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“Still good?” he murmurs against my mouth, his voice low and rough.
I let out a breathless laugh, my fingers curling into his shirt, tugging him closer. “More than good.”
Rayne grins, that cocky, self-assured smirk that does things to me, and I can’t help but roll my eyes even as my heart races. “Don’t let it go to your head, cowboy.”
His hands slide down to grip my ass, pulling me flush against him, and I feel how hard he is, how much he’s holding back. “Too late.”
I press my lips to his, softer this time, my hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the hard lines of his stomach, the way his muscles tense under my touch. I want to take my time with him,to feel every inch of him, but the fire between us is too hot, too demanding.
“Let’s get out of here,” he mutters against my lips, his voice tight with restraint. “Before I fuck you right here.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I nod, my body still buzzing from what just happened. We quickly gather our things, the sounds of the party distant now as we head toward his truck. Rayne helps me inside, his hand lingering on my waist for just a second longer than necessary, and then we’re off, the truck rumbling down the dark road.
The ride is quiet, but it’s not awkward—just thick with tension, the kind that promises more. I sneak a glance at Rayne, his strong hands gripping the steering wheel, the muscles in his forearms flexing with every shift of the gears. I can’t stop thinking about what he did to me back there, about how good it felt to have him between my legs. My pulse quickens, and I shift in my seat, suddenly feeling very warm despite the cool night air.
When we pull up to my place, Rayne kills the engine, but neither of us makes a move to get out. The silence stretches, heavy with anticipation, and I know exactly what’s coming next.
“Invite me up,” Rayne says, his voice rough, his eyes locked on mine.
I bite my lip, the heat between us simmering just under the surface. “You want to come up?”
He reaches over, his hand settling on my thigh, squeezing gently. “What do you think?”
I don’t need to be asked twice.
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Rayne
The second Billie opens that door, I’m right behind her. My pulse is pounding in my ears, and the only thing on my mind is getting her alone.
We head upstairs to her place, and the second the door closes, I’ve got her pressed up against the wall, my mouth on hers, my hands everywhere—her waist, her ass, her tits. She’s warm, soft, and fuck, she smells like cinnamon and sugar, sweet and intoxicating.
She’s kissing me back just as fiercely, her hands sliding under my shirt, pulling it over my head in one quick motion. Her nails rake down my chest, and it takes everything in me not to throw her onto the bed and fuck her senseless. But I want to savor this. I want to make her feel everything.
We stumble toward the bed, shedding clothes along the way, and by the time we fall onto the mattress, I’ve got her naked under me, her skin flushed, her dark eyes filled with heat.
I kiss her, slower this time, taking my time exploring her body, memorizing every curve, every soft moan she makes. Her hands slide down my back, her nails digging into my skin, and I groan, pressing my hips against her, letting her feel just how badly I want her.
“Rayne,” she whispers, her voice breathless, “please…”
I grin, my mouth moving to her neck, her tits, her stomach. “You want more?”
She lets out a frustrated groan, her hips lifting, pressing against me. “Stop teasing.”
I chuckle against her skin, kissing my way down to her thighs. “Patience, sweetheart.”
But truth is, I’m losing control just as much as she is.
My hand slides between her legs, finding her already wet and ready, and the second I touch her, she gasps, her body arching off the bed.
“Fuck,” she moans, her voice thick with need.
I press my fingers inside her, slow at first, then faster, curling them just right, and she’s a fucking mess, her pussy clenching around me, her juices slicking my hand. I watch her face, the way her lips part, the way her tits bounce with every thrust, and it’s all I can do not to lose it right there.
She’s so fucking beautiful, laid out like this, all for me.
I slide my thumb over her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles, and she lets out a sharp cry, her hands fisting in the sheets. Her body tenses, her back arching, and then she’s coming, hard, her pussy gripping my fingers, her juices dripping down my hand.
