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Renegade is patient and gentle as he puts the bandanna over my eyes, and reaches around my head to tie it. The moment I’m plunged into complete darkness, my legs tremble. I can’t see shit, but I can hear everything— that skill hasn’t gone away. Renegade’s hands take mine, and he brings my palms flat against his chest. His heart beats so hard, I can literally count each beat against my hand. “Use your hands to see me, little love. The last time you were blindfolded it was so you couldn’t see who was around you. I want you to know it’s me, that with or without that blindfold, I’m the only man that’s ever gonna touch you like this again. Even in complete darkness, I want you to be able to know me just by the feel of my skin under your hands.”

Taking another deep breath, I lightly run my hands down Renegade’s chest, letting them follow the dip and curve of every muscle he has, before bringing them back up and across his shoulders. The satisfied hum that leaves him, vibrating his skin under my hands brings a smile to my lips. As I bring my hands to either side of his neck, he rests his hands on my hips. I gasp a little when his lips press against the center of my chest, my head falling back a little as my hands gently grip the sides of his neck. Slowly, featherlight, he skims his hands up my sides and around my back as he kisses across my collarbone, his fingers gently unhooking the clasps of my bra.

When it snaps open, Renegade leans back and slides the material down my arms, and then takes my wrists and guides my hands behind me. “Proper yourself up on your hands, and keep your back arched to me, little love.”

My arms shake a little as I follow his directions, and they almost give as he circles his tongue around one of my nipples, forcing a moan from my lips. My breath hitches as he sucks the nub into his mouth, flicking his tongue quickly across it. He grazes it with his teeth as he lets go and kisses across my chest again to the other nipple and repeats the same movements. My hips rock forward, and I realize at that moment there isn’t an ounce of fear in me with him. I want more, my body craves more. I’m not afraid that I can’t see him because I absolutely know it’s him, no one else, and no matter what, I know in this situation, Renegade wouldn’t ever hurt me. Anything he does, now or in the future, to push me is for pleasure, and there’s something extremely freeing in that.

“Makoa,” I gasp as he flexes his hips, pressing his hard-on against my aching core.

“What do you need, little love?” he whispers against my skin before running his tongue around my nipple again.

“I don’t know,” I breathe, flexing my hips against him again, “just more. Please?”

The low rumble that comes from him a second before my body is rolled to the side and I end up on my back is captivating. Renegade’s hands encircle my wrists, and he pulls them above my head, guiding them to the bar at the bottom on his headboard. His fingers curl around mine as I grip the bar. “Keep your fingers around that bar, little love.”

The cool air of the room washes over me, my nipples pebbling further, as his body heat disappears. My breathing shallow, there’s both excitement and nervousness that runs through me a second before his fingers slide into the side of my panties, pulling them downward until they’re off completely. Renegade’s hands come back and run up the back of my thighs to my knees, and he pushes my legs open. My hips buck off the bed at the first swipe of his tongue on my throbbing clit, and I gasp and moan almost at the same time. Renegade teases me, licking and sucking for only brief seconds until I’m whimpering, lifting my hips and trying to find any friction to satisfy the want in my core for him.

His tongue flicks across my clit again, but this time, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he pushes me legs further apart, eventually, letting one of them go a moment before two fingers tease my opening. The plea for more leaves my lips without me really controlling it, and he slips his fingers inside me, moving them in and out in time with his tongue lapping at the oversensitive bud. The muscles in my stomach tighten, sending a domino effect through my legs as I pant. Renegade’s tongue moves like a hummingbird’s wings, his fingers curling inside of me just a few times before I shatter, my muscles twitching as I cry out his name.

The moment he stops, I try to take a full breath only to have it stolen as he sinks his cock into me, the fullness stealing what air was in my lungs. At first, he moves in and out of me slowly, his groans matching the gasps each time he fills me to his base. But before I know it, the ache and need build again, and I lift my hips to meet him.

“Makoa,” I gasp again, “harder, please, harder.”

This time he lets out a full growl. “Do you trust me, little love?”

“Yes,” I pant as he pulls almost completely out of me.

One of his hands splays across my stomach, and painfully slowly, he slides it up between my breasts only to grip the front of my throat a second before he slams into me hard enough to jolt my entire body. Moaning loudly, I squeeze the bar on the headboard as Renegade picks up his pace, one hand firmly around my throat, the other arm around my thigh, pulling me toward him each time he thrusts into me.

It’s impossible to tell how much time he spends loving me like this, his pace never slowing, but his hands roaming all over my body— moving between holding my hips, pinching my nipples, rubbing my clit— it’s so much stimulation at what feels like the same time everywhere.

“I’m gonna come,” I moan a moment before he slams into me, his pace picking up a little more and shoving me over the edge. “Makoa, god, fuck.”

“I’m comin’ inside you, little love,” Renegade grits through his teeth, as he thrusts into me a few more time before groaning my name.

Gently, he pulls back and slides into me a few more time, a shiver rolling through his body between my legs as they shake with the aftershocks of that orgasm. The bandanna is pulled from my eyes and I let go of the headboard with a grown, the light from the bedroom stinging after being in total darkness. The moment I open them, Renegade leans down and kisses me so sweetly, I’m taken aback.

“That was, holy shit, Raylynn,” he says, the awe and love in every feature on his face. “I’m gonna run us a bath, and when we’re done, if you’re okay with it, I want your skin on mine for the rest of the night while we sleep.”

Smiling, I nod. “I’m okay with that.”

Renegade leans down and kisses me again as he pulls out of me, and as he climbs out of bed and walks completely naked to the bathroom, I’m sure about several things without even the hint of doubt— I’m completely in love with him, he is the best thing aside from my daughter to ever happen to me . . . and the biggest mistake of my life was the day I ran from him, and that isn’t a mistake I’ll ever make again.

Chapter 19

Renegade

“Ray,” I yell from the kitchen, hopin’ she’s not still in our bathroom doin’ her hair, “we need to leave now, woman!”

Savior giggles from her seat at the kitchen island. “Ren-Ren looks mad.”

Before I can answer, Reaper taps her nose playfully. “Not mad,makamae, frustrated. Renegade isn’t used to waitin’ on a woman.” Reaper chuckles, and Savior joins him like two little kids instead of one.

As I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, Raylynn comes hurryin’ into the kitchen and my eyes widen. Starin’ at her, I lose my train of thought. She’s wearin’ black pants that hug her ass and hips just right, and the diner shirt is skin tight with a V-neck front that shows off just enough of the swell of her breasts. She’s got makeup on tonight but not a lot. The most noticeable to me is the mascara. Eyelashes that long and dark make her blue irises standout like stars. Her red hair is in an elaborate bun with wisps purposefully hangin’ to frame her face.

“Earth to Renegade,” she says, snappin’ her finger in my face. “You okay?”

“And that is what happens when a man goes from frustrated to love struck, Savior. All intelligence goes poof.”

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