Chapter 11 #2
I groan against his lips, moving mine over his greedily as the rain starts to fall harder, the trees above not enough to keep the deluge from washing down on us, but I barely notice the cold.
Not with his hot, hard body pressed to mine and the length of his hard cock pinned between my legs.
He rolls his hips slightly and I gasp, my entire body flaring with pleasure and my pussy pulsing and clasping greedily for something that isn’t there.
This is a terrible idea, to be out here during the storm, to have chased after Connor McBride, who’s still balancing on that precarious edge. To have grabbed his wrist. To have let him touch me. But it seems that maybe I enjoy danger a little too much, because I’m not going to stop him.
CONNOR
I shouldn’t be doing this.
I shouldn’t be touching Raven.
I shouldn’t be kissing her.
And I sure as fuck shouldn’t be doing either out here in the middle of a fucking storm like a raving lunatic, but I can’t stop.
The taste of her mouth and the feel of her breasts heaving and pushed against my chest, my cock pressing against her core, the heat of it radiating through her clothes. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
It feels like all the tension that’s built up between us for the last fifteen years has finally reached critical mass, and if it doesn’t all get released, doesn’t all go somewhere, it’s going to explode and eviscerate us both.
Lightning flashes again, followed by a crack of thunder so close that it makes my ears ring.
Before tonight, the sounds of a storm like this would have had me two bottles in already, reliving every time I fired that gun whenever the sky rumbled.
But I’m not thinking right now.
I’m just feeling something other than the guilt and anger and hatred that has swamped me so completely for so damn long.
It won’t last.
It can’t.
Somehow, through the haze of lust and all these other emotions, I know that, but I don’t fucking care.
Raven claws at the back of my neck, shifting her hips and rocking them against me in a way that grinds against the head of my cock.
“Fuck…” The single muttered word against her lips is all I’m capable of.
My brain can’t process anything else but the feeling of her body pressed to mine and wanting to get even closer somehow. That driving need to get inside her completely consumes me.
“Yes.” She nods, kissing me fiercely. “That. Now.”
Her words barely register, but as soon as they do, I know there will be no stopping this.
It’s like this storm—it’s been building and building, darkening the skies around us, gathering strength until the power of it had to be unleashed.
The mountain is getting pounded by the energy of it, the rain washing away anything that might taint the land while giving it what it needs to maintain the beauty and life it holds.
People fear storms like this, but they’re necessary for survival.
Mine seems tied to the woman in my arms, this wild, reckless conundrum I can’t sort out, nor do I want to in this moment.
Raven pulls her hands from around my neck and reaches between us to unbutton my fly and work the zipper down. I shift my hips back enough to allow her to free my cock, and the second her small, warm hand wraps around it, I almost come on the spot.
Jesus fucking Christ…
I kiss her harshly, probably a little too intensely, biting at her bottom lip and relishing the little gasp it elicits from her, but in the frenzy that’s overtaken me, I can’t consider the consequences of what we’re doing right now.
They don’t matter.
All that does is feeling.
She strokes my length from root to tip, gliding her thumb across the head, and my hips buck against her hand. That single motion almost undoes me completely and I drop my head back on a groan.
My body trembles—not from the cold rain but from the force of willpower necessary to hold myself together physically and emotionally right now.
Raven raises her free hand and grips my jaw, dragging my face back to hers. Her lips press brutally to mine, matching my intensity in a way she always has during every argument we’ve ever had. “Get my fucking pants off.”
Yes.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I frantically lower her legs to the ground, desperate to get to her, to feel her soft warm skin against mine, to be inside, to consume her and take her.
She kicks off her boots and releases my cock long enough to shove her pants down to her ankles, pry them free, and toss them haphazardly into the muck the storm created along the path.
Rain instantly coats her skin, and a flash of lightning through the trees arching above us gives me an all too brief view of her nude from the waist down, her plain white t-shirt see-through at this point and clinging to her breasts, highlighting the lacy white bra beneath it.
Good God…
How could she have ever thought I rejected her because I didn’t want her?
There is nothing about this woman that isn’t beautiful. Even when we argued, part of me wanted to shove my cock into her cunt or her mouth just to shut her up.
I thought about more than I should have over the years, but I never could have imagined we’d end up here, like this.
Thunder rolls again, and I lift her and pin her back against the tree.
The bark must be scratching against her bare lower back and ass, but she doesn’t complain, just wraps her legs tightly around my hips, grasps my cock again, and aligns it between her thighs.