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Chapter Thirty-six
Rayne
Rayne could barely keep his eyes open from the explosive orgasm he’d just had after eleven months of abstinence. Damn, had it really been that long? He vaguely heard Mike moving around in the hall bathroom and the sound of water running, but his eyelids were too heavy to remain open.
“Hey. I’m gonna wipe you off.” Mike’s gruff voice penetrated his hazy mind before he felt a warm cloth swiping over his throat and chest.
“No, don’t,” Rayne whispered. He wanted to stay lathered in Mike’s essence all night.
Mike chuckled, and the rumbling sexiness of it made Rayne writhe against the sheets. They smelled of musk and something floral that made him want to nestle farther beneath them and never leave. He was hoping Mike didn’t want him to go back to his room, at least not yet anyway. He was relieved when Mike turned off the lamp on the nightstand and got in bed behind him. Rayne sighed as he was pulled against a solid chest, and thick arms closed around him. An unfamiliar tenderness swept through him when he felt Mike’s mouth against the base of his neck.
“You always smell so good,” Mike huffed into his hair.
Rayne’s grin was lazy and wistful. “You do too.”
Mike pfft’d lightly. “I smell like a man.”
“Mmm, my man.”
Rayne could feel the slight curve of Mike’s lips, and he squeezed tighter as if Mike liked the sound of that. Rayne pushed his ass against Mike’s pelvis, stretching his arms out in front of him. He jerked in surprise when his left knuckles brushed over cold, hard steel beneath his pillow.
“What is—?”
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Mike said in the darkness, then slid his hand under Rayne’s pillow and removed a frightening handgun that glistened in the faint light filtering in through the sheer curtains.
Mike took the gun and tucked it in the top drawer of his nightstand before he turned back toward Rayne with a somber expression. Rayne shifted until he and Mike were facing each other. They didn’t speak for a long moment while Rayne gazed into Mike’s dark eyes, trying to understand him, trying to see him.
“Look at me.” Rayne touched his hand to Mike’s cheek, ghosting his fingers over the rough stubble of his beard. “Do you always keep a gun in your bed?”
“Yes.” Mike’s answer was blunt and swift.
Rayne released a slow breath.
“I’m not trying to upset you.”
“I’m not upset.”
“Then why are you doing your careful breathing?”
“Because I’m concerned.”
“Concerned… or scared?” Mike turned his head and kissed the inside of Rayne’s palm, and the sentiment almost did him in. There were just too many layers to Mike, and Rayne had barely begun to peel away at the surface.
Rayne shook his head and canted his hips forward so Mike could feel just how not afraid he was. His dick was solid again and pressing into Mike’s pelvis. “I don’t know what it is about you that thrills me so much.”
Mike gripped Rayne by his hips, holding him close, pressing him in tighter.
“But I hate all the violence and turmoil in your life. I want you to have peace and contentment.” Rayne kissed Mike in the center of his chest. “Right here.”
“Guns don’t bring about violence and turmoil, gorgeous. Dumbass people do.” Mike’s breathing was getting harsher, either from the topic of conversation or the way Rayne was grinding on his thigh. “But I’m not a peaceful man—it’s best you know that now. I have quite a few guns around the house, but the weapons are only for protection… mine and now yours.”
“I have no doubt that you’ll keep me safe.” Rayne was so beyond turned on that he wasn’t sure how he got there. He’d found a gun under his head, and now his dick was trying to stab through Mike’s thigh. What the fuck was going on with him?
“You let me do my job and keep you protected, and you be my peace.” Mike rolled Rayne on his back and settled on top of him, letting all of that delicious weight push him farther into the mattress where nothing could reach him or hurt him.
