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She’s already soaked, and not just from the water. I rub her clit, slow and gentle at first, but then I pick up the pace, feeling the way she starts to writhe in my arms, her breath coming out in short, ragged bursts.
“Fuck, Rayne…” she moans, her hips grinding against my hand.
I smirk, pressing my lips to her ear. “Come for me, Billie. I wanna feel you come on my fingers.”
It doesn’t take much more than that. Her whole body tenses, and then she’s coming, her pussy clenching around my fingers, hermoans filling the small bathroom. I watch her fall apart in my arms, and fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
When she finally comes down, her chest heaving, her body limp against mine, I turn off the water and grab a towel, wrapping it around her before pulling her close again.
“Better?” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her wet hair.
She lets out a soft laugh, her eyes still half-lidded with bliss. “Much.”
We step out of the shower, and I lead her into the living room, where the fire is still crackling, casting a warm glow over the room. I pull her down onto the rug in front of the fire, and we settle in, wrapped in the blanket, the heat from the flames making everything feel even cozier.
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Billie
The warmth of the fire, the smell of cinnamon and pine, and the weight of Rayne’s arm around me… it’s perfect. I curl up against him, feeling completely content for the first time in a long time.
“Now this,” I say, glancing up at him with a grin, “this is the perfect picnic.”
Rayne chuckles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Told you I wasn’t done with you yet.”
I laugh, settling deeper into his embrace. “Good. Because I’m not done with you either.”
Chapter 14
Billie
A few days pass after that night with Rayne. I still catch myself thinking about his hands on me, the heat of his touch, the way he made me come so hard in that shower. It’s a constant, pulsing ache, and every time we text or talk on the phone, it’s there in the back of my mind.
But tonight, we’re keeping things light—at least, that’s the plan. There’s a big bonfire party happening at Miller Ranch, and Rayne invited me to join him. I told myself I wouldn’t overthink it, but here I am, standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom, trying to decide if this outfit says “I’m casual, but also please keep looking at my ass.”
I settle on a pair of snug jeans, a sweater that hugs my curves just right, and my favorite pair of boots. The weather’s chilly, the smell of wood smoke already drifting through the open window, and it makes everything feel even more like fall. I pull my hair back into a neat ponytail, glancing at my reflection one last time. Casual but cute. Perfect.
Rayne texted me earlier, saying he’d pick me up around 6:30, and right on the dot, I hear his truck rumble to a stop outside.
Grabbing my jacket, I head downstairs, feeling my heart do alittle flip when I see him leaning against the side of his truck, that damn cowboy hat sitting low on his brow. He’s dressed in dark jeans and a flannel shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, showing off those thick forearms that make me weak in the knees every time I see them.
“Evening, sweetheart,” he says, his voice low and gruff as always, but there’s a softness in his eyes as he watches me walk toward him.
“Hey, cowboy,” I tease, feeling a grin tug at my lips. “Ready for some bonfire fun?”
Rayne steps forward, his hand slipping around my waist as he pulls me in for a quick kiss, his lips brushing against mine in a way that sends a rush of heat straight through me. “As long as you’re there, yeah.”
I roll my eyes, but my heart does a little flip at his words. “Come on, let’s go before all the good spots by the fire are taken.”
He helps me up into the truck—because of course, the man drives a damn mountain of a vehicle—and we head toward the ranch, the night sky darkening around us. The air smells like pine and smoke, and with the windows cracked just a bit, I can hear the distant sound of music from the party up ahead.
We pull up to the bonfire, the flames already crackling high into the air, surrounded by people chatting, laughing, drinking. The whole scene is drenched in fall vibes—pumpkins stacked by the fire, hay bales scattered around, people wrapped up in blankets with mugs of cider in hand.
Rayne parks the truck, and we climb out, the cool evening air brushing against my skin. He reaches for my hand, lacing ourfingers together, and I can’t help but smile at the simple gesture. His thumb brushes over my knuckles as we walk toward the fire. His grip tightening on my hand.
We find a spot near the fire, settling onto one of the hay bales. Rayne sits close, his thigh brushing against mine, and I feel the warmth of him even more than the heat from the fire. The flames flicker, casting shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the way his dark eyes seem to watch me even when he’s looking at the fire.
I try to focus on the people around us, on the laughter and music, but it’s hard when all I can think about is how much I want to feel him again. His hand is resting on my thigh, his fingers tracing slow circles, and every touch sends a shiver up my spine. My skin tingles, and I’m doing everything I can to keep from fidgeting.
