BONUS CONTENT
RAY
Almost Four Months Later
“Why did I agree to this?”
I snake my arms around Kaya’s waist, drop my nose to the crook of her neck, and lift her off the ground. “Because you love me.”
“Hmm. Maybe not as much as I used to.”
Snow flurries around us as I set her back on her feet. “Nah. You love me more.”
Kaya spins around, rests her palms on my chest, and narrows her eyes. “Moving while it’s snowing does not make me love you more.” Her lips curve into a wicked smile. “Guess you’ll have to make it up to me later. Several times.”
In two weeks, Kaya and I will celebrate seven months together. And yes, I am the corny one in the relationship that makes a big deal out of each milestone. Flowers, gifts, cooking lessons, decadent dinners, orgasms… I shower my woman with it all. And she loves every second.
Heat licks my veins as I frame her face and erase every inch of space between us. “How about we start now?”
A blush hits her cheeks as she swallows. “Maybe in the shower once we unpack.”
Groaning, I duck my chin until my lips ghost hers. “Wet and naked and ready…” I close my eyes and will my dick to go down. “How am I supposed to load boxes with that image in my head?”
She sucks my bottom lip, takes it between her teeth, then releases it. “Consider it motivation.” With a slap of my ass, she steps back, turns toward her old house, and calls over her shoulder. “Let’s not make our friends do all the work.”
I stare at the sway of her hips and groan loud enough for her to hear.
She laughs in response then disappears inside the house.
Tipping my head back, I let the flurries land on my face and cool my overheated skin. Count to ten and think of anything other than Kaya’s naked body in our shower.
“Everything alright?”
I level my head and turn toward Travis. “Should be asking you that.”
Stone Bay has been complete chaos the past couple of months, but I hope it settles down soon. A lot has changed in such a short period, but it’s all for the better. Kaya’s family seems to think the worst of it is over, but I won’t hold my breath.
Travis sets a box in the bed of his truck then leans against the open tailgate. “I’m good. Adjusting to the new norm.” He scoffs. “So much is different, but a lot remains the same. If that makes any sense.”
Kaya kept me in the loop of all the news. Since the changes impact what Stone Bay has considered as the founding families for generations, most of the details have been kept under wraps. But I wouldn’t put it past Phoebe to publish a special edition in the Stone Bay Gazette once the dust settles. Her recent stories have certainly ruffled a lot of feathers.
“It does. If you need a night out to blow off steam or vent, you know where to find me.” I slap and squeeze his shoulder, then tip my head toward the house. “Should probably go help before Kaya gets upset and changes her mind about moving in.”
It will never happen. Kaya has slept in my bed all but a few nights since the beginning of August. I’d have to do something monumentally stupid to fuck that up.
Travis laughs. “Let’s get the last of her things and get you two home before the snow gets worse.”
We finish loading up our vehicles, leaving the large furniture items in the house for the next Imala or Stonewater family member. In a four-vehicle convoy, we drive the last of Kaya’s things to our house.
A light dusting of snow blankets the town with a promise of heavier snowfall later tonight. Winter events carry on, but many of the residents have steered clear this season. With all the recent disorder, can’t say I blame them. Most of the townsfolk are at the grocery store, clearing the shelves, saying this will be the biggest storm Stone Bay’s seen in years.
If only snowstorms and heatwaves were all this town needed to worry about.
Flipping on the blinker, I turn off the highway and onto the personal road for the Calhoun estate. I lift my and Kaya’s joined hands to my lips and kiss her knuckles. “Sure you’re up for everyone staying for dinner?”
“Absolutely. If they won’t let us pay them for their help, we’ll feed them instead.”
“Love you, Fire Eyes.”
“Love you too, Chef.”
The garage comes into view, and I press the button to open it. We take turns backing into the driveway and then get to work unloading everything into the garage. Boxes stacked and out of the way, I close the garage door and we all head into the house.
While everyone relaxes with a drink, I get to work on burgers, grilled fish, vegetable kabobs, potato wedges, and a massive salad. Knowing we’d be worn out from hauling boxes, I did most of the prep work this morning. And before anyone finishes their first drink, I load up platters and carry them to the dining room.
“Where’s Tucker?” Oliver mumbles around his burger.
“Parents took him for the weekend so we could move and unpack without worrying about him.” I dunk a potato wedge in garlic-curry aioli. “Mom said they’re making homemade chocolates and candies. She’ll send dozens home with him.”
“Ooh,” Kirsten, Travis’s girlfriend, and Skylar, one of her best friends, say in unison then laugh.
“Promise I’ll sneak some for you,” Kaya tells them.
Light conversation about the holidays floats through the room as we finish dinner. Everyone offers to help clean up, but Kaya and I turn them down.
“Should probably go before the snow gets worse,” Travis says.
“As much as I love you all, I don’t have the energy for a sleepover,” I tease, and everyone laughs.
Hugs are exchanged and we tell everyone to drive safe. When the last set of taillights disappears from view, Kaya and I head back inside and clean up. With the table cleared and dishes in the dishwasher, I take Kaya’s hand and lead her out of the kitchen, turning off the light.
We ascend the stairs in comfortable silence, amble into the bedroom, and turn for the bathroom. Cranking the shower, I take my time peeling off her layers. She strips me with equal care, her fingers tracing my tattoos.
I guide us into the shower and shut the door. Wash her hair and massage her scalp. Caress every single curve and inch of her addictive body as I wash her head to toe. After she returns the favor, spending more time soaping and stroking my cock, I rinse off with my lips pressed to hers.
I lick and suck, bite and claim. Then I spin her around, hike up her leg and plant her foot on the bench. Snake an arm around her waist and dip my fingers between her thighs. Circle her clit then slip my fingers inside her hot, sweet pussy.
“You make me wild, Fire Eyes.” I rub the length of my cock along her ass. “In the best fucking ways.”
Her whimpers bounce off the shower walls.
“Need you to come for me.” I flick her clit then sink my fingers into her pussy again. “Give me one before I fuck you with my cock.”
Kaya groans and rocks her hips, fucking my fingers. She loves when I talk dirty. When I demand her orgasm. And I love when she gets like this. Greedy. Desperate. Insatiable. We may be exhausted from the day, but she’ll come at least three times before we collapse and pass out.
She reaches back and fists my hair. Drops her head on my shoulder and mewls, her brown nipples stiff and thrust up.
I pump my fingers faster. Stroke her clit with more urgency and pressure. Knead her breast with my other hand. Clamp down on the curve of her shoulder with my mouth and suck hard.
Her cries grow louder, faster, needier. And then her pussy strangles my fingers. She fists my hair and whimpers as she rides out her orgasm.
“Such a good fucking girl, Fire Eyes.” I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck the taste of her off them.
Once she catches her breath, I cut off the shower, towel dry her hair and skin, then carry her to the bed. The mood is playful at first. Smiles, laughter, tickling. But as I hover over her and toy with the damp strands of her hair, the air crackles between us.
I claim her mouth. Kiss her slowly, passionately. Stroke her tongue with mine. Taste her as I wrap her in my arms. Hum a beat before I break this kiss and rest my forehead on hers. “Love you, Fire Eyes. So fucking much.”
Her delicate fingers trail my jawline as her coppery-brown irises stare into my soul. “Love you too, Chef.” She presses her lips to mine in a chaste kiss. “As nice as this moment is”—she bites her bottom lip—“I need you to fuck me.”
A growl rumbles in my chest. “I love when you demand sex.”
She reaches between us and strokes my cock. “I know.”
Then she flips me over, lifts up off my waist, grabs my cock, and lowers herself onto it. We sigh in unison as she sinks down and takes me to the hilt.
I fist her hips and set the pace. Drag her up and down the length of my cock. Get lost in the sight of her, the feel of her pussy choking my dick, the sound of skin slapping skin and our libidinous moans. The smell of her arousal in the air.
Full tits pushed up and bouncing, hands planted on my chest and nails in my pecs, she rides me hard. And then the pitch of her moans shifts, gets higher, more irregular.
Bruising her hips with my grip, I lift and slam her on my cock. Meet her thrust for wild thrust until her limbs shake and orgasm drenches my balls.
Exhausted and breathless, I flip her onto her back and slow the pace. Sit back on my haunches and lift her legs over my shoulders. My eyes dart between hers and where my cock slides in and out of her pussy. The sight is erotic, addictive, and absolute perfection.
Thumb on her clit, I draw slow circles and add just enough pressure. “I’ll never get my fill of you, Fire Eyes.” I rock my hips forward and moan as I disappear inside her. “Not fucking possible.”
She cups her breasts and gently pinches her nipples. “Never,” she whispers on a moan.
And when I come, it’s with her name on my tongue.