Saving the Rain (Crimson Ridge #4)

by Elliott Rose

He’s wearing my t-shirt, the one I gave him that day at the hospital, and I hate the sensation it kicks up in my stomach. I hate that my first thought that flutters in—unwanted and needing to fuck right off immediately—is that he looks good.

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?

Surely I need to pluck my eyeballs from my skull, because, hell no, I did not just look at him and feel butterflies.

My body isn’t trustworthy, and that makes my blood curdle with distaste for my own uselessness.

If that ain’t the fucking truth, brother

“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?” Kayce nods without hesitation. “Please.”

“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?” Gulping down all my nerves and trepidation, I nod. “You know I do.” The confession comes out as barely more than a whisper, which Raine seals with another of those drugging kisses. Then his hands are moving.

Little does he know, I’m ruthless enough to leave him on edge like this, because it satisfies a twisted little part of me to know that I’ve got him squirming this hard, moaning quietly, and flushed using only my words. “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?”

“That’s it, feed me all those horny little sounds, snowflake. You drive me insane with the way this mouth looks, you know . . . always so ready to wrap around my cock and suck me down. Walking around with that greedy stare, like the only thing you want is for me to unbuckle my jeans and feed you my dick. To give you something to choke on until you’re a drooling mess.”

Ma’am! I am at WORK! 😭🥵

“Gonna be a reckless little slut?” My voice is raspy, heavy with need. “Right here, out in the open, pushed up against the wall?” I bite his bottom lip to the point it’ll definitely sting. Tasting that cherry sweetness on his tongue and a slight tang, the chalkiness of face paint, as I suck on that spot. “If that’s what it takes.” He breathes choppily. Still clinging to my shirt. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, pretty boy.” I lick at the pouty curve of his bottom lip. “Thought there wasn’t anything . . . that we weren't gonna be anything.” “Well, maybe I changed my mind.”

Raine wants me to nestle there at his side. For some reason, that sends shivers flying everywhere. His eyes remain on the road, but he adjusts his weight and clicks his tongue. “There ain’t a question mark on the end of that. Come. Here.”

“I wish I’d been here sooner,” I confess, speaking into his damp hair, inhaling the scents of soap and shampoo. “You wouldn’t have liked who I was.” Kayce’s fingers flex against my ribs. “I’m glad you got to know me now.” I feel him toying with the fabric of my shirt and give him a moment to collect those words he obviously wants to say. “I prefer this version of me. He’s the guy I want you to know.”

😭

“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.”

As I open the door, I pause and level him with a look across the truck roof. “Maybe one day you’ll let me love you the way you deserve.” Getting back into my truck, I start the engine and watch him through the rearview as I pull away. I wish he didn’t let me leave.

“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.” “Negative. Don’t you dare end this transmission, prick. Didn’t Raine leave? Heard he fucked off back to moose country.” “Yeah. I’m not sure where we stand, ok. But if I didn’t completely mess it up, I wanna be with him. As in a serious, proper relationship, go all-in kinda deal. Is that enough spilling my guts to keep you happy?” He pauses and takes his sweet time before replying. “For now. But you bet your perky, firm ass cheeks I will hunt you down as soon as that snow clears and expect the full story. Copy?” A wry smile settles on my lips. “Loud and clear, Chaos.”

Raine showed me I could trust myself. That I was strong enough to do something on my own, and he wanted to be there to see me do it.