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Those thoughts have my mind wandering into places where we are both considerably less clothed, and I glance out of the window to see how imminent the threat of the snowstorm is. It still looks reasonably calm out there, and suddenly, all I can think about is Rage naked.
“If you carry on looking at me like that, Puddin’, I’m going to take you right here, fuck the snowstorm,” Rage practically growls, and the words hit my clit, turning me on more.
Instead of looking away, I allow my lips to tip up into a smirk and then shrug as I reply, “You just talking? Or are you going to prove it?”
Apparently, that’s all the encouragement he needs as he stalks toward me, and I start to back up, taking off my bulky jacket as I go. It’s still far too cold despite the heaters in here to be completely naked, but for what I have in mind, we don’t need to be. I want him now. I just manage to toe my boots off as he reaches me, watching me with heated eyes.
All of my movements stop as he presses his body against mine, forcing my back to hit the wall behind me and my head to crane back so I can see him properly. One of his arms goes above my head, leaning against the wall, and his other grips my neck, his thumb rubbing against my jaw. In my haste to take off as much of my own clothes as possible, I missed him taking off his, and my hands greedily search for the hem of his shirt so that I can run my hands over his toned abs and chest.
When I finally get my hands under his shirt, his muscles jump and tense under my touch, and his mouth slants against mine in a searing kiss that has my clit pulsing and my nails digging into his abs before I allow them to travel further down, and start to undo his belt, my fingers searching for his hard cock, just behind the layers of material.
I just manage to get his zipper down when he steps back, breaking our kiss and making me pout in frustration. I was so freaking close to what I wanted.
He chuckles at my obvious disapproval before he steps closer again and starts to work my extra thick thermal leggings down my legs; it’s not easy; they don’t want to go anywhere, which I’m always grateful for when I’m out in the snow but right now I’m just cursing them.
When he’s managed to peel them far enough down my legs that he gets to my feet, pausing halfway down to drive me mad and kiss up my thighs, he glances up at me and smirks as he asks, “Are these the ones that are bitch to get off your feet and we always have to help you?”
I pull a face as I smirk and then nod, “Yep, these are the ones.”
He rolls his eyes and chuckles before he says, “Lift a leg; you can’t sit down in here.”
“Yes sir,” I reply, and then add, “you only need to get them off one foot; we’ve got to be reasonably quick anyway.”
“Very true,” he replies, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Hey, isn’t this super sexy?” I add.
Rage doesn’t bother replying to me because he’s managed to get one of my feet out and is now kissing up the inside of my leg, thoroughly distracting me as my hands move to his hair and start running through his auburn curls. I love that he’s grown it out just a bit longer for me since he knows that I love the curls so much.
His fingers move my underwear out of the way as he lifts my leg and hooks it over his shoulder, the wall supporting me, as his tongue delves between my folds, circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure. My hands clench in his hair as he runs his other hand up the inside of my thigh before plunging his fingers into my slick heat and making me call out in ecstasy.
His fingers curl up as he sucks my clit, his tongue flicking at the same time and sending me hurtling over the edge and into a blackout orgasm. Once I’ve come back down to earth, Rage stands back up, a proud smile on his face before he kisses me, his tongue tangling with mine, my taste on his lips. Without breaking the kiss, he lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist and using the wall behind me to help support me as he lines himself up at my entrance and slowly lowers me, both of us letting out a harsh breath as the kiss intensifies.
As his speed increases, my walls clenching around him as another orgasm slowly starts to build. I tear my lips away from his, my neck tilting backward as I give myself over to the sensations. This angle means that his dick is hitting just the right spot, and he switches between fast and slow, taking me right to the edge before switching it up again and doing it all over.
My body is shaking with need, and my voice comes out hoarse with warning, “Rage.”
He immediately knows that I’ve had enough, and I want to fly over the edge; his hands grip my ass tighter as his lips once again meet mine. He moves faster, both of us moaning in pleasure before we both fall apart together. When we finally come back down to earth, Rage leans heavily on one of his arms against the wall, both of us breathing heavily before he smiles at me and kisses me.
“Love you,” I smile, chuckling when he steps back, and my legs shake slightly.
“I love you too, Puddin’,” he replies as he sorts himself out. “We’d better get back, it started snowing, it’s not too bad at the moment but we don’t want to get stuck up here.”
“Shit, I completely forgot about that. I was too busy thinking about you naked,” I reply and ignore his laughter as I quickly gather my clothes and head to the bathroom at the back of the barn to clean up and get dressed again quickly.
Once I come back out, all put together again, I say a quick goodbye to Tank, promising to come again and hopefully take him out when the weather allows it before I walk toward Rage, who is waiting by the door.
“All set?” he asks me, and I nod. He looks me over and adds, “I meant to talk to you about it at some point anyway; I know you’re feeling thrown about the whole Rylie thing that we will fix, but I want to know how you’re dealing with the kidnapping and the guys being hurt. It wasn’t that long ago that it happened, and they’re still very much dealing with the aftermath of it, and I just want to check that you’re okay?”
My heart clenches at his thoughtfulness as I take a moment to really think about my answer to make sure that I’m answering him as honestly as I can and also because I’m still not good at telling them, or anyone for that matter when I have big feelings which is most likely why he’s asking me.
“It still terrifies me, and I still get flashes every now and then of Jensen on the floor, his heart stopped. My dreams are cruel and show me situations where he doesn’t wake up, but they’re thankfully getting further apart, and with everything that’s going on at the moment, getting ready for Christmas and now the Rylie thing, I’m so exhausted when I do get to bed that I’m either sleeping too deeply to dream or just not remembering them, it’s also keeping me busy during the day.”
“I get the dreams too, and I know the others do; those of us who witnessed it do as well. I don’t think we’ll ever get over it entirely; we almost lost a member of our family, and he’s going to carry the scars from it for a long time,” Rage replies.
“Trick is checking in on him regularly to make sure he’s okay, and surprisingly enough, I think he’s doing far better than the rest of us,” I reply, honestly believing that I’m right.
“Yeah, he seems to be; he’s got all of us keeping an eye on him to make sure that he remains okay and isn’t masking anything. I think he may be struggling more with the fact that he can’t do everything that he wants to do than anything else,” Rage replies, thoughtfully having picked up on the same thing that I have.
