Bracing my arms on either side of her face, I slowly thrust. What we did at the door was a frenzied mess, a breaking of my control. But now that I’ve satisfied her once with my cock, I’m able to shower her with my adoration.
Her hands trace the muscles on my arms, my hips undulating against her, sliding my cock in and out nice and smooth. I rest my forehead on hers, running my hand along her body until I’m gripping her by the knee, hitching her leg higher, letting me thrust deeper.
Her moans fill the room, her back arching as the pleasure mounts once again. Her body glistens with a light sheen of sweatjoining the cum, accentuating her every curve. Her eyes flutter open, and I know what she’s about to ask.
“Please,” her sweet voice begs, husky with need. “It’s our turn to come together.”
I growl in approval, unable to deny her, even though I’d love to fuck her until the sun rises. With a final thrust, my orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, and I slam into her, wanting to be as deep as possible while I paint her insides with my cum.
Mark her.
Claim her.
Love her.
Keep her forever.
She gasps and shudders as she feels the hot liquid fill her, her eyes never leaving mine. Emotion shines as she gives me unfettered access to her soul. This woman who’s been hurt so much trusts me with every fiber of her being, and she knows I won’t betray that gift. She’s mine to protect. A cherished connection bloomed between us from day one, and I’m so fucking thankful to have her.
As our breathing returns to normal, I gather her in my arms, pulling the covers over both of us. “You mean the world to me,” I rasp softly, kissing her forehead.
“Same,” she whispers, nuzzling into my chest. “I don’t know what I’d do without you guys.”
Outside the room, we can hear Blake and Nash cleaning up, hiding any hint of what happened tonight before Darius comes back. Raina and I will need to do the same, but we have some time to enjoy the moment before that happens.
My arms tighten around her, enjoying the way her curves form perfectly against me. Her soft sigh blows across my neck and my cock hardens once more.
I’m sure there’s time for another round…
Threading my fingers through her hair, I tilt her head back, claiming her lips in a soft kiss.
Living on The Storm is a completely different lifestyle than when I get to live in a house. Everything is cramped. I don’t have a king size bed. The band breathes down my neck. I can’t leave without a disguise and security.
It’s fucking suffocating.
At least that’s how I used to feel. Somehow, being around my men makes things not so cramped. I don’t mind them being around and sitting so close they’re basically on my lap. It’s now easier to give in to affectionate touches, which have grown quickly in the short time we’ve been living on the bus. It’s almost one long cuddle fest.
I can’t say I don’t like it. Such a difference from what I’ve experienced in the past.
One thing that doesn’t change is my need for coffee first thing. I quietly leave the bedroom at the back of the bus and tiptoe past the bunks where the guys sleep, not wanting to wake them. Nothing beats quiet coffee time.
Reaching the espresso machine, I set my notebook on the counter and go through the motions of preparing an overly large cup. Of course I make one for Keaton too. It shouldn’t be too long before he’s up and insisting on making us breakfast on the small stovetop.
Aromatic steam wafts in my face as I lift my mug, and with a deep sniff, happiness instantly makes its way through my body. A quiet rustling behind me brings a smile to my face as I anticipate Keaton’s comforting embrace.
His warmth meets my back, and I close my eyes, waiting to enjoy the moment. He presses against me and takes a sniff of my coffee. “Damn, that smells divine. Think I could get one?”
The voice is completely off from what I expected. It’s not the silky smooth tones of Keaton’s rarely used words. It’s gravely and deep. It runs through my body to tickle my clit. I shouldn’t enjoy it. To be honest, I forgot he was even staying with us. I shouldn’t have, though.
Bad kitty. You have enough dicks already. No being attracted to the dark British god.
“Raina?” he asks when I take too long to reply. Apparently, my pep talk does absolutely nothing against his damn accent. Even when he only says one word. It’s not fair.
I swallow, making sure my throat is clear and my inner thoughts don’t make their way into my voice. “Yeah, I can make you one.” He moves to my side and leans against the two feet of counter space allotted. I can’t help but glance at him, finding his gorgeous smile tilted in amusement. “Only if you behave.”Why the fuck did I say that?“What flavor would you like?”
My tactic at distracting him from my flirty statement doesn’t work. His smile turns to a full-on smug smirk. “Do you expect me to misbehave, Raina?”
It’s like being between a rock and a hard spot. Responding will show my flustered lack of words, and my silence tips off thesame thing. I hate it, and I’m only saved by the fact Keaton slides his body between the two of us, forcing Darius to move a few steps back.
