“I think I’m about to risk her being pissed off.” I cross my arms over my chest. If I kill him, I don’t want it to be bloody, so a knife’s out of the question. I don’t think he would let me garrote him without a fight, and that would disturb Lucy.
“Just shut up. He’s been tolerable for the past few weeks. Don’t fuck that up for me,” Winger growls out at Iron.
“Fine, fine… Wait, a few weeks. No wonder I haven’t seen your ass, you’ve been domesticated, tamed.” Iron grins at me. I don’t take offense.
“Maybe someday you’ll be so lucky. Now go, get your asses out of here.”
“Tell Lucy I’m glad she’s okay.” Winger sets down his bottle and pulls his keys from his pocket.
“Lucy, oh, that’s so sweet. I can see her as a Lucy.” Iron licks his lips. Winger smacks him in the side of the head, and that gets him moving toward the front door. Saddle trails after them quietly. He’s not as comfortable with our group yet. He hasn’t been on the inside for quite as long as Iron, nor does he have the devil-may-care attitude.
Iron and I are much more similar than I would like to admit, we just have different ways of hiding our beasts.
I lock the door and flip off all the lights as I head back to the room. Lucy is curled up on her side, fast asleep in my bed. I leave the light on and watch her for a long time. I’m not a praying man. I gave that up a long time ago when I let go of the hope of God or some divine power ruling over things, but I want to thank someone now for putting her in my path, and for making sure I was already at Jayson’s house when she called me.
I should let her go, that would be the right thing to do, the good thing, but I’ve never been good. And I’m okay with that if it means I get to keep her.
I feelRafe climb into bed with me much later than I expected. After realizing he wouldn’t be coming back as fast as he said he would, I made myself comfortable and promptly fell asleep.
His arm curls over me, and he buries his face in my neck. He splays his fingers out wide over my lower stomach, moving my shirt out of the way so he can get to my skin. I’m too exhausted to do anything but fall right back to sleep, but it’s nice having him wrapped around me.
It feels like hours later, but I can’t be sure, when he starts kissing my back and shoulders, pulling my shirt aside so I can feel his warm lips dragging over my skin. I’m sleepy, but he’s too alluring to resist. Keeping my eyes closed, I move into his touch, sinking deeper into his embrace.
Knowing I’m rousing, Rafe amps up his efforts, and his hands start roaming over my body, cupping my breasts and thumbing my nipples. It’s not long before he pulls my shirt all the way up, and I duck my head out, leaving me in just panties, so I can feel all of his skin against mine.
Rafe rolls me onto my back and takes my nipple between his lips. My fingers delve into his hair, and I sigh from the heat of his mouth and tongue. This is bliss. There’s no room for any thoughts other than how he makes me feel and how I want to make him feel.
“Do you have any idea what it does to me, knowing you’re in my bed?” he murmurs, moving to my other nipple and pulling it into his mouth. I shake my head, but I want to know. I want him to tell me in his words.
“Knowing you’re here, that this is what I can come home to, it’s going to be impossible to do anything to risk that.” He keeps moving down my body, kissing his way past my stomach until he reaches my panties. He tosses the blanket to the side, and I shiver as a wave of cool air fans over me, but then his hands are peeling down the last barrier between us, and I’m not thinking about being chilly anymore. Goodness, he makes being good sound so bad.
Rafe kisses my inner thigh before he delivers a long lick up my center. I arch my back and open my legs, giving him better access, and I’m rewarded with him shoving his tongue inside me so deep, I can feel his lips against me. He reaches under my legs and grabs the tops of my thighs, jerking me closer to him.
My heart is beating so fast, it feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest, and I’m not doing a damn thing but lying here. Rafe slides his tongue in and out of me in a steady rhythm. My hips dance right along with him until I have the pattern of his tongue imprinted into my soul. I can feel my inner muscles squeezing him, demanding more as he devours me.
Just when I think I’m close to coming, Rafe licks up my slit and pushes the tip of his tongue against my clit. The swift change nearly topples me over the edge, but when he sucks on me, I completely lose it. My moan is loud and long. There’s one brief moment when I wonder if everyone left, but then I just don’t care anymore. He continues to lick and circle my clit until I’m so sensitive, my knees are probably squishing his head, but he doesn’t care, he just keeps torturing me in the best possible way.
Eventually, he moves up my body. His face is damp when he leans down to kiss me, and I don’t hesitate to kiss him back. I feel how hard he is, how badly he wants me against my leg, so I reach down and grab him. His skin is smooth, his piercings warm against my palm, and I’m careful not to grip him too tightly. He lets out a shuddered breath against my lips, and I move my hand up and down a little.
“I love it when you touch me,” he murmurs. It’s the first time I’ve heard Rafe utter the word ‘love’ about anything, and my heart picks up on the distinction.
“Just when I touch you?” I’m leading him, but I can’t help it. He makes me feel powerful, wanted, desired.
“No,” he says softly and pushes himself deeper into my grasp. I wait for him to say something else, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans down and kisses me again. It’s languid and rough. Rafe kisses me like he wants to punish me, but he can’t help worshipping me also.
“I need to be inside you, Lucy, need to feel you around me,” he pleads after breaking the kiss. I use my hand to guide him to my entrance, and Rafe shuts his eyes and groans, “Fuck,” before he bites the top of my shoulder as he slides into me.
I wrap my arms around his back and rock my hips up to meet him. Rafe glides one of his hands down and places it under my butt, making sure he goes deeper with every stroke. His other hand lifts my leg, so my ankle is near my ear.
The angle allows him to go even deeper. I tip my head back and forget to do anything but feel and breathe. Rafe slams his hips into mine, and I cry out. It’s not exactly painful, but it’s not straight pleasure either. It’s something else, and I’m chasing the feeling in the same way I chase the orgasms he gives me. He thrusts faster, and I’m pushed up the bed until I’m sliding onto the pillow, but he still doesn’t stop. Rafe releases my ass and reaches forward to grip the headboard.
I peel my eyes open to look up at him. Rafe is sweating. His chest is damp, as are the ends of his hair. The muscles of his abdominals and chest are flexing with every thrust. Just looking at him makes me wetter. I run my hand over his body, touching his inked chest and feeling his strength against my palm. This man owns a piece of me. I gave it freely, but unknowingly. I wouldn’t take it back if I could. It might never have been mine in the first place. My only saving grace is knowing I already have a piece of him too. I see it when he looks at me. Hear it when he speaks to me. And feel it when he touches me. I love him, and I know he loves me.
Rafe releases my leg but keeps his hold on the headboard. He’s kneeling between my thighs and fucking me like it’s his mission in life. “When you come…my name…on your lips,” he pants.
I can already taste his name on my tongue. I reach up and cup my breast, and his eyes dart down to watch.
“Greedy,” he purrs approvingly. “Am I not giving you enough?” He lowers his lips, and I arch my neck to lean up and kiss him. He tugs the headboard, and the wood under the leather creaks. His hips move faster until his flesh is slapping against mine. Tingles start in my lower stomach, and I grind myself against him as hard as I can. Through our kiss, I whisper his name.
