. “So, you’re allowed to flirt with other women, but I can’t flirt with other men?”
“What are you talking about? Fuck, baby, move faster.”
She kept the same slow pace of fucking him. “Phoebe Edwards. You were on a goddamn date with her today.”
“I wasn’t,” he said.
She glared at him over her shoulder, her dark brown eyes bright with jealousy before she pulled off him again. “Liars don’t get pussy, Stark.”
Oh, Jesus, she would be the fucking death of him. “I’m not lying. She ambushed me in the coffee shop.”
She stared at him, her hot little pussy only inches from his dick, and he said, “I swear, baby.”
Thank fucking Christ, she settled onto his dick again, her pussy squeezing him tight as she rode him a little faster. “You invited her back to the office.”
“She invited herself,” he panted, his hands tightening in the sheets. “Baby, can I touch you? Please, I need to touch you.”
“Yes, you may,” she said.
He grabbed her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh as she took him deep. “She wants to fuck you, Stark.”
Before he could reply, she rode him hard and fast, bouncing on his dick, the hot glide of her pussy making his eyes roll back in his head and his body arch.
“You’re not allowed to fuck her,” she said.
He didn’t reply, his entire focus narrowed to the slick grip of Rayna’s pussy on his dick. Christ, he was so fucking close. Just a few more strokes and -
“Fuck!” The word exploded out of his mouth as Rayna leaned forward, and he slipped out of her again. “Rayna!”
Her giggle was both adorable and evil as hell. “Yes, Stark?”
“Give me your pussy,” he said.
“Promise me you won’t fuck Phoebe, and you can have my pussy,” she said.
He blinked at her. Why the fuck were they talking about Phoebe? “I’m not attracted to her.”
“Promise me you won’t fuck her,” Rayna said before sliding him back into her pussy.
He squeezed her ass, desperate for her to move. “Fuck me, baby.”
She stared at him over her shoulder. “Promise me, Isaac, and then I’ll fuck you.”
“I promise I won’t fuck her,” he said quickly. “Please, Rayna, I need you.”
Her beautiful face broke out into a smile. “That’s my good boy.”
She rewarded his obedience by fucking him hard and fast. He moaned her name, holding her hips and staring at her perfect body before he suddenly sat up and hooked his arm around her waist.
He kissed the back of her shoulder, his hands cupping her breasts. “Baby, turn around to face me.”
She arched into his touch, her breath releasing in a soft moan when he pulled lightly on her nipples. “You don’t like the reverse cowgirl?”
He kissed her throat. “I like it, but I want to see your face when you come.”
She stared at him before suddenly kissing him hard. He sucked on her tongue, cupping her breasts and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples as she dug her nails into his thighs. When they broke apart, he rubbed her flat stomach. “Will you turn around for me?”
She nodded, and he laid on his back again, watching as she turned and straddled him before guiding his cock into her pussy. They both moaned as she sank onto him, and he rubbed her thighs. “Come here, baby.”
She leaned over him, propping herself up on her hands and gasping his name when he cupped her breasts and sucked hard on one nipple. He teased both nipples with hard sucks and nips before sliding his hand between her thighs and rubbing her clit.
She moaned his name, grinding her body against his fingers, as her head fell back. He gave her clit a light pinch and kissed between her breasts. “Fuck me, Rayna.”
“Yes, Isaac,” she breathed, bracing her hands on his chest. He held her hip in a loose grip with his left hand, keeping his right hand between her thighs and rubbing her clit as she rode him hard and fast.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she panted, her fingers digging into his chest. “Oh fuck, I’m close.”
“Me too,” he gritted out, his hips rising and falling with every thrust of Rayna’s hips. “Faster, baby.”
She did what he asked, her hips working furiously and her beautiful breasts bouncing.
“Oh God, Isaac, ohhhh…” Her breath rushed out of her as her body tensed and her pussy clamped down around his dick. He rubbed her clit hard as she cried his name again, and her body shook wildly.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned, pumping himself into her clenching pussy over and over again until the pleasure consumed him. He yanked her down against him, holding her tight as her pussy milked every drop of seed from his willing body.
She relaxed against him, her face buried in his throat as his body shook lightly beneath hers. He sucked in a breath, closing his eyes and threading his fingers through Rayna’s damp hair as their bodies came down from the high.
Nearly five minutes passed before he said, “I don’t want you to date Rupert.”
She sat up and slid off him, sitting naked on the bed beside him as a grin crossed her face. “Lucas told me you have a no personal talk rule with your employees. You should reconsider that.”
“Why?”
“Because then you’d know that Rupert isn’t single.”
He ignored his immediate relief. “He has a girlfriend?”
“A boyfriend,” she said.
“He was checking out your body,” Stark said.
She shrugged. “Maybe he’s bi. Either way, he’s not single.”
“How do you know?”
“Because pretty shortly into my flirting with him at the gym, he told me all about his boyfriend,” she said.
He sat up and gave her a mock scowl. “You could have told me that earlier.”
“I could have,” she said with a soft giggle. “But I was enjoying your jealousy a little too much.”
God, he loved how blunt she was. “You were jealous, too.”
She shrugged before sliding off the bed and snagging her t-shirt off the floor. She slipped into it. “Phoebe was my childhood bully. Hell, she’s still a bully, and she doesn’t deserve anything as nice as riding your magnificent dick.”
“Magnificent, huh?” he said with a grin.
“Oh God, now your ego is going to trap you in my bedroom.”
He laughed, and there were a few seconds of awkward silence before she glanced at the doorway. “So, this was a lot of fun, but you should probably go before we ruin it with a fight or something.”
It took him a minute to realize the hurt he felt was because he wanted to stay. He wanted to sleep in Rayna’s bed with her soft body against his and wake up to her gorgeous face.
He shoved those dangerous thoughts out of his head before they could take root. He planted an easygoing grin on his face and slid out of her bed. “Good point.”
He dressed quickly and patted Bea when he walked out of Rayna’s bedroom to find the beagle sitting at the top of the stairs. They walked silently down the stairs, and he studied the security system control panel on the wall beside the door.
“Installation went smoothly?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said before hesitating. “Thank you for doing that. I appreciate it, but I also think I should pay you back for it. If you’re willing to do a payment plan, then I could -”
“No,” he said. “Consider it a gift.”
She chewed on her bottom lip but then nodded. “All right. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He opened the front door, glancing at the control panel again. Despite knowing Rayna didn’t need the reminder, he said, “Don’t forget to set the alarm.”
“I won’t,” she said. “Good night, Stark.”
“Good night, Rayna.”