Page 69 of Fighting for Rain


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Guilt seizes my heart and squeezes it in its fucking fist. Bracing myself on my forearms, I lower myself onto her soft, warm body and press my lips to hers. Blood explodes through my veins on contact, but I don’t move. I hold that kiss until I feel her relax beneath me. Until I know she’ll believe me when I finally promise, “Forever.”

Satisfied, Rain pulls my face back down to hers and kisses me like forever might actually exist. Slowly. Sweetly. Without the ticking clock of April 23 looming over our heads or the hooded horsemen from hell breathing down our necks. Without blood on our hands or ash in our hair. Without wonder or worry about how it will end. Because we started at the fucking end.

Now, we get to begin.

Tilting my head, I deepen our kiss and try not to smile when I feel Rain’s hips rock against me in response. We might have forever, but I have a week’s worth of pleasure to make up to this woman, and I think she’s waited long enough.

Gripping her hip with my right hand, I press myself against her and feel a moan vibrate through her chest.

“I missed you,” she whispers, weaving her fingers deeper into my hair.

“I …” I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing myself to speak around the knot of remorse in my throat, “I didn’t think you would. No one ever has, so … I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Rain. If you want me, I’m yours.”

“Forever,” she repeats.

My promise sounds more like a prayer coming from her lips, so I dip my head lower and seal it with a kiss. Our bodies move instinctively as I pour my heart out through my mouth—kissing her deep and slow, like a love song.

And somehow, Rain knows all the words.

Her body rolls and writhes beneath me as our tongues swirl and our breathing becomes heavy. I grind against her faster, wanting to make her come just like this—with nothing more than a kiss and promise.

“Wes,” she rasps, tilting her head back.

“Mmhmm …” I hum, sucking on her fat bottom lip.

“Wes …” Rain’s voice sounds more frantic, but her hips keep working in tempo with mine. “These are my only panties!”

I chuckle against her panting mouth. “Not anymore. I grabbed you some extra clothes while I was at your house.”

With that, Rain grabs my head and crushes her mouth to mine. The arch of her body underneath me, the needy moan in the back of her throat as she comes undone, the way she forgave me with open arms and is holding my face right now like I’m fucking precious—it overwhelms me, and suddenly, Rain isn’t the only one who’s going to come from a single kiss.

I push myself off of her, kneeling between her legs to try to calm down, but the sight of Rain basking in post-orgasmic bliss before me does nothing for my throbbing cock.

Opening her eyes, Rain takes one look at my face and then lets her gaze slide down my fully clothed body to the massive bulge right in front of her. With a swollen-lipped smirk, she reaches up and unfastens my belt.

I grab her wrist in warning. “Let me make you feel good a few more times first. I have a lot of making up to do.”

“It’s my birthday,” she says with a devilish grin. “I can do whatever I want.”

Can’t argue with that logic.

I let go of her wrist and watch as Rain slowly unbuttons my jeans and spreads the fly open. Her fingers slide up the shaft of my swollen cock through my boxers, and it jerks against the waistband.

Fuuuuck, this girl is killing me.

Without sitting up, Rain shimmies my pants and boxers down over my ass and licks her lips as my cock falls free.

“Come down here,” she says, her voice laced with need.

I don’t understand what she means until Rain grabs my hips and tugs forward gently.

Oh shit.

“You want me to fuck your mouth?”

Even in the dark, I can see Rain’s skin flush at my words. She drops her eyes and nods with a tight-lipped smile.

My balls tighten, and I do as she said, straddling her waist and leaning forward onto my hands. I drop my head and watch as her kiss-swollen lips part, and her little pink tongue slides across the head of my cock.

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