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“Yes, I’m stuck in the trash can.”
“Do you,” his voice breaks off into a laugh, “need help?”
“You know, that would be really nice. How kind of you,” I snap, kicking my feet for extra flair.
His hands land on my waist. “Wait!” I move my hand to the left and feel the book. As if it had been there the whole time. The universe and I both know that isn’t true. “Okay, please get me out of here.”
“On one condition.” I grunt for him to continue. “You don’t tell Branson I got this close to touching your ass.”I snort as he pulls me out.
“That’s highly unsanitary.” Dante scrunches his nose in disgust at me.
“Well, I threw my book away but changed my mind…” But he’s already walking away from me. Everyone is seriously so rude here. If it didn’t pertain to them, they simply didn’t care.
Walking back into the house, I loop my arm through Tucker’s as I drag him up the stairs with me.
“You smell like rotten dog ass,” he whines.
“Yeah, we'll cross that bridge later. I have to show you something.”
We have a mystery to solve.
* * *
Tucker scrunches up his face. “Sorry, I’m still stuck on how you got into the trash can willingly.”
“Focus, we need…” A knock on my door cuts me off and I look to Tucker as if he has answers.
He widens his eyes at me mockingly. Jerk. The door swings open as Rhonda walks in. “Okay.” She claps cheerfully before stopping and frowning at me. “Why are you not dressed?”
“I… What?”
“For the photoshoot? Rayne! Get in the shower now, we have thirty minutes before you have to leave for the studio!” She starts pushing me toward the shower as Tucker ducks out. Now that I notice, he was dressed fairly nice.
“I laid an outfit out for you. I’ll meet you at the studio. They’ll handle makeup and hair. So glad I dropped by. You really suck at this whole celebrity thing.”
I smile sweetly. “Thank you so much, Rhonda.” When she leaves, I flip her the bird and climb into the shower.
The water, made for Satan, runs down my body as I scrub my loofah over my wet skin. A hand from behind slips around my neck as my body crashes into toned, delicious muscle. My body hits his shoulder as I look up to see dark, hooded eyes.
Grabbing the loofah, Branson takes over for me. The material scrapes over my hard nipples and I moan.
This thing with Branson Lexington scares me. The things he does to my body, the way he molds me as if he knows me better than I know myself. The way my stomach flutters and my heart squeezes when he is around. I know someone like me, someone with so much trauma, would probably fall fast and easy. Always looking for the love I’ve been denied, the protection that the system had failed me as a child. But this feels like breathing, like seeing the stars for the first time. Everlasting.
So even if I am falling, so what? I’ve never had this type of affection—protection. Never had someone been so consumed with me it burned from their eyes. Seeped into me through my pores. Kisses that lingered in a fiery passion I felt them for days.
He kisses the side of my head as he moves the loofah to my pussy. The scrape over my clit has me gasping and wiggling against him. He pushes one finger inside of me as I shudder. “We don’t have time.”
“We don’t?” I shake my head against his chest. “Funny, because I always have time for what's mine.”
His grip around my neck tightens as he smacks the still fresh wound of his name on my thigh. I cry out from the sting as he pushed two fingers inside me. Fucking me slowly, bringing the tips of his fingers all the way out before slamming them back into me. My back arches off his body, his hand slipping from my neck as it tangles in my hair. He jerks my head to his as his mouth captures mine, his fingers still fucking me with slow, hard thrusts that have my toes curling.I want to turn around and rub my body against his. To feel him against me. To consume him as he is consuming me.
“Beg me, Rayne.” His free hand squeezes my breast until I’m gasping, a whimpering mess in his hands.
“I will never beg you, Branson. Not when your fingers are in my pussy, your hand on my breast, yourarousal rubbing against my ass.”
He slaps my pussy and I cry out from pleasure and pain. My face heats with humiliation at my reaction.
“I said to beg, not speak filth with that gorgeous mouth.”
