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That slope of his throat is so tempting, I want to crawl over him and bite down on it. His Adam’s apple dips and works as he gulps for air.
“Writhing in my truck, staring at my dick.”
“You want to be a brat? Or do you want to be a good boy for me?”
I can’t explain it, but touching him at this moment—while we’re both wet with raindrops and the windows of my truck are fogging up from how hard we’re both breathing—only feels completely natural.
Well, shit. If there was any question mark still lingering over my sexual wants or preferences, I think I’ve formally stepped into my identity as a gay man.
“I had nowhere else to go.”
He’s become my sun, and without him, I don’t know which way to turn.
Raine grunts, and one of his strong fists reaches for the front of my t-shirt.
A dark noise of warning. A look that says he’s just as confused by this magnetic pull going on between us, yet he’s still undecided whether he wants to kill me, or kiss me.
“I could never hate you, snowflake.”
I pull back a little, pinching his bottom lip between my teeth, and tug on that soft swell that’s always so damn tempting. He stares back, all wide-eyed and slightly ruffled. Taking in the sight of him like this, it quickly becomes my favorite version of Kayce Wilder. His golden boy look so easily upended with something as innocent as a kiss.
“I don’t know why I’m here.” His words dissolve into the sluttiest little noise when I start kissing the side of his throat. Goddamn, the way that turns me feral.
“I feel safe with you.”
Kayce looks like my next fucking meal.
“This little naive cowboy routine is endearing and tempting and all, but a few stolen kisses after dark is one thing...”
“Asking me to take care of your needs is another demand entirely . . . and you know it.”
“I want this . . . with you.” “Jesus. You don’t know what the fuck you’re getting us into.”
“Well, what are you waiting for? Gonna just stand there, or are you gonna be a good boy for me?”
he’s quick to become a slutty little thing, silently begging for my mouth.
“Fuck me, Raine. Fuck me. Fuck me, please.”
“Such a pretty thing for me, aren’t you, snowflake?”
“I’m in the kind of mood to ruin you.” His velvety words dance across my skin, leaving shivers in their wake. “Is that what you want, my sweet boy?”
“Keep those blues on me, snowflake.”
“Mmm, those lips suit begging a little.”
He’s so strong and assured, looming over me with his tattoos and dark eyes that absolutely eat me alive.
Bet you’re blushing for me, aren’t you, pretty boy?
Why the fuck do I feel like I want to hurl myself at him every time he taunts me like this? Christ, I don’t understand it.
“Just breathe, snowflake. I’m not gonna bite.”
“Unless you want me to, of course.”
Reaching for the front of his stool, I turn him to face me—not missing the spark that crosses his eyes, the way he hastily gulps. With one leg, I push forward between his thighs to part them. Tilting my head to one side, I drop my gaze to the place where he might be in pain. A quick check-in that it feels ok to spread his knees wider like this.
“Maybe I’m a little bit addicted to you. Even though I shouldn’t be.”
“Purring for me like a slutty little kitten.”
there’s something entirely hypnotic about the way his veins stand out with that sexy ink, and oh god, I really am so fucking swept up in him.
Raine swoops a powerful arm around my ribs, catching me off guard, and pushes me up against the stall.
He flips my cap onto the ground, then does something that leaves my body lighting up from head to toe. Raine lifts his hat off his head, and settles it on mine.
WEAR THE HAT… RIDE THE COWBOY BABYYYYY
What if seeing you lose your goddamn mind like a little slut is the thing that gets me off hardest?”
“Archdemon, actually.” Raine tilts his head my way, voice low and gritty. “Here to collect your soul.”
“There ain’t a question mark on the end of that. Come. Here.”
“Oh, that’s right. You’re a cowboy who absolutely, definitely, under no circumstances would ever blush . . . because that’s not manly.”
“These sugar lips. Did you know you always taste like candy?”
“Good boy.”
fussing with it until it shows off the sexy tattoo of the vintage rose covering the back of his hand. All those veins sticking out in the gorgeous way they do. I slip my palm beneath his, thread our fingers, and take a photo of us—just our hands with fingers interlocked. “There.” I nibble on my lip and show him the image on-screen. “Better?”
Holding hands contact photo
This has gotta be the strangest place to realize you’ve fallen for someone. Standing in the middle of the grocery aisle, contemplating which cereal to buy, and the only thought in my head is that I know Kayce prefers to eat the pink charms first.
With one hand, I brush a few strands of hair off his forehead. “If you think I would choose a drink over you, snowflake. Then you’re sorely mistaken.”
giddy at the prospect of a sleepover with my stepbrother. The guy, I’ve come to realize, I want to wake up next to every morning. The cowboy who owns my heart . . . even if I’m too shit scared to admit that to him, or anyone else.
“No one else is ever going to treat you the way I do, and you know it.”
“You give me life, Kayce. You’ve shown me there’s a way to move on from the hurts of a past we shared . . . you’re stronger than I am, because you got back up each time. I’m so proud of you, and I didn’t always know how to say those words.”
“You think I’m . .
“Beautiful?”
“Of course I do. You’re so goddamn beautiful, my sweet boy.”
