Page 92 of Adrift

One thing at a time, cowboy. She’s fucking nineteen and in school. Plus, you still don’t know how this is going to work long-term. Kinda hard to raise a baby when she’s living in another city and you only see each other when her schedule allows it.

She pulls away from me, giving me one of her sweet smiles. Instead of returning her smile, I stare at it like I always do, making her giggle. “I live for your non-smiles, Mr. Meyer.”

I watch her, awestruck, as she lifts my son into her arms before dashing up the stairs with him. Her wheezy voice permeates the kitchen through the monitor, and I listen as Rani tells him how much she loves him, how she’ll always be there for him. My throat constricts, knowing that even though he doesn’t understand her words, they have a profound power over my heart. A power she’s likely not even aware of.

Her melodic rasp fills the room as she sings his favorite song, and I quickly go to my car to get the items I’d picked up on my way home today, then hurry upstairs to my bathroom, tiptoeing past Rani and Arman in his room.

Fifteen minutes later, I’ve gotten everything ready when I hear her knock on my open door. I peek my head out of the bathroom. “Come in.”

She slowly steps toward me, assessing me curiously since I’m looking out of a dark bathroom. “What are you doing in there?

I watch her come closer. “You don’t ever have to knock, you know. You’re free to come into my room whenever you want.” I pull her by her hand into the bathroom.

She’s in a daze as she drinks in the display of lit candles and flowers. Her mouth opens then closes. “Darian.” She searches my gaze before admiring the room again. “When did you . . .?”

I reach for her, pulling her hair out of the bun on the top of her head, letting her wild curls hang over her back. I kiss her soft lips, wrapping my hands around her face. “Rani?”

“Mmm.” She hums with her eyes closed.

“I love you.”

“Darian?” She reaches for my lips again with a smile on her own.

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

I curl my fingers around the spaghetti straps of her dress and pull them off her shoulder, peering into her eyes. Sliding the material down her arms, I pull it over her chest and her waist. She’s in nothing but a strapless, powder-blue bra and panties.

I grab the back of her neck and pull her in for another kiss, tasting her sweet breath and tongue against my own. Using my other hand, I unhook her bra, letting it fall to the ground in the heap of her dress. “I need you to do something for me,” I whisper against her mouth.

“Anything.”

This girl.

“I want you to stay silent until we’re finished. Not a word, not a moan, not even a whimper. The second I hear you, I’ll stop whatever we’re doing.”

Her hand wraps around my wrist. “You’re asking for the impossible, Darian.”

I put my lips over her ear, caressing her skin with my breath. “I’ll make it worth your while, my Rani.”

I find her eyes and she gives me a quick nod, though I can tell she’s already worried about how she’s going to stay so quiet when she’s rather expressive in bed and otherwise.

Kissing down her neck and over the top of her chest, I wrap my hand around her breast. I love that it’s such a perfect size for my hands. I squeeze gently, massaging her and running my thumb over her nipple. I hear her swallow and it makes me smile into her skin, knowing how much I’m affecting her.

I make my way down to her other awaiting breast, sucking her pert tip into my mouth hard, making her buck. Her hands grasp my hair and she pulls to let me know how affected she is. I bite down on her nipple and she lets out an almost inaudible breath.

I continue to flick her nipple with my tongue, alternating between sucking and teasing as she starts to wiggle and writhe in my hands. Her legs clench and release, her hands moving to grasp my shoulder with an iron grip. I can tell she’s working hard to stay upright.

Moving to the other breast, I slide my hand down her stomach and into her panties. She’s positively drenched. I circle her clit before rubbing between her folds, up and down. Rani throws her head back as her fingernails dig into my shoulders. Her chest heaves as I continue my ministrations with both my mouth on her breast and my fingers massaging her center.

I press two fingers inside her and she takes in a quick breath. I release her nipple from my mouth, standing to find her eyes. “Do not come.” I raise an eyebrow, keeping my mouth set. “Do you hear me? I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until you can’t take another second, and then you’re going to sit on the edge of that tub and I’m going to fuck you with my tongue.”

She shudders, biting down on her lip. Her eyes close as I continue to pump in and out of her, her juices dripping down my fingers. I pull my fingers out completely and add one more, and Rani practically jumps.

I stop abruptly, gauging her expression. The last thing I want is for her to be in pain and not tell me. “Did I hurt you?”

I think she sees the fear on my face when she shakes her head, grinding down on my fingers, silently telling me to keep going. My lips quirk at her insistence, and I finally start moving again. Within seconds, her body starts flexing, and I can feel how swollen her clit is with my thumb. I gently rub her clit with my thumb and she rocks into me.

---