Page 10 of Can't Stop
When two o’clock rolls around and the bottle is well and truly empty, he finally stands and stretches. “Guess I’d best let you two get some sleep if we want to make up some miles tomorrow. I’m happy to take turns driving if you ever need a break.”
First he wants to steal my woman, and now he wants to drive my car? I don’t fucking think so.
“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” I hurry behind him to the door so that he can’t change his mind and make himself comfortable again. I close the door behind him as he turns to say goodnight. “Have a nice sleep. Or die. Either one.”
“Dalton,” Rayna whispers. “He might’ve heard you!”
I shrug. The fucks are buried in my black heart, and I can’t give them.
The poor girl pulls me into her and tries to soothe me by rubbing my dick outside my pants, but I’m too pissed off to get hard now. I can’t compete with him, and it’s only a matter of time before Rayna realizes he’s the better option for her. That realization is a bit of a buzzkill.
But then I remember that I can give her something he’ll never be able to. I can give her murder. I can assist her in exploring every fantasy she could possibly conjure.
With a drunken leer, I stalk toward my prey. She stumbles backward with a giggle, her delicate fingers held to her chest as she sits on the edge of the mattress. She falls in line without any effort, and we’re right back to the game we were playing before we were so rudely interrupted.
I lean over her on the bed and trail kisses from her neck to her navel. The memory of Samuel fades with every inch I draw closer to her warmth. By the time her soft thighs rub against my cheeks, I’m no longer frustrated. I’m focused solely on this woman and what she does to me.
And what I can do to her.
“Flip onto your stomach and lower your shorts,” I command.
Rayna nibbles her lip and does as she’s told. I love how flexible she is, able to slot into the role of master or dog at will. Right now, she’s beholden to my pleasure, ready to lap up whatever I spill at her feet.
She lowers her shorts, exposing her perfect ass to me. I stroke my cock through the deep seam, depositing some pre-cum at her back entrance to act as lube. After adding a little spit to the mixture, I rub my thumb through the slippery sensation and revel in the way her back arches.
Then I reach for Raul.
I’ve put things in Rayna’s butt before, so this is nothing new, but being forced to stare into the face of something’s death mask is uncharted territory. Aside from the dead people, of course. When put up against everything else we’ve done, it doesn’t seem that different, yet I’m struggling as I press the plug against her asshole. She doesn’t seem bothered, however. A moan rolls past her parted lips, followed by a satisfied sigh.
“Fuck, that is going to feel so good,” she breathes. “I’m ready.”
With a little pressure, the plug slides past the tight ring of muscles, and Raul is firmly seated in place. I give his head a slight twist to properly orient his face, and Rayna’s toes curl.
“Yeah, fuck with it when it’s inside me,” she says. “That feels so good.”
I line up behind her and press my cock against her entrance. She doesn’t give me time to ease into her. Instead, she rocks back and forces my dick fully inside her. My head tips back as I suck air through my teeth and grip her hips.
“Didn’t say I was ready, bones.”
She smirks at me over her shoulder. “You’ll never be fully ready for me.”
She’s not wrong about that. This little vixen is always full of surprises, which is what keeps me coming back for more. I’ll never be ready for her, but I’m always ready for the next shock she’ll drop on my dick.
As I push forward, Raul’s smile brushes against my pelvis, and I try to mentally distance myself from the animal. That isn’t hard to do when I raise my gaze just a bit and focus on the back of Rayna’s head. Her dark hair glistens in the low light, the strands falling haphazardly over her pale shoulder. I run my hand through the wild tresses and pull them tight against her scalp.
Something about gripping her hair this way sends her into a state of relaxation I could never hope to experience. Her muscles dissolve, and the dip in her back drives lower. Her eyes roll in her head as she looks at the ceiling and sees nothing.
“I can’t hold back anymore,” Rayna says, and with a stunning cry, she comes on my cock.
Rayna convulses beneath me, and I’m in heaven. This is why I need her. She can please me in ways no other woman can. As I clutch her against my body and fill her with all that I am, I can’t lose her.
“I love you, bones,” I whisper into the air.
She turns her head and smiles at me. “I love you too.”
That’s when I know that I have to make this official in the most final way. When we reach Oak Hollow, I’m going to propose to Rayna.
Chapter Six
