Chapter Four
Rain
One thing I got from my father is a poker face.
One thing I got from my mother—her wandering spirit.
When I first began venturing beyond the safety of the ivory towers of my life in The Pillars, I realized how much world is out there.
I set out to see as much of the world as I could while I had the time.
Life is too short to miss sunrises in Hawaii or spring in Ireland.
I am well aware of how fortunate I am to have the luxuries that give those experiences.
I am also aware of how small someone’s world can get.
If they get hurt or betrayed, grow afraid of rejection or being misunderstood, their world can close in on them.
It means they’re not watching sunrises or embracing the world’s beauty—they just want to survive another day, make it through another night.
My mother’s world grew very small when she got sick.
Her illness made all of us a little sick with her.
Because we watched her fade, no longer watching sunsets or embracing the earth around her.
Losing her was the catalyst it took to push me out of the safe haven of my father’s care.
I had to go out to experience the world for myself.
Now I know better what to cherish, what to revel in.
Kissing Reece last night proved that for me.
He is something I want to cherish. I was never a romantic but there is something so romantic about how he makes me feel.
Sitting there with him last night, trying to break down his walls with a good meal and better company, it was my own boundaries that got wrecked.
“Reece has no idea what is coming for him,” I mutter as a sort of pep talk to myself. Sitting outside his cabin, trying to calm myself, I glance over at the tin covered pie beside me. Food worked last night so I am hoping it will work again today.
Climbing from my uncle’s truck, I let out a trembling breath as I head up the stone pebble walk to his front door. Walking out of here last night was almost impossible. I wanted to stay. Hell, I wanted to never the moment I pressed my lips to his. Leaving was all I could do.
Reece does not trust me yet—but he will.
Before I can make it to the door, it swings open.
And holy Jesus. There he is again, once again barely clad, in just sweats and a tank.
A damp tank top that clings to every crest and valley of his massive chest and powerful arms. Lord forgive me for the sinful thoughts flooding my brain.
Such as ripping that scrap of cloth from him so I can lick each drop of sweat from his skin.
“Rain,” Reece calls my name as if he is not surprised to see me. “Why would you come back here after last night?”
Pausing, I cock my head as I brandish the pie. “We never got to dessert last night, caveman. It’s not a meal without dessert,” I declare as I sail past him into the cabin, not waiting for an invite.
Last time I let myself in which, yes, is bold.
I was a woman on a mission, little stops me when I am so focused.
Stepping inside the cabin tonight, I slow down a little to take it all in.
There is a fire going in the fireplace in one corner, though its mostly burning embers.
A long, narrow couch that definitely is not big enough for him sits in front of it.
Besides the beautiful oak table he admitted he made himself, I spot a few more handmade pieces, including a rocking chair. A strangely familiar rocking chair. It is dark outside but warm light casts the cabin in a comfortable glow. I smell coffee brewing in the kitchen, so I head there.
“Rain, you cannot keep coming here to….to…to do whatever it is you think you can do.”
“I came here to give you pie, Reece. Pecan pie, my mother’s very favorite. It’s sweet but…” I trail off as huge hands circle my waist, lifting me off my feet.
I gasp as I am sat down on the granite island in the small kitchen.
The pie is taken from my hands, set aside with a thud.
Blinking, I have no time to get a handle on things before I am wrapped up in his thick arms. I soften the moment his mouth crashes against mine.
God, he tastes even better than I remember.
And I spent all night last night remembering how sweet and spicy his tongue was as he licked my mouth greedily.
Reaching between us, I slip a hand past the waistband of his sweats.
I never do this sort of thing. I’ve never even been with a man.
Something about Reece has hit a switch inside me.
Parts of me lying dormant have come to life.
Need. Want. Possession. I want it all and I want it with him—no one else will do this to me, I know.
“Reece,” I whimper, so lost to the warmth of him, his earthy scent, his hands on my skin.
“I do not want pie, princess. I want something a little sweeter,” he grunts the words in that raw, throaty tone he used last night. When I told him I love the growly sounds he makes.
Before I can comprehend his words, he moves.
I start to pout, reaching for him, but I can’t grasp hold.
Reece is huge but moves fast, shoving my thighs open wider as he drops to his knees.
My entire body heats up when his rough hands yank at my shorts, tearing them off before he tossing them behind him.
Then the rough tips of his fingers brush over my bare pussy.
“Bad princess. You came here to give me something, didn’t you,” he hums, his mouth vibrating against my thigh.
I gasp as his fingers brush over my wet folds, spreading me open to his hungry gaze.
“Fuck, that’s so pretty. Such a pretty princess pussy,” he grunts.
My hands drop to tangle in his thick, dark hair as he lowers himself.
I cry out in shock when his teeth scrape over my clit.
It is so swollen it aches. He does it again and I almost come off the counter.
Reece circles my thighs with his powerful arms, tugging to bring me to the edge of the counter.
Then his mouth covers my pussy, and I am taken to a place I have never even been close to.
Planting a hand behind me to hold me up, I watch in fascination as Reece eats me hungrily.
The sounds of his licks, his sucks at my clit, his hums when he plunges his tongue inside of me, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
It’s messy and raw and I am so fucking glad my it’s him on his knees for me because it wouldn’t be anything else.
“Oh my god,” I pant, pulling back from his mouth before he grunts and yanks me to the edge again.
“You brought me sweets, now let me eat them princess,” he growls, biting down hard on my aching clit.
I buck off the counter, seeing stars when he pushes his tongue deep inside me.
Sensations overrun me, pleasure, wet heat as his tongue pumps slowly, the smell of the coffee and the pecan pie, the power of his arms holding me up so he can feast on me as he pleases.
“Oh…. Reece…I…I think…. oh, yes!” I shout, arching against his magic mouth as an orgasm tears me apart from the inside out.
“That’s so fucking sweet,” he grows as he sips—he actually sucks down the mess I make with a loud groan—my orgasm. “I knew you would be. Your mouth was sweet but this…fucking delicious.”
I fall back against the island with a thud, letting out a laugh.
Because what the hell just happened to me?
Last night he asked what I was doing to him—but I had no clue what I was doing.
This man, he knows just what he is doing.
I tremble as he presses kisses up my thighs, across my hips, then back again.
Before I reach for him, he is there, scooping me up to cradle me close.
I cling to him without hesitation. I might not know a single thing about Reece, but I know this—I am safe with him.
Well, as safe as I can be when he does what he just did to me.
At the moment I am as content as a kitten to snuggle up and take a little nap.
“Reece,” I hum as he carries me down the hall. “Where you taking me?”
“To bed. It’s late. Too late for you to go back down the mountain. Which I think was no mistake. You came to feed me, you fed me. Now I want to sleep. It was a long day for me, princess. Can you just…can you just stay with me in the dark?”
Those final words come out in a whisper as he sets me on his bed.
It’s dark in the bedroom but I can see a single wide dresser along one wall.
The bed is big, oak, and I assume he built it with his two magic hands.
I sit back on the bed, watching him in the darkness.
Feeling bold, I reach out to yank at his shirt.
To my relief, he gets the hint I am giving him.
Stepping back, he bends an arm behind his back, pulling the thin tank up and off in a fluid move.
Jesus even just getting naked is hot when he does it.
His sweats go next, but I need a moment after that.
Because he is thick and heavy and pointed right at me.
I have no idea why, but I do not even hesitate to lie back, letting my head fall off the edge of the bed.
“Fuck, you don’t mean….” Reece grunts when I peer up at him, pulling my own shirt off to put us on level ground.
“Mmm, I do mean. I don’t know why, but I mean it. Use me,” I moan the words as heat makes me wriggle with need beneath his stare. “Use my mouth, Reece. Use my body. I want you to. I used you out there and it felt so good, I want you to feel good too.”
“Princess, eating your pussy felt pretty fucking good to me,” he husks as he takes a step closer to the bed. His cock bobs beside my mouth. I turn my head, flicking my head out to lick the swollen crown. “Fuck you were most definitely sent here to test me, I am sure of it.”
“I’ve never…I don’t know how, but I want you to come the way you made me come.”
“Rain…do you mean to tell me no man has been in that lush mouth?”
“No. No man has been anywhere,” I say, laughing again because what am I doing here on this mountain with this beautiful, wounded soul? I don’t know but I am not going to slow down or stop. “But I want you to use me so you can come too. Will you do that?”
“Hell, yes I will,” he hums, moving his hips to let the swollen tip of him press past my lips.
“If it’s too much, tap my leg. If you moan or make other sounds, I will think you love choking on my cock.
I want you to love it, princess. Open that mouth for me,” Reece grunts, running his rough fingers over my mouth so I open wider.
His shaft is thick, wide, but silky smooth as he pushes forward.
I sit still, letting him push deeper, deeper.
I wait for it to become awkward or be too much.
It fills my mouth and I whimper when it pulses on my tongue.
I do nothing at first, I just let him push even deeper.
Then I give a little suck, liking the saltiness of his silky skin on my tongue.
“Ah, fuck, do that again,” he commands, his hands coming to circle my throat.
Something about that touch, one that could end me but won’t, turns me on so much I don’t hesitate to obey.
I suck him harder, deeper, moaning when his fingers close tighter.
“That’s it. That’s a good princess. Fuck, that’s it, such a good girl, take me deeper.
That’s it, let me fuck your throat,” he grunts as he thrusts.
I choke a little, but his praise turns me on so much, I don’t tap his leg to stop him.
I swallow him deeper, tears streaming down my temples as he fucks my throat.
I am being used, he is talking filthy to me, and I am so turned on my thighs are slick.
I’ve never felt this sort of high, this type of arousal before in my life.
I think I can come just from letting him use me to get off.
“Don’t think about it. Make me come first, princess,” he grunts as he thrusts into my mouth, shaking my entire body. “I’m close, baby. I’m so close, I want to spill down this pretty throat. Nod your head while you choke on my cock, tell me you want my cum.”
Those words, the way he is coming undone, seems filthy but it floods me with power.
I am making him come. Making him thrust harder, faster, driving him over the edge with my mouth.
Reece still grips my throat with one hand.
The other is suddenly between my thighs, a hiss coming out of him when he finds how wet I am.
“Ah fuck, my dirty princess. You’re so wet from sucking my cock. Fuck, you might have been sent by the devil, but I don’t care. I’m coming down this pretty throat and if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come on my tongue again.”
That’s all it takes for both of us, it seems. Because we come at the same time.
I choke again, not prepared. I am a fast learner because I swallow fast, taking every drop of him as I shake with my own climax.
I am trembling when he pulls out of my mouth with a pop.
I laugh again because this might be the wildest day of my life.
“What am I going to do with you,” Reece whispers as he bends to press a kiss to my head, startling me with his tenderness.
“For now, put me to bed. I might be able to do that again after some sleep and a piece of pie,” I murmur, smiling up at him.
“Jesus, what a perfect princess,” Reece murmurs.
“Hmm, here to conquer the beast.”