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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.”
And that leaves me all kind of churned up inside my head. I thought my own stepbrother was hot. Fuck. My. Life.
“Kayce Wilder. Stage five clinger right out the gate.”
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.”
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?
“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.”
“You looked at me like you knew. You knew that I wanted you to win . . . I wanted you to have it all.”
“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.
“The little Crimson Ridge golden boy, stammering and blushing for me. Not so cocky now, huh?”
“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?”
I’ve unfortunately slipped under some sort of Raine-spell and I’m not sure I have any intention of seeking out an antidote.
He’s become my sun, and without him, I don’t know which way to turn.
“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.”
“No, snowflake. There’s no one here but me giving you this. I’m the one fingering your ass, with your dick weeping, all for my hands.”
“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?”
“Just breathe, snowflake. I’m not gonna bite.”
“Unless you want me to, of course.”
“You make me want things . . . the kind of things I didn’t know I could ever dream of.”
“No. Raine. My name is the one on your lips when you’re taking my dick, snowflake.”
Yet, I can’t deny that I’m feeling all sorts of weirdly possessive where my stepbrother is concerned.
“You belong right here. I’m not letting you leave me.”
“I’ll always be here to protect you.”
“Maybe one day you’ll let me love you the way you deserve.”
“Never not obsessed with you.”
A snowflake is a thing of beauty. An infinitely unique pattern. It melts, yes, but that depends on its circumstances. When it transforms into water, you and I both know, that’s one of nature’s most powerful forces. Able to flow and bend and fucking move mountains. A life-giving substance.”
“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.”
“I’m yours, snowflake. I’m so fucking in love with you. Got it?”
As I fall even deeper in love with the man I don’t ever want to be parted from again.
“You don’t even know all the ways I love you, baby.” “Never not obsessed?” His lips form a hesitant little smile over my mouth. “Never not obsessed with you.”
My future. My cowboy. My love.
“Ready to be my husband, snowflake?”
