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“Over there in the red flannel. He’s got that look about him. You know, the one that says he’s bad for your health, and your heart.”
“In case you missed the memo, I’ve gotta stay focused on rodeo, and manage the ranch. There ain’t time to waste on navel-gazing and figuring out why I suddenly wanted a guy when I’ve never felt that way before.” “Oh, I bet you weren’t gazing at your navel.” He waggles his eyebrows.
“Cool . . . so you played a little tonsil hockey with a dude . . . one time?”
He sucks in a long draw as he pockets the pack and lighter. That keen look reconnects with my gaze just as his lips purse and curve around the filter. It’s a crooked little smile that reaches up to his eyes with layers of hopefulness written there. Subtext I’d recognize from a mile away. The kind of expression I’ve shared with any number of girls late at night, before going on to make terrible goddamn decisions. A question hovering in the subtle tip up at the corner of his lips, one that asks . . . what do you think?
Balling my fists in an effort not to shove this twiggy-looking motherfucker out of the way, my grunt comes out gritty and forceful. “He’s got asthma, you shit for brains.”
This kid has always thought everything should revolve around him. Always wanting me to give him attention and to treat him like he was something, or someone, important to my life. When he and his mom were anything but. A giant fucking pain in my neck was all they were. A constant headache I didn’t need.
Okay why don’t they both just never speak to each other again
But my hold doesn’t ease on him. For some goddamn reason, I don’t trust letting him go. I feel like if I do, he’ll simply slump to the ground. If I don’t hold him up, who else is gonna?
Fuck my miserable life; I’ve definitely got worse Daddy issues than I thought if seeing him wear his cap backward leaves me feeling a certain way.
Lowering myself into the water feels nothing like being a rough stock riding rodeo stud, and a whole lot like a Victorian Lordling suffering from some unknown malady.
Behind me, there’s another mocking laugh and a snarl that I’ll replay for hour upon hour while lying in bed with tears streaming down my cheeks. “Get outta my car, and get the hell out of my life.”
Yeah he sucks
“I fucking idolized you.” Those wide eyes still trace back and forth over my mouth as he gives me his soft admission. “I hated losing to you . . . but I loved seeing you win.”
I want him to have it all. I want Raine to take away this feeling—this out of my head desperation to escape the hell I’ve found myself in.
He’s like a goddamn mountain standing over me in this hallway, and I need him to be the one to fix this.
I hate him, and I don’t, all in the same breath. Because I think the thing I hate the most about him is that he won’t allow me in. He’s always swept me aside, always blocked me from getting close, always sneered at me if I attempted to be in his orbit.
“What a pretty thing you are when you blush for me,” he murmurs, and I nearly combust on the spot at the way that turns me inexplicably and confusingly to absolute stone.
“Good boys swallow my fingers. This ass has never had a fat cock in it before, has it?” I study his face, as his breathing shallows more and more. “No . . . the way you just clenched around me, snowflake, I know you haven’t. But you’ve been dreaming about it, haven’t you?”
“But I could never . . .” He lets his lips hover over mine, and I’m trembling beneath his hold. Every part of me screams to know another of his kisses. To have him give me another hit of the wicked rasp and scrape and taste of him. The sexiest, rumbly noise bursts forth as he dusts those lips that I so desperately ache for over mine. Relief and a pure lust-fueled appetite coil through me as Raine speaks against my mouth, and I damn near feel like I’m about to fly off into the night sky. “I could never hate you, snowflake.”
“Please.” He ushers that word, with just enough certainty that I’m already starting to walk him backward before he gets to the next part. “I want this . . . with you.” “Jesus. You don’t know what the fuck you’re getting us into.”
“Ummpphhf. Oh, god,” he gasps and immediately rocks into my hold. “No, snowflake. There’s no one here but me giving you this. I’m the one fingering your ass, with your dick weeping, all
“I don’t have to do more than stuff your holes with my fingers, and you’re spraying cum. What kind of mess do you think you’ll make when I’m filling you properly? What kind of a noisy slut will you be for having my cock deep inside your tight little ass?”
“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?”
“This ass. You’re fucking addictive.”
“Maybe I’m a little bit addicted to you. Even though I shouldn’t be.”
“To the outside world, yes.” I let my hold flex, curled around the side of his neck. “But there’s nothing complicated about the fact I’m here, ok?”
cocks straining and impatient pressed between us. “But you make me crave your perfect, sweet lips. Driving me crazy at the idea I could fuck you whenever I wanted to. To be able to slip inside that impossibly tight little hole of yours and play with you until I leave you slick with my cum.”
“You’d look like an absolute dream, with my cum dripping out of you and stuffed full of my fingers, humping the bed, begging like a pathetic little thing. You know I’m an asshole, and you know I would absolutely have you whimpering. That’s all it would take, and you’d give me permission to tease this beautiful body all night long.”
“Is that what you want tonight? Do you want me to treat you like the needy thing you are? The rodeo star who wants to be filled with cock and pumped full of cum?”
“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?”
“Mmm, there you go. Tell me what you want. I like hearing you get a little extra nasty when you’re horny and impatient.”
“Yeah. You don’t want a soft, tender, sweet cunt bouncing up and down on your cock. You want to have your ass eaten, and balls licked, and you want to be pounded into so hard you see stars all night long.”
Kissing me fiercely, passionately, he treats me to that hold around the front of my neck that I can’t get enough of. I’m pretty sure there isn’t any part of Raine I can get enough of.
There’s an allure hidden in this scenario, the front seat of his truck, of enjoying being with Raine in the quietness. As much as the times when he steals my breath and torments my body in the most delicious and enthralling of ways.
“You’re so good for me. So perfect.”
This time, it doesn’t feel like sex. It feels like making love.
“You belong right here. I’m not letting you leave me.”
Kayce prefers men. And to add to that, well, apparently, I prefer him to anyone else on this planet.
I do love him. It’s a painful, awful thing to finally admit. To fall in love for the first time, with Raine, of all people, is probably the stupidest thing I could ever do.
“I’m right here with you in this. All of it. Don’t forget that.”
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. He doesn’t eat it for breakfast, either. It’s some sort of weird evening snack he has.
“Oh yes. Sorry. We’re here to discuss the matter of Kayce Wilder, newly anointed cock aficionado.”
“How’s your blow job game? Need some tips?” “Don’t make me regret this phone call.” “You know if you do this thing with your tongue—”
“Sorry . . . I just want lover boy to be left with his toes curling each time you worship his schlong.” I chuckle. “Is it big? What ki...
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“I’ll always be here to protect you.”
Am I protesting that my maybe-kinda-sorta boyfriend is making breakfast
nothing but a slutty pair of sweats and a sexy scowl? Not in this lifetime.
“This is where you are. No matter whether you piss me off, or leave me ready to toss you over my shoulder, or be so goddamn in love with you I don’t know how to breathe. That’s who you are. You’re better than this, and I believe that you’ll figure out you’re worthy of being loved by someone one day. Trust that I’m gonna be out there hoping like hell you might want that guy to be me.”
“So what . . . are you two like kissing cousins now, or what?” “Jesus.” I scrub my hand over my mouth. “What does a stepbrother-flavored blow job feel like?”
“Snowflakes are beautiful,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“I’m so proud of you. Taking me so well.” His groan is the best sound. Listening to him enjoy the way we fit together is everything. “Fffffuuuck. This ass is so perfect, I don’t ever want to lose you again.”
All I want is Kayce filling my entire life. No matter what I have to do to make that happen.
