Page 51 of Forged in Rain

He runs his hand down his abs, over the ridges, and bumps before grabbing his dick in his hands. Breathless, I watch him stroke it roughly, all the while his eyes stare into mine with an expression I can’t read.

Dropping my eyes to his erection, I lick my lips, and he groans, a drop of pleasure beading at the tip.

“Fuck, you want to taste, beauty?” he asks huskily.

“Yes,” I whisper, whimpering when he climbs my torso before resting over my chest and sliding his cock between my breasts.

“So fucking hot,” he groans, and I open my mouth as he pumps into me in steady strokes, his hands formed around my boobs.

The sight is so erotic, I buck into him, and he smiles, gasping when I grab his dick between my lips and suck greedily.

“Fuck,” he growls, pulling back and tugging heavily.

“Cyn,” I moan, and he groans, dropping back to the bed beside me and pulling me up and onto my hands and knees.

“This okay?” he asks, and I nod dumbly, my aching ankle far from my thoughts.

Dazed, I buck back into him and pulse when he slides into me smoothly, thrusting deep before pausing and then pulling out once more.

“Yes,” I groan, dropping my head to my arms and wailing as he pounds into me roughly.

His grunts fill the air around us, and I shudder below him, electrified by the feel of his balls tapping my ass.

Too soon, I’m rushing toward orgasm again, falling over the abyss, and he bottoms out inside of me, his length growing impossibly wide as he pulses heavily.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans.

We both collapse to the bed with his chest to my back and breathing deeply; I enjoy the feeling of his warmth until he slides off me with a groan. Still, before I have time to regret anything or feel the icy cold distance he tends to put between us, he pulls me into his arms and adjusts us against the pillows.

Drowsily, I smile when he folds his arms around me before I drop into sleep, my heart beating normally for the first time in weeks.

Chapter Nine

When I wake, Cyn is gone, and I lay on my side staring at the wall. Inevitably I know this is nothing but an interlude, so I’m gearing up for the ice out when the bed dips beside me, and Cyn touches my shoulder.

“Rain?”

Closing my eyes against the name, which is a sign of his ever-changing moods, I say softly, “Yeah?”

“Hate is on his way, and Iris is awake and acting like a feral cat,” he grumbles.

Suppressing a smile, I roll up into a sitting position and yawn, all my bones creaking. You’d think I would feel refreshed, but all I feel is more tired because the shit is never-ending, and I could use a fucking day off.

“You’ll get a day off when fuckers aren’t after your ass,” he says, reading my mind, and I snort.

When I turn, he raises his glittering eyes from my bare breasts and smirks. With a thrill, I pull my shirt over my head, and his eyes zero in on my tight nipples through my shirt before he growls. “Bra.”

Bemused, I watch him walk from the room before grabbing up my bra and putting it on. After, I shuffle into my pants awkwardly and grab my shoes.

Maybe he’s a little jealous after all. Is this good news?

Making a pit stop in the bathroom, I rinse my mouth out and wish for toothpaste before smoothing my hair into a ponytail and calling it good. I’ve got no tools here as it is.

My ankle hurts like a bitch, and I left my crutches in the living room, so I’m forced to hobble to the kitchen.

I can hear Iris bitching as I approach, and the only saving grace is that none of the guys are arguing back.

“Fuckers. Why the fuck would you do this? You’re not fucking in charge of me!”

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