Page 92 of Unraveling Rain
“Xander,” she pants. “I’m ready for more.”
Without hesitation, I flip us gently, settling her on top.
“Ride me, Cherry,” I murmur. “Take what you need from me.”
Her hands brace on my chest as she sinks onto my cock. Her head falls back, a moan slipping past her lips, and I almost spill my cum. Almost.
Rain rolls her hips in tight circles, her movement slow, deliberate. It’s delicious torture—the kind that I never want to end.
Her hands shift to my shoulders, and her tits are at the perfect level for my mouth.
I lift my head and suck one nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, then my teeth.
My hands grip her ass, guiding her, encouraging her to move faster, harder.
“Fuck, Xander,” she cries as her rhythm falters, her body quaking above mine.
I know she’s close.
I lift my head higher, capturing as much of her tit as I can, sucking harder.
She moans my name, and I watch her face transform with pure ecstasy.
That’s it. I let go, falling off the edge with her.
Rain collapses onto me, her body limp and warm and perfect. I wrap my arms around her and hold her there, letting the moment stretch between us.
“That was…” I trail off, not knowing how to describe what just happened.
She burrows deeper against my chest, her voice muffled and content. “That’s right, Hotshot. That was out of this world.”
I smile into her hair, tracing circles on her back as her breathing evens out, her body melting into mine.
There’s a conversation still waiting between us—about our future, about what comes next—but right now, I don’t want to think about any of it.
Right now, I just want to enjoy having her in my arms.
And memorize what it feels like to be completely whole.
Chapter 25
Rain
“Hey, Hotshot,” I shout from the bottom of the stairs, like I do every day after work at the diner.
But today, the words catch in my throat. A pang of sadness presses against my chest. This time tomorrow, Xander will be in Raleigh, and I’ll be back to sleeping alone in Minx. The thought makes my eyes sting.
Then he appears at the top of the stairs—unruly jet-black hair, those deep brown eyes shining just forme, and that signature smile. The one with a crooked curve and that sexy dimple that always makes my heart trip.
My smile breaks free, wide and bright, as my chest fills with love.
“Hey, Cherry,” he says, descending the steps two at a time before wrapping his arms around me and kissing me softly.
I melt into him, breathing in the familiar scent of pinewood, leather, and his soap. It’ssohim. I want to bottle it, or better yet, steal one of his shirts when he’s packing, just so I can hold onto him just a little longer.
“Are you ready for our date?” he asks, still holding my hand as we step outside.
“Sure, but do I need to change?” I glance down at my Rustic Spoon black tee, jeans, and trusty Docs.
