“Like that?” I murmur.
Elia’s eyes flutter shut in pleasure. I watch as she raises a hand to one of her breasts and starts tugging on her own nipple. Her other hand rakes its nails into my thighs, egging me on.
“More,” she pants.
I start to move inside of her, working my way out and then thrusting back in, bottoming out. I continue with one hard thrust after another, the sounds of our flesh echoing through the barn.
“I’m almost there,” Elia mewls, digging both hands now into my thighs.
“That’s right, Siren, come for me baby.”
Elia’s core convulses, clenching my cock as she bursts into an orgasm.
“Yes, Callum!” She screams.
I’m close myself and I tilt my head back slightly, eyes lifting only barely to see –
Rafe.
He stands in a small patch of moonlight, far enough back from the loft edge that he would be able to see Elia and I.
He doesn’t realize that I’d caught him yet. I expect him to say something, to laugh in disdain or disgust. But instead, there’s a hunger in his eyes, in his tight jaw, and in his clenched fists that I knew very well. A lust that I was all too familiar with.
And that’s when I realized that Rafe must have been standing there for a while, watching me and Elia together in silence. I keep moving inside Elia, about to reach my pinnacle, when I can’t help myself and drop my gaze to Rafe’s leather pants that I decide right there and then that I love, right below the belt. To where I see a very noticeable erection straining his pants. From watching us.
Without any warning, our eyes connect across the barn, him realizing he’s been caught and me realizing he’s hard. The lust in his eyes flares as he continues to watch in silence.
And it’s in that connection, in the heat of Rafe’s gaze and in the heat of Elia’s body, that I explode, emptying myself into Elia.
I turn my gaze back to Elia, thrusting a few lazy times before pulling myself out of her.
I glance back to the spot where Rafe had stood, but it is now empty.
Elia is grinning at me like a mad man.
“What?” I ask, grabbing one of the rags I started carrying on my belt and helping her clean herself off.
“Out of all the times we’ve had sex, that one might have had the nicest view. Wouldn’t you agree?”
I arch my eyebrows at her, until I see her eyeing the spot Rafe had departed.
And that’s when I realize that Elia had seen Rafe downstairs. Had positioned herself so we would be easily seen. So that I could see him.
I pull Elia into my chest, trying to both understand and explain whathad happened. But, in the haze of the pleasure and warmth that blooms in my heart, I figure that could wait for another day, and fall into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 31
Callum
The next day we set off early, right after sun up. Elia and I had come back to the cabin to grab a quick breakfast since we’d skip dinner. She acted her normal bubbly self, flitting around the kitchen, helping Rafe and Ginna prepare the horses.
Rafe hadn’t looked my way at all. Not even a glance.
But, to be fair, I wasn’t too keen to look him in the eyes either, not after last night. The connection we shared last night was intimate, despite our distance across the barn, and neither of us are ready for that.
I could tell Ginna picked up on the weird tension between us. During breakfast, she tried to engage both of us in conversation, and it was only Elia who responded. Elia being so nonchalant about last night confused me. The more and more I thought about it, the more obvious it was that Elia had planned it out. Maybe not the sex part, but she definitely positioned us once she knew Rafe was watching, and she didn’t seem to care.
The whole situation was scrambling my brain, and I pulled Elia on my horse for the ride before anyone could argue. Rafe is probably thankful he isn’t riding so close with Elia today, anyways.
