Chapter 35
Raiden
Am I fucking dreaming?
I think I’ve asked myself that question a million times since Andi and I crashed into one another at the Farmer’s Market, wondering if I hallucinated our improbable meeting and all the events that have followed as a result.
But her skin beneath my fingers, so soft and real, confirms that this is actually happening.
The woman of my dreams is granting me access to not only her hot little body, but her battered heart that has every reason to be wary.
I’d forfeit my life before ever breaking the trust she’s given me.
“Raiden, please,” Andi whines while chasing my touch, despite the orgasm I just gave her.
“What is it, minha luz?” I pepper her neck with soft, barely there kisses.
“What do you need?” Her back is to my chest, so I take advantage of our positions, running my hands over her breasts and down to the baby bump she’s insecure about.
Dipping lower, I slide my finger through the slick lips of her pussy, my dick twitching when I recall how tightly she’d squeeze my thumb during her orgasm.
Andi reaches back, her fingers wrapping around me like a vise.
I hiss, pinching her clit in retaliation.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers, curling forward to escape the bite of pain.
“Answer the question,” I demand, easing back on the pressure until I’m lightly stroking her abused pussy. “What do you need, baby? You’re not going to get it until you tell me.”
“I need you inside of me,” she admits, her breaths coming in choppy pants.
“Is that so?” I question, tracing my finger around her entrance but never giving her what she wants.
My eyes catch on the faint bruising at the bend of her neck and shoulder that looks suspiciously like teeth marks.
“Minha luz…” I start, tempering the rage I feel from seeing another man’s claim blemishing her perfect skin.
“Who’s responsible for this?” I trace the outline with my tongue, the stiffening of her posture making it obvious she knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“Tell me,” I demand, not giving her a chance to give me some bullshit excuse.
“Briggs,” Andi whispers, but if I’m being honest with myself, I knew the answer before I bothered to ask. Possessive bastard. I suppose that like recognizes like, though, which is why I’m frothing at the mouth to leave my own mark.
“When?” I demand, my tone firm but soft.
“At Covey, during Hudson’s therapy session.” She visibly cringes. “In the family bathroom.” A low growl escapes me, annoyed that the two of them were so fucking hot for each other they couldn’t wait to be alone, but relief washes over me when I realize it didn’t happen here, inside my home.
“Have you fucked him in my bed?” I draw my tongue along the edge of her ear, relishing the shiver it elicits.
“Never,” she states adamantly.
“Mmmm,” I hum, not bothering to acknowledge her answer, because it’s only a matter of time before it happens.
If we’re doing this, there’s no room for jealousy.
But the rational side of my brain is still trying to come to terms with such an unconventional arrangement, and that’s if the others are even interested.
“What did you do, then?” She stiffens once more, my intrusive questions bordering on inappropriate, but what better time to test the waters.
If I can’t handle hearing about it, I sure as fuck won’t be able to witness it.
“He fucked me with his fingers until I came so hard I saw stars,” she deadpans. “Is that what you wanted to hear?” She turns, glaring at me hotly.
“Yes, it’s exactly what I wanted to hear.
” I crowd her against the shower wall, the cool tiles a balm to her heated flesh.
“Because I promise you, I won’t be stopping until you’re seeing the whole goddamn Milky Way, minha luz.
Tell me now if you’re not ready for this.
Otherwise, I’m going to fuck your pretty little pussy until you’re begging me to stop.
” I grip my dick, rubbing it through her wetness, the feel of her against me dragging a tortured groan from my throat.
“Yes,” she moans, her head falling back, eyes half-mast as her hips roll forward unconsciously. “Fuck me, Raiden.” Our eyes meet for a fraction of a second, not an ounce of doubt shining back at me, just absolute certainty that this is meant to be. That we’re meant to be.
Hooking her leg around my arm, I line my cock up with her entrance and slowly ease inside.
She’s so fucking tight, it takes me several tries before I can fully seat myself to the hilt.
Her gasp is a mixture of pain and pleasure, that fine line between the two blurring deliciously.
I pull back out, then press forward once again, the resistance I was met with before a thing of the past. Her pussy is drenched with desire for me, and it feeds my caveman brain to know I’m the one she’s dripping and desperate for.
“Fuck, minha luz. You feel so good, baby.” I keep my thrusts nice and slow, conscious of the life she’s carrying and not wanting to push her body too far.
“I could live inside your pussy for the rest of my life, and it still wouldn’t be long enough.
” Andi huffs a laugh, her nails dragging along my back, the press of them just sharp enough to leave an imprint behind.
“Harder, Raiden,” she urges, gripping my ass and tugging me towards her.
“Are you sure that’s okay?” I question, brows dipped low with concern.
“It’s fine,” she growls, the most adorable sound I’ve ever heard, as her impatience starts to bubble over.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” I instruct, placing my free hand behind the back of her head so it doesn’t bang against the tile.
Once she’s holding on to me, I pick up the pace, rutting my dick inside of her until she’s mumbling nonsensically.
Pressing my thumb against her clit, I lean forward and sink my teeth over Briggs’ mark, making it my own.
Andi screams, her release rushing forward so quickly, it catches me off guard when her pussy starts to pulse around my cock.
I make it three more thrusts before I’m coming right along with her, the pleasure coursing through me so intense, I nearly cause us to lose our footing.
“Puta merda, eu te amo tanto?*,” I mumble, my forehead falling to Andi’s.
Ashamedly, I realize I haven’t even kissed her properly yet.
Aiming to rectify that immediately, I ghost my lips over hers.
What starts as nothing more than a few sweet pecks quickly escalates when her tongue swipes the seam of my mouth, demanding entrance.
I happily oblige, kissing her deeply, hoping the emotion behind the action is apparent.
This isn’t just a hook-up to scratch an itch for me. This is the start of forever.
“As much as I love it when you speak Portuguese, I have no idea what you just said,” Andi jokes, her dichromatic eyes alight with happiness.
“I said I love you, minha luz. More than I ever thought was possible to love another person. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I promise to show you that every day, for as long as you’ll let me.
” I gently kiss the apples of her cheeks.
Easing out of her, we both groan, my dick already twitching and ready for round two.
We spend the next few minutes taking turns cleaning one another.
It’s a level of intimacy I’ve never experienced before, and I’m grateful that it gets to be with Andi.
When the water starts to run cold, I grab us both towels and begin drying her from head to toe.
The realization that Andi’s biting her lip to rein in how emotional she is from the simple act of being taken care of makes me homicidal.
If Tobias weren’t already rotting in Hell, I’d happily send him there myself.
“How’s a nap sound?” I entice her by pulling back my expensive down comforter, knowing she’s taken a liking to it.
“You’ve had an eventful morning; you and the baby should get some rest.” I drop a kiss to her forehead, enjoying how amenable she is after a couple of orgasms. “I’m going to have lunch with Mia and run a few errands, but I’ll be back by dinnertime. I love you, minha luz.”
“I love you, too,” she responds around a yawn, her eyes already closing.
I watch her for several more seconds, stroking the wet strands of her hair from her face.
Tracing her delicate features, I marvel at how beautiful she is.
How lucky am I that Andi thinks I’m worthy of her love?
I vow here and now that I’ll never do anything to lose this, which means the guys and I need to have a difficult conversation.
Placing one last kiss on her temple, I finish drying off and retrieve my slacks from the bathroom floor, but my shirt is going to need a few minutes in the dryer to get the wrinkles out.
Quietly exiting, I head to the laundry room to toss it in, then round the corner to find Briggs and Hudson playing on the living room floor.
“So nice of you to join us.” His droll tone makes it obvious he overheard us.
“I get it,” I start, taking a seat on the arm of the couch. “I’m in law enforcement; you’re a criminal. Not really conducive to a friendship.” I can hear his teeth grinding together to keep from saying something inappropriate in front of Hudson.
“I’d hardly describe my transgressions as criminal,” he sneers, launching a plastic building block in my direction, but his aim is skewed because of his seated position.
It sails past me, clacking against the floor where it lands.
Hudson looks at Briggs in betrayal, his chubby cheeks smooshed together in a pout before he toddles over to retrieve his toy.
A smile stretches across my face when he realizes his childish behavior backfired, and now he needs to find his way back into the good graces of a two-year-old.
“Back to the point I was trying to make,” I voice, attempting to get us back on track.