Page 17 of Rain Delay

“Get some rest. We’ll have plenty of time to talk about everything that’s running through your beautiful head tomorrow.”

I rested my cheek against his chest, closed my eyes, and immediately fell into a contented sleep.

I’m not sure what woke me, the sounds of the storm outside or the man who was now spooning me from behind. It wasn’t so much the fact that we had changed positions as what his roaming hand was doing to me.

He kneaded and squeezed one breast, twisting the nipple between his thumb and forefinger before moving on and offering the other breast the same treatment.

Rusty kissed his way across my shoulder and licked his way up my neck, before nibbling at a spot behind my ear. How does he know that drives me wild?

Groaning, I squeezed my thighs together and rubbed my ass back against his erection.

“Shhh, you’ll wake Finn.”

Warm breath tickled my ear a second before he pulled my lobe with his teeth.

His hand slid down my body and between my thighs. I shifted my legs apart to give him better access and was rewarded when he slid his long middle finger through my wet folds and slipped it inside.

“Mmmm, you’re so wet.”

He pumped his finger in and out, his palm pushing against my clit. I wanted to move, to touch him, but his forearm against my hip held me in place.

“Just relax and enjoy.”

My heart threatened to pound out of my chest and my breath came out in shallow pants as I fought the urge to alternately groan and scream his name.

His arm barely moved as he pumped his finger in and out of me, pushing me toward my fourth—FOURTH!!!—orgasm of the night.

It didn’t take long before my inner walls fluttered then clenched down on his finger. He stayed in place through the aftershocks, then slowly pulled out.

“Don’t move.”

He shifted away and then I felt him at my back again, his condom-clad penis resting against my ass. His fingers wrapped around my knee and he pulled my leg back over his hip and shifted me up enough so he could slip inside.

This time was unhurried and more deliberate. Each measured thrust dragged his dick against my swollen walls, building me up again slowly. His hand roamed up and down my body, his thumb alternately grazing my nipples and circling my clit.

When my orgasm came, it washed over my entire body like a wave, leaving me shaking. Rusty groaned into the back of my neck as he reached his own release.

Chapter Seven

Rusty

I feltsomeone watching me and opened my eyes. Finn stood on the other side of the bed, dancing in place. Ivy rested against my chest, her breathing deep and even. I shimmied out from under her and shoved a pillow in my place.

Slipping into my shorts, I gestured for Finn to follow me out of the room. He ran into the hallway and I slowly closed the door behind me. Already knowing the routine, Finn ran downstairs and to the stairs that led to the garage. I followed, pressing the garage door opener as I walked through.

He looked back at me as the door opened, revealing the storm to us. With the shutters down, we’ve been pretty isolated from it beyond some howling wind and the sounds of the rain against the house. And the thunder. I smiled at that last thought, remembering my first feel of Ivy’s warm curves resting against me.

“It’s gonna get worse before it gets better buddy, so you might as well go now.”

He slowly stepped outside, looking around for shelter. He’d stayed under the slight overhang above the garage doors last night, but the rain is blowing too hard for that to be effective now. We’ll have to figure out somewhere else for him to go after he eats, when he’ll inevitably have to poop.

Finn did his business with the least amount of exposure to the elements possible and stepped back into the garage. I closed the door then looked around, checking out the shelves lining the walls and finally spotted something we could use. On the bottom shelf, there was a low, long plastic container we could line with something to turn it into a Finn-sized litter box.

I pulled it off the shelf and Finn looked over my shoulder as I removed its contents and set them on the shelf.

“Hopefully your mom can talk you into using this.”

“Using what?” Ivy’s voice sounded behind me.

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