Saving the Rain (Crimson Ridge #4)

by Elliott Rose

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.” Raging heat floods my body, hearing him finally say those words out loud. “It’s so fucked up.” Kayce wets his lips, and I feel like we’ve plummeted out of space and time. “All I ever wanted was for you to succeed. Even if it came at my own goddamn cost.”

Until now, I haven’t dared unclench my fists, refused for one second to allow myself to touch him. Right now, I don’t know whether to defend myself, or perish beneath his imposing size. As he hovers over me, pressing me into the wall so hard that I’m sure I’ll melt at every single delicious point of contact, I recognize what I’m feeling. It’s enough to make my heart stutter, because he’s hard, too. Holy shit, he’s hard as stone. The outline of his cock presses through his jeans, and I’m struggling to stay in my body. I don’t know what the fuck to do right now. Is he angry at me for causing this? Is he pissed off that all this tension and fight we’ve had going on—so much so that we’re messed up beyond reason—has brought us to the point when our dicks don’t know how to react appropriately? My stepbrother’s erection is ever so slightly rubbing against mine, and I’ve never felt more alive.

Today can go fuck itself.

“I could never hate 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?”

Fuck, I’ve got work I gotta head out and get done around the property, and I really can’t afford to spend time flirting with my stepbrother like a grinning lunatic.

I swallow hard, fiercely trying to cool my jets and not type back the world’s fastest and most over-enthusiastic yes. Surely, there is no greater shame than practically crawling through your phone screen to beg for your stepbrother’s cock.

“You’re such a hot-blooded little thing when your dick wants to be played with. Because that’s what you like, isn’t it? Someone like me, with a man’s touch, with a scratch of a beard and sharp teeth, who can bruise you and suck on you properly, until your eyes roll back in your head.” Holy fuck. I nod. Rendered voiceless. “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.” “Raine, you’re gonna end me right here. You’re such a fucking asshole.” He goes in for the kill. Dusting his mouth over my pulse point. “How hard are you right now, hmm? How fat does this perfect,” Kiss “. . . pretty boy cock of yours,” Lick “. . . get when you’ve got a real cowboy to look after you?” Bite. “How desperate are you to fill my throat with cum because you know it’ll please me?”

He’s prepared to get down on the hard gravel and give this to me, and that in itself means more than any endless weakness I might have for his lips to be wrapped around my cock. “Your knee,” I warn. The cowboy he is, Kayce’s jaw tightens with determination. “It’s fine.” Oh, my sweet boy. I see it, and feel it in his energy, just how sincere he is in wanting to demonstrate his willingness, once and for all.

“You want me to take this throat where anyone could see? Want me to use you like my personal little fuck toy? Thirsty for a belly full of my cum?”

“Ok, let’s just rewind here.” She coughs and puts on a serious, stern voice. “Oh yes. Sorry. We’re here to discuss the matter of Kayce Wilder, newly anointed cock aficionado.” I let out a groan. “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—” “SAGE.” “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 kind of girth are we working with here?” “Can I talk to Beau instead?” “Alright, alright. I’ll behave.” She whines and puffs out an exaggerated sigh. “How very booooring.”

Am I protesting that my maybe-kinda-sorta boyfriend is making breakfast in nothing but a slutty pair of sweats and a sexy scowl? Not in this lifetime.

“There’s nothing wrong with having cracks and broken pieces. But you gotta work on healing the scars still in here . . .” With one finger, I tap his temple. “And here . . .” I shift that same hand down to place my palm over his heart. “The parts of you that won’t let you move on.”

“Now rewind to the fact you slipped and fell onto Raine’s—what I’m sure is very impressive—dick. I coulda been coaching you through every trick I’ve got for sucking cock.” “Why does everyone keep telling me I need coaching?” “Well . . . you ain’t gonna be deep-throating a monster like that your very first time.”

“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?” “Bye.”

“You told me you’re a better person because I taught you how to love. Well, I'm better because of the way you love. I’m out here wondering how a guy like me could ever get so lucky . . . or ever deserve to have someone like you looking my way twice.” “I’m not special. I’m nothing special,” he whispers. “To me, you are. To me . . . you are magnificent.” His lips quirk. “I think you’re high.”