Fingers deep inside her, lips sucking on her clit, I reach up with my free hand and pull on one of her tight little nipples and she explodes. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers and pulses. I need to feel it, taste how I’ve made her come undone so I pull my fingers from her slick channel and replace them with my tongue - pushing as deep as I can inside of her. The feeling is indescribable. Her cunt spasms around my tongue as her sweet taste floods into my mouth. When she yells and pulls on my hair that she has clenched in her hand I come hard. My dick explodes in my jeans just from experiencing this moment that I’ve waited for what feels like my whole life. My name leaves her lips in a jagged way like she’s praying to me. I moan as I lap up the last bit of her pleasure and gently lower her legs from my shoulders. I kiss up her body and take her lips in a savage kiss, sharing that pleasure so she knows just what I gave her. When I pull back and look at her gentle raincloud eyes, I know I’ll never let her go again.
Chase
Summer seems to fly by quickly this year as my mood gets darker by the day. There’s a fragile peace between Rain and I. We all lend a hand wherever we can with her new life. The three of us, Hetter and Jackson helped move her into the apartment and then put in as much time as we can with Hetter’s crew on the renos being done for their businesses.
Maggie gave up her job at the dental office so she and Rain spend days away in the city, sourcing and buying the supplies and equipment they need to open at the end of September and everything Maggie needs for the wedding that’s quickly approaching.
I keep my thoughts to myself but my eyes take in every touch, every heated look between Rain, Rex, and Luke. I know she’s sleeping with both of them and that has anger building and claws of jealousy sinking in deep. By the time Hetter’s bachelor party comes around, I can barely hold it back.
I stomp into the kitchen while I’m waiting for the others so we can leave and see the mess Rex has left. I’m throwing pans into the sink making a huge racket when Luke and him come in. Rex looks at the counter I’m furiously scrubbing and smirks.
“All he needs is a French maid apron and I’d be tempted to slap that ass.”
Luke laughs and it’s so out of the norm from his quiet demeanor. I know it’s one more thing Rain has changed around here and it breaks the final wall holding my temper back. I throw the dirty dishcloth at him and it smacks against his shirt causing him to scowl.
“What the fuck, man? I just put this on clean for tonight!”
I snarl. “Well, maybe if you weren’t so busy getting your dick wet, you’d be able to pull your weight around here and I wouldn’t have to clean up your mess!”
His eyes that match mine go hard but he scoffs, “Better than walking around all bangry all the time!”
“Bangry?” Luke asks him.
“Yeah, it’s like hangry except he’s a prick from not getting laid.”
“Fuck you, Rex. Fuck you.” I grind out and catch the rag he throws back at me. I squeeze it so hard to keep from taking a swing at him. The fact that I want to punch my brother has me cursing Rain Rawlins and the mess she makes.
“If you would just pull your head out of your ass, you could be with her too. Why is this so fucking hard for you to get, Chase?”
I drop the rag to the floor, slam my hands through my hair and roar, “She was meant to be my fucking WIFE!”
Saying it out loud, saying what’s been driving me into the dark all these years has all the anger draining right back out of me and I slump against the counter.
Silence reigns between us and surprisingly it’s Luke that finally breaks it.
“She was meant to be my wife…too.”
Rex nods with a sad expression. “And mine.”
I scrub my hands back through the hair I just messed up and breathe out, “It can’t just be sex. It’s not enough.”
“This is what she wants right now,” Luke says quietly, making me frown his way.
“To what end, Luke? Say we all take what she’s offering. What happens when she tires of that? What happens when she won’t give us what each one of us wants? More. Will that be enough for you? Or you Rex?” My face hardens. “What if that breaks you? Are you both going to leave again? Are you going to walk out that door leaving me a-lone?”
I choke on the last word as all the repressed hurt flares up.
“You both fucking left me! I was broken too when she left but neither one of you stuck around to help me with it. You fucking left me here…with him!”
I spin my back to them as I struggle to get a hold of my emotions and scrub at my damp eyes. I look out the window at the sunset and blow out a breath.
“Every part of me aches to be with her in any way she’ll allow but I can’t, I won’t settle for crumbs. I want it all. And I can’t lose you both again but that’s what will happen if she ever picks one of us to build a life with. Are the two of us she doesn’t pick going to be fine just standing by and living with that?”
The drive into the Spur is quiet as we all work through our thoughts and potential consequences of this mess. Jackson and Hetter are already at the bar waiting with a bunch of other guys in the roped-off section around the pool tables and dartboards that is set aside for our own private section. Rex brought in extra staff to handle things so he could have the night off. We drop into seats at the end of the long table that’s been set up. There are jugs of beer, bottles of whiskey, and platters of wings already on the table. To my surprise, Rex reaches past the bottles of whisky and pours out three mugs of draft for us. No matter how frustrated I am with Rain right now, she has my thanks for putting that clear look in his eyes. I know he still tokes up when the pain from his injuries amps up but he’s laid off the bottle since she came back.
“What the fuck is wrong with you three? This is supposed to be a party, not a funeral!” Hetter laughs. His smile drops away as he and Jackson take seats across from us. “For fucks sake. I know what your problem is,” he says pointing at me. “You’re a fucking dinosaur egg…haven’t been laid in a million years. But what’s wrong with you two fuckers?”
I shake my head and look away as I tell him, “The same damn thing that’s been wrong half our lives, Rain Rawlins.”
