Chapter 4 #2
My tongue traces the tops of her breasts.
Her breath catches, then escapes in a sound that mirrors my own.
She grips my shoulders, fingernails pressing half-moons into my skin.
She moves against me in a sharp, urgent rhythm that has us sliding around the ring.
Rainey doesn’t want gentle; her body language says rough sex.
I’m all for it because, damn, do I need it.
Her bouncing is only going to get me to finish before her.
Before I get her on her knees, I kiss her desperately, my hands trembling against her jawline, thumbs tracing the hollows beneath her cheekbones as our lips meet with the frantic urgency of messy open-mouth kisses as if trying to capture something essential that might slip away at any moment.
Like the sunlight she gives, which would vanish from my soul.
I guide her down with a touch to her shoulder.
Rainey’s skin catches the light from the window, a sheen spreading across her back as she settles onto her forearms. I relish seeing her in any position, but this one is my favorite.
I pause at the sight—the curve where her spine meets her hips, the way she glances back, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
Rainey’s ass up in the air, ready for me to take her in.
Each movement draws a gasp from her lips, a sound that mingles with the rhythm we create together.
My fingers find their way through her hair, tangled in dark waves, as she presses back against me, taking me completely.
Damn.
Her moans are anything but quiet. She calls my name, the sound breaking into raw and breathless gasps. What a good girl she is when her fingertips run along her swollen nipples. My weakness is watching her play with herself.
“You weren’t joking. You’re a feral little thing.
” The words catch in my throat, hoarse and desperate, as I guide her onto her back and press my body against hers.
Rainey’s nails dig into my back, onto my shoulder blades, sweat beading along her collarbone and pooling in the hollow of her throat.
My sweat drips down onto her. When she cries out, the sound vibrates through her chest into mine, and we both plunge over the edge, the pent-up need finally breaking free, a rush that leaves us only wanting more. The hunger in her eyes matches my own.
We will never be done, she and I.
“Are you feeling alright?” I ask, climbing off her. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I reach for her hand and kiss her wrist where her tattoo lies: tesoro mío.
The smile on her face knocks the air right out of me.
“I’m good. Now.” She laughs, and that has a grin spread on my face.
“We are nowhere close to done. How about we take a dip in the pool and see where that goes?”
“Ahh, skinny dip?” Her breath hitches as she runs her index finger down my chest.
“It seems we need to cool off.” I stand and extend my hand for her to take.
We spent the entire day tangled in each other’s arms. From having incredible sex in the pool to continuing it throughout the whole house, it went from fucking to making love.
It was fantastic. The gut feeling of losing her still settles deep down in me.
Call it superstition or being terrified of losing the love of my life.
It always seems life likes to throw a curveball at us.
As if to ask, will you reach for each other when the world tilts sideways?
I hope that’s not the case, even if I have to move us to another state far from everyone. I will.
It’s been a week since I returned to my office, which includes jogging in the morning, then work, and heading to the gym for training, since my fight is in a week, all due to my bossy girlfriend, who pushed me out of the house as she went back to work.
The fall semester starts soon at the university.
Rainey had thought about attending summer school.
I’m not sure if she has enrolled just yet, but I do know she was looking at the pamphlet on the sofa while we watched a movie.
I click on the cameras in the café and watch as she smiles at her customers.
She seems less stressed since I hired more help for her.
That’s what I was going for. For some reason, Leo loves to work two hours a day stocking and ordering books.
He and Rainey have become incredibly close.
He told me he feels a strong connection to her.
I knew he would when he met her, and she would eventually learn the truth about him, too.
Leo’s mother gave him up at a young age when she found out she had a chronic illness.
It’s unfortunate when you don’t have a good family to watch over your kids if something were to happen.
Rainey walks over to Leo. He’s done stocking cowboy romance books and gives her his charming signature smile.
They talk about something, then he hugs her, and he’s out the door.
Rainey’s gaze stays pinned on him. She wears a frown on her pretty face.
Perhaps he shared his struggles with her.
Leo wears his mask well. What people don’t know is that he suffers from depression and anxiety.
Shutting the computer off, I get back to the stack of paperwork I have. Twenty minutes later, there’s a knock at my door. Ellena, my new secretary who’s in her late fifties, walks in. Leo wasn’t pleased with my letting Roxy leave; apparently, he liked her tits in his face when she bent down.
“Hello, how are you?” Ellena says in her sweet, motherly voice.
“I’m doing good. How have you been?”
She pulls out a chair in front of my desk.
“Wonderful. I love working here. The boys are a pleasure to work with. That Leo has me laughing all day,” she says as she sets papers on my desk.
“Xander left these weekly reports with me before heading out. I’ve been reviewing the numbers, and they’re impressive.
We’re going to need to bring on additional technicians soon.
The business is taking off, and your Los Angeles accounts are growing rapidly, too.
You might want to consider establishing a dedicated security surveillance office there.
” Ellena exhales while shoving a pencil in her hair bun.
“You’re right. We need to hire a couple more techs and get more trucks.
I did notice the number of work orders in LA.
I’ve been looking for a location. I think I found one,” I tell her.
We’ve been commuting for a while now. I have a small temp office we have been renting, but now that we are expanding, I need a whole new crew for the Los Angeles location.
“I’m excited about the expansion. If you need me to train new hires, I’ll be happy to do so.”
“Thank you, Ellena. If you can let Nelly in HR know, that would be great.”
She nods and walks out the door.
Leo slides in right after Ellena leaves. “How’s it hanging, bro?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. I don’t know where he gets this shit from, but I play along with him. “Pretty fucking low, as in big—”
“Why does everything have to be about your dick?”
“What else would you be talking about that hangs?”
Leo reaches for a Twizzler from the candy jar on my desk. He unwraps it and stuffs it in his mouth. “Your hair, maybe your gut, or your balls. It could just mean, what’s up?”