Chapter Five
Reece
For the first time in months, I sleep without a single nightmare.
Oh, I dream. I dream all night about Rain.
About the sounds she makes when she comes.
About eating that pecan pie she brought me off her ass because they’re both a goddamn treat.
In my dreams, she is on her knees for me, wet in the rain, soapy in a shower, spread out on my bed.
I dream all night about her and all the things I want to do to her.
Waking up with her soft curves pressed against my hard lines scares the shit out of me. But I don’t let her go. I don’t move even though she is tucked against my chest, lying on my arm that is painfully numb. I do not even want to breathe, afraid of ruining a waking dream.
“Mmm, come back, I like how warm you are, caveman,” she hums, breaking the quiet of the morning.
“Why did you stay?”
“Because you wanted me to,” she answers with a smile in her voice.
“Yes, I did. Didn’t think you would. We never…I mean we just did things last night…without…I mean, we never talked about why you came here, I was a prick to you, Rain. Why would you come back again?”
Rain moves, turning on her back to peer up at me. Before she gives me an answer, she gives me a smile, a soft look I cannot deny. Dipping my head, I kiss her softly, savoring the pecan pie sweetness of her lips. Rain sighs and shifts closer, dragging my scarred arm over her waist.
“Why wouldn’t I come back? I came up here to talk to you, we never got to the talking part. I figured we might eventually.”
“What do we need to talk about? What do you think coming up here will do, Rain? I don’t want to be part of a festival or friends with the town, I don’t want to be bothered up here.”
“No? Don’t want to be friends with anyone, yet you made beautiful original pieces for Theo’s lodge, didn’t you? I would bet he’s not the only one either. It’s a way to share yourself with Hollow Peak, without giving anyone a chance to know you.”
“What does it matter? I am up here for a reason, Rain. Yeah, so I’ve made some furniture for the lodge. For a few families,” I offer with a grunt, avoiding her gaze. When she looks at me, it’s as if she can see past the scars, past the trauma hanging over me, past my mistakes.
“Things change. All the time. Theo was a hotshot jet-setting hotelier. Until his world shifted and he wound up here. I was a spoiled brat who had the world handed to her,” Rain’s voice goes soft as she stares past me, sadness darkening her eyes.
I hate it. I hate that she would ever be sad or know a moment of pain.
Bathed in the lavender light of the morning, I make a silent vow: I will keep her safe, even from myself.
My fingers trace the delicate map of her face, following the arch of her brow down to the curve of her jaw, watching as her gaze softens just for me.
I lean in to kiss her again, catching the small, sweet sigh that hitches in her throat
“What changed for you, Rain?”
“I lost my mother. Mother was…fearless, fascinated by the world out there to explore. When we lost her, I stopped thinking about myself. I started to explore the world for her. For me, too.”
“Life can be cruel. Sometimes I wish….”
Before I can go on, her touch stops me. Gentle fingertips press against my lips, then trace my scars, echoing that first day.
For the first time since the accident, I actually want to talk about it.
I want to rid myself of the grief and pain.
I can’t. If she knew the truth, she’d never look at me the same way. I couldn’t bear it.
“I am in no rush, Reece. When you want to tell me, you will,” she husks, moving to brush her lips over the scars along my shoulder, winding up my throat, and ruining half of my face.
“Nothing about you scares me, caveman. Even if you want me to be afraid,” these words whispered against my ear wake the beast she claims to be here to tame.
“Rain, I am not good for you. For anyone. That is why I am here. Why I keep a distance from others,” I grumble even as I move to bring her astride me, my hands sliding over her skin, loving how soft and silky she is.
“Hmm, I am not so good with distance,” she hums as she pushes up to a sitting position. Jesus, she’s a work of art, a goddamn masterpiece.
Sliding my hands up her thick thighs as they spread wide over my hips, I note the faint bruises I left last night.
I ate her pussy three times in the night after the first taste of her got me addicted.
Still moving, my hands drift over her wide hips, up over tattoos marking her ribs.
I stop beneath her breasts, lifting the weight of the teardrop tits in my hands.
I sit up, unable to deny myself, closing my mouth around a stiff peak.
“Reece,” her throaty hum as I scrape my teeth over the bud makes my dick jerk between us. “Your mouth is magic. How do you know...ooh...”
Rain whimpers the sexiest sound when I bite down hard on the stiff bud, pulling at it with a pop.
I lick it gently, easing some of the sting.
Tilting my head, I give the other nipple the same attention, biting it, licking, sucking gently as she starts to move.
Rain seems incapable of sitting still when she is pressed close to me this way—not that I would complain.
“That’s it, though, I have no idea,” I murmur against her breast as I pull her closer.
I drag her down so I can brush my lips over hers.
I love kissing her. We spent at least an hour last night lying in the darkness, kissing.
I love how soft her mouth is, how silky her tongue is against mine.
She tasted sweet like the pie we shared right here in the bed.
Suddenly, I am hit with a wild idea. I’ve had very little experience with women.
I was always uncomfortable and awkward with them.
With her, it doesn’t feel that way at all.
Last night we laughed together—the first time I’ve laughed in a long time—and it was fun with her.
I have a very fun idea as I glance at the last big piece of pie left on the bedside table.
Moving fast, I flip us to pin her beneath me.
I almost lose control, giving up on the idea when I see her spread out beneath me, her dark hair spread out over the white sheets.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her skin is creamy and fair, freckles dotting her shoulders, her throat, and breasts.
I dip my head to trace those dots with my mouth, with my tongue, even as I reach over to the bedside table.
“Hmm, someone is up to something,” she purrs as I grab the pie dish, my mouth working up the side of her neck. Her moan when I sink my teeth into her soft flesh makes my cock ache. Then she laughs. Her soft body trembles against mine as she laughs and I can’t fight my own grin.
Pulling back, I sit up on my knees. Using the spoon we fed each other with last night, I take a big bite of the sweet, nutty pie.
Then, I take another scoop only I don’t bring it to my mouth.
I drop it on her breast. Another drop hits skin with a little gasp from her.
The final bit of pie gets dropped between her thighs, atop the small mound of silky pink flesh that I am about to eat.
“Reece what...oh my God,” she shouts when I bend over her again, closing my mouth around the mess of pie at her breast.
“Mmm, you might be sweet without the pie, but you’re delicious with it, princess,” I lament as I suck harder at her skin, bruising the tender flesh as I clean up every bit with my tongue.
Taking my time because I love how she comes undone for me, I savor every inch of her skin with my mouth.
I lick and suck, I bite and mark. I work a path between her breasts, across her ribs, taking time with the scrawling tattoo there, and move lower.
By the time I get to her thighs, she is sticky with not just the pie but her own desire.
I know it is going to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever had on my tongue.
Pushing her thighs wider, I fit my big frame between her thighs.
For a moment, I just look at her. The view of her swollen pink folds, the spread of her thighs, past her soft stomach and over her full tits.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. Why she showed up on my doorstep, why she kissed me and let this beast out of it’s cage, I have no fucking clue.
I am not fool enough not to take a prize when it is offered to me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I hum, kissing her thigh, the little crease between her hips, above the sticky mess I made of her pussy.
“Reece,” she purrs as I take one long, greedy lick of her, spreading her open as I coat my tongue with the pie. I was right. Fucking delicious.
“Hush, let me have my sweets,” I hum as I push my tongue inside her, taking a good dose of pie with it. I chuckle when she lets out a little whimper, bucking beneath me. I lick up more of the sugary pie, swirling it over her clit with my tongue, sucking greedily at the mess I make of her.
“I’m going...Reece, I’m going to come,” she pants, fingers tangled in my hair, hips twisting beneath me.
Pulling back, I catch her gaze as I tongue each creamy fold.
I am making a mess, but who cares? It’s the most fun I’ve ever had.
Something barbaric comes over me. A possessive flare I have never felt before.
I stop, moving to kneel between her thighs again.
I bend to drag her up, rubbing the crown of my cock against her lips.
Rain lets out a sexy whimper before she pops her mouth open and I press my cock against her tongue.
“Get me close, but don’t make me come. I want to come on your pussy. I want you to be a mess,” I grunt, cradling the back of her head as I push past her lips. Heat sears up my back as she twists her tongue around my length.
I’ve got two fingers buried in her, my other hand jerking my dick in a matched, punishing rhythm until we both snap. I surge forward, coming hard, watching each rope of cum claim her pussy. I’m obsessed with the sight of her—marked and messy and mine.
I collapse, rolling to my side to pull her close. Rain nuzzles into my chest, leaving the mess between her thighs. Good. I want it there; I never want her to wash me off—not unless she lets me do it all over again. I want to keep her a mess of me. Only I know that is not truly an option for me.
How can I keep something I will never deserve?