He’s just too fucking stubborn and too angry to admit it.
“Give in to it with me.” I shove my yoga pants down my legs, bracing one hand against the tree as I yank them off my feet. Straightening up, I push my chest out and bare my soul, standing before him completely naked with rain bouncing off my pale, scarred skin, begging him to let go and give in to his instincts. “Lean on me and know that you never have to face anything alone again.”
“Lo,” he croaks, his voice cracking along with his resolve.
“I’m right here,” I whisper, placing my hand on his heart. “I’m here for you. Always,” I add on a whisper, feeling that truth sink beneath my flesh, lodging bone-deep.
Any lingering concern evaporates as Saint lunges at me like a wild beast set free from captivity. His arms band around me as he hauls me against his body, and his lips descend like the thunderous crash of a stormy wave. Our mouths collide in a frenzied kiss, and our tongues battle for control as we ravish one another while the storm outside continues to swirl around us.
One hand trails up my spine, tugging on my ponytail, arching my neck. Biting down on my lower lip, Saint rocks his hips against mine, and I claw at his shirt, ripping it apart with my hands, buttons flying everywhere. His lips graze my jawline, nipping, sucking, and biting, while I shove the wet material off his chest and move my attention to his jeans. A primitive moan escapes my throat as his teeth break the skin along the column of my neck. He bites and sucks, leaving a trail of pleasure-pain in his wake, and I arch my neck farther, granting him greater access, forgetting about his jeans, as I lose myself to his punishing touches.
His hand is still wrapped firmly around my waist, but as he dips me back, he loses his footing and we fall. Twisting around, he bears the brunt of the impact while I land unceremoniously on top of him. “Are you—”
His mouth suctions on mine, trapping my words inside. Three fingers spear inside my pussy, and I scream into his mouth at the sudden intrusion. I attempt to sit up, to pull his jeans down so I can free his dick, but my foot sinks into the soft mud, and I lose my balance, toppling off him, landing sideways in the muddy sludge. His fingers slide out of me, and I mourn their loss. Using my elbows, I push up on my knees, helping him to pull the sopping-wet denim down to his knees.
“Climb on my cock,” he demands, gripping my arms and helping me to get resituated.
Rain cascades down my spine as I lower myself over his cock, and I tilt my head back, closing my eyes, welcoming the droplets of water as they fall onto my face, washing some of the mud away.
Saint thrusts up inside me, and I groan, moving my hips as I start bouncing on him. Nimble hands roam my body, painting streaks of mud along my stomach and over my breasts, and his skillful fingers tweak and pull at my nipples, sending a flurry of pleasure to my core. Liquid warmth floods my cunt, and I whimper as every nerve ending on my body electrifies.
He curses as I clench around his cock, picking up my pace and riding him harder and faster. Outside the forest, rain crashes in voluminous sheets to the ground, and thunder rumbles angrily across the sky. A flash of lightning streaks across the sky, illuminating the Lexus in the distance. I knew the guys wouldn’t leave or intrude, because they understand how much Saint needs this. How much I need this.
Saint sits up abruptly, pulling my legs around his waist, while his arms secure around my back. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I lean in and kiss him, adoring this position because I can hold him close as he ruts inside me. “I love the way you fuck me.” I cry out as he slams into me, drilling his point home, plunging his cock in deep, hitting the perfect spot from this angle.
“I will never get enough of this, of you.” He moves his hands to my hips and controls our thrusts. We rock against one another in perfect sync, and the crescendo is building in intensity inside me. He bites at my neck and my collarbone, leaving teeth marks all over my breasts. I welcome the sting, followed by the soothing brush of his tongue as he laves at the bruised, broken skin, and I dig my nails into his back, clawing a path up and down his muscled torso.
His lips return to my mouth, and the sound of skin slapping against skin and the feel of his hard cock claiming me over and over, sends me over the edge, and I come gloriously, squeezing his dick as he roars, spilling his hot cum deep inside me.
We cling to one another as we come down from our high. His dick softens inside me, but he doesn’t pull out, and I don’t want him to. Cradling his head against my chest, I run my hands all over him, needing him to feel my love soul deep. He hugs me tight, nestling his head against my boobs and closing his eyes, letting me touch him and love him and soothe away his pain.
I don’t know how long we stay there, with our arms wrapped around one another, still joined, in our own little world, while the storm rages outside.
But inside, the storm is fading. Glimmers of sunshine burst through the dark clouds and the rain dries up, leaving a serene sense of calmness in its place.
CHAPTER 37
STRONG ARMS ENCASE me from behind and Saint’s large palm rests on my belly when I eventually stir from sleep. We fell into bed together last night, exhausted, not bothering to dress or dry our hair after a quick shower. I can already tell I have a bird’s nest on my head and that I’ll need another shower. Warm breath tickles my eardrum, and a shiver works its way through me as I nestle against him, and his tempting morning wood presses against my ass. “Keep doing that and I’ll shove my dick inside,” he murmurs in a sleep-drenched tone.
Reaching around, I grab his erection and pull it to my pussy, easing the tip inside. “Fuck me like this. I need you,” I rasp, my throat dry from the effects of last night.
Saint slides inside me in one slick move, and I push my ass back into him, holding his palm on my stomach, as his shaft glides in and out of my cunt. Arching my head to one side, I offer up my neck so he can kiss it. We fuck slowly, never changing position, and he drives into me from behind in measured strokes while lavishing kisses along my neck.
After we come, I turn around in his arms, pressing my face to his chest, while his arms pull me close. The barn is quiet, and although I don’t know the time—because I haven’t looked at my cell yet—I know it’s way past time to get up. I’m guessing the others went to school, deciding to let us sleep in.
“Thank you for last night.” His gruff tone sends a rake of fiery shivers cascading over my heated skin.
Lifting my head, I look at him through hooded eyes, tracing swirling patterns on his chest with my finger. “We’re a team. All of us. And you and I.” I press a kiss to his skin, and his chest rumbles with pleasure. “I’m not saying you can’t take time for yourself when you need it, but please don’t push me away. I love you, and I want to be there for you.”
“I know that, and it wasn’t about you.” He cups my face, smiling at the knotted mess that is my hair. “I don’t want my darkness to infect you.”
“Darkness is a part of who you are. And it’s a part of me too. Your darkness sings to my darkness,” I tease, wanting to lighten the mood. “Your darkness doesn’t scare me,” I add, feeling instinctually this is what he thinks. “If anything, it turns me on.” I run my fingers along the stubble on his chin and cheeks. “I love every part of you, and you never have to hide anything from me.”