Threading my fingers through her hair, I pushed my nose against her temple, inhaled deep, and came hard.
Pleasure spread out from my lower belly, and my balls tightened up against my taint as my cock throbbed inside of her, reveling in the squeeze of her pussy.Her heat surrounded me, holding me captive.
It was Stockholm Syndrome.I sympathized with my captor.I never wanted to leave the tight, hot embrace of Raina’s body.Not for anything.
Her orgasm ended before mine, and she sighed as her body went lax, muscles melting into the mattress beneath me.Her fingers traced the length of my back from my shoulder blades to my ass cheeks as I basked in the aftershocks of my release.
I took a few breaths to gather my wits before lifting my head to check in on her.
“Don’t ask me if I’m okay,” she said, a twinkle of warning in her eyes.“I’m more than fine.I’m wonderful.I don’t regret anything.I’m glad it happened.I’m glad it was you.Okay?”
All I did was nod before rolling off her and removing the condom.I quickly tugged my pajama pants back on, then slipped out to the bathroom to go dispose of the condom and wash my face, dick, and hands.
Raina was already dressed again and waiting her turn when I came out.Neither of us said anything, but we exchanged smirks as she slipped past me into the bathroom.
I grabbed us both a glass of water, then returned to my bed.
What if she didn’t come back to the guest room?Was I assuming too much to think she’d return and not just go back to her own bed?
Stop overthinking it, McEvoy.
It was hard not to though.Our entire relationship, from the first message on the dating app to now, I caught myself overthinking and overanalyzing things with Raina.I never really knew where I stood with her.
Luckily, she saved me from my crippling self-doubt, and opened the door, closed it again, and locked it before sliding under the covers with me.She snuggled right in, her head on my shoulder, hand on my chest.She felt good in my arms.Really fucking good.
“That was everything I ever hoped it would be,” she said, her voice already sleepy.“Thank you.”
I kissed the top of her head.“Happy to help.”
Her snort eased the tension in my chest.“I’m sure you were.”
“Sleep, Raina,” I said, reaching over and shutting off the lamp, pitching us into darkness.“There are no monsters here.”
“Besides the one in your pants,” she said right before she yawned and snuggled into me deeper.
I chuckled.“I felt like a piece of meat, you know?You making me twirl for you like that.”
“You loved it.”
“That’s besides the point.”
She yawned again.“Keep telling yourself that, McEvoy.”I hadn’t even come up with a good comeback and she was already out.Her breathing deep and even, and the sweetest little snore rumbling through her nose.
And I didn’t even have to sing “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.”
As much as I would have loved to wake up next to Raina, with her in my arms, we weren’t the only people in this house to think about.Sure, Marco didn’tdislikeme anymore, but I doubt he’d be okay finding his mother in my bed in the morning.Or, god forbid, later tonight if he woke up needing her.
Once I knew Raina was in a deep enough sleep, I carefully scooped her up and carried her back to her own bed.It was tough to leave her though.It was tough not to slide under the covers and cradle her body against mine, falling asleep with my nose in her hair, her peach of an ass tucked up tight against my dick.
But I did.I pulled the covers up over her, kissed her forehead and left her there.I returned to my bed alone, but with very filthy thoughts, and wonderful recent memories crashing through my mind until I finally fell asleep, ready to face Soloman tomorrow and let him know just what kind of a fate he faced if he ever stepped foot on San Camanez Island again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Raina
“AuntGabrielleisgoingto take you to school this morning,” I said to Marco over breakfast.
“What?Why?”He glanced up at me, the spoon for his cereal paused midair and dripping milk.“Why can’t I take the bus with everyone else?”