“No touching. That means you too.” An impish grin appeared on my face while I eased a finger inside myself, then two. I moved my hips to my own rhythm, pleasure mounting in me. My other hand tweaked my nipple, and Layne looked like he was about to explode. I moaned, throwing my head back as I pleasured myself, and he watched. This was sexy as hell, and I would happily watch him as well. But right then, I needed him to finish me off.
“I need you,” I said, removing my fingers from my sensitive flesh.
In two long steps, Layne was on his knees, greedily sucking and licking my pussy. His fingers clutched my ass cheeks, holding me in place while his tongue slid inside me.
“Oh yeah.” I grabbed his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his skin while I willed myself not to come. Not yet. I wasn’t ready for his hot, wet mouth to leave me. My hips wiggled beneath him, my orgasm seconds away. His hands wrapped around my waist, pinning me in place.
“Dammit, Layne.” The moment I spoke his name, he sucked my bud harder and pumped his fingers inside me.
Black dots floated behind my eyes as I exploded. I clutched at the cream comforter and clamped my mouth shut so I wouldn’t scream.
I whimpered as Layne stood and rummaged in his wallet for a condom. He expertly rolled it on while I waited impatiently. I needed to find out if and when he’d been tested so I could get on the pill and not deal with the condoms.
His blue eyes connected with mine, and he pulled my hips to the edge of the bed, then shoved deep inside me from a standing position. Thankfully, the bed was a perfect height for us.
Layne spread my legs wider, picking up the pace. He leaned over, pulling my nipple between his teeth. Although it hurt a little, it felt good at the same time. I liked it, at least from him. His mouth covered my breast while he thrust inside me. He slowed, then smiled at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Stand up.” He backed away so I could.
“Turn around.” His voice was gruff and demanding.
Chills shivered down my body. I had needed him to take control tonight.
“Bend over the bed and spread your legs.”
Jesus, this wasn’t his first rodeo for damned sure. I nearly orgasmed with his order alone.
His hand ran over my ass cheek and squeezed. He parted my soaked folds again, then ran the tip of his dick up and down my slit.
“Take me anywhere you want,” I whispered over my shoulder. “Just fuck me hard.”
Layne’s eyes widened, and he eased inside my pussy. He grabbed my hips and forcefully moved me back and forth over his cock.
“Harder,” I whimpered, pain and pleasure swirling in me.
“Ten,” he gasped, pounding me. One hand massaged my breast as we frantically fucked the awful night away. He tugged hard on my nipple, and I bit my cry back.
“That’s it, baby,” I said, encouraging him. In the back of my mind, I knew we were having sex in someone else’s house, which meant we had to be quiet. But I needed anything I could get to erase the earlier events, even if just for a few minutes.
Layne pulled out, then shoved inside me again. My body lurched forward from the impact, but he grabbed hold of my hips again, steadying me.
“I can’t last much longer.” His words came in quick, short bursts. His hand slipped between my legs and teased my sensitive bud between his fingers.
With a sharp pinch and pull on my clit, I couldn’t hold out anymore. My body went into a full-on frenzy of intense pleasure. I slammed back into him while my core tightened around his shaft, and I released. Bliss didn’t even come close to what he’d made me feel. His grunts and shudders followed mine, then I collapsed on the bed with him still inside me. Layne’s weight landed on me, crushing me momentarily before he pulled out and rolled over onto the mattress.
I turned my head, eyeing him wearily. We hadn’t really discussed what was and wasn’t off-limits in the bedroom, and I wondered if I’d pushed the boundary by telling him he could fuck me any way he wanted.
Layne removed the used condom and walked into the bathroom to discard it. I’d been so eager to have him all over me, I hadn’t paid that much attention to the room. The king-size bed held two small cream and three larger black throw pillows, and I realized the comforter was feather. I sank right into it.
I sat up, grabbed a pillow, and leaned against the oak headboard. My eyes took in the room. There was a six-drawer dresser with a mirror and two matching nightstands. A vase of fresh pink and red roses rested on the corner of the vanity, but what really added life to the room was the picture of oak and maple trees lining a dirt lane. The trees displayed the most magnificent red and golden autumn leaves. A fence ran along each side of the path as the fog settled in the edges of the land. It was stunning.
“Are you all right?” Layne asked, leaning against the door frame.
My eyes greedily raked over his nakedness and every muscle in his arms, chest, abs, and legs. I’d never seen anyone so edible in my life. My core throbbed with need again.
“Why?” I wondered if we needed to discuss the rules of our sex playground.
He strolled over to his clothes and picked them up off the floor. “Do you want yours?”
“Yeah. I guess I should in case someone knocks on the door or something. I mean, it’s highly unlikely at three forty in the morning, but still.” I’d opted to wear my yoga pants instead of the pajamas Marilyn had given me. I would save them for after my shower.
We dressed in silence, my anxiety toying with my emotions. Layne’s gaze fell on me, then he sat on the opposite side of the bed.
My breath hitched. “Did I do something wrong?”
“What? No. Not at all.” He shook his head. “I’m just tired.”
I rolled the blankets down and crawled beneath them. My head sank into the pillow, and a soft sigh escaped me.
Layne stood and faced me, rubbing his exhausted face with his hands. “I’m worried about you, Ten.”
I sat up and folded my hands over my chest, attempting to contain my emotions from erupting. So much had happened that night. My chin wobbled as the terrifying information Franklin had shared with us about Jack Flannery assaulted my already overloaded mind. “What if he’s my … You’re going to leave, and I can’t blame you.” My hands flew up to my mouth as a soft cry slipped from me. I’d just not had enough time to process all the shit that had gone down earlier that evening. Layne would leave just like everyone else in my life had.
“No, babe. No.” Layne hurried to my side of the bed, sat down, and scooped me into his lap. “Ten, I love you. Nothing will change that. I’ve loved you for a long time, and I’m not going anywhere. Listen to me for a minute. After I lost Nicole, I escaped in every way imaginable—drugs, booze, and a lot of women.” He paused, a fleeting look of guilt in his expression. He brushed a stray hair from my face then continued. “All I needed was to be told I was okay, forgiven, that I wasn’t a horrible human for not being strong enough to outlast the tornado. You know I still struggle with it today and most likely will for the rest of my life.” He visibly swallowed, dealing with his own darkness. “Babe, you’ve got a lot to deal with, and I’m all for a healthy distraction. Whatever sexual boundaries we decide are loving and acceptable for us in the bedroom, I’m fine talking about it. But not yet. You’re too vulnerable, and I can’t be the one that shatters the fragile exterior that’s barely holding you together. You’re strong, Ten. I’ve never met a stronger woman, but you can’t carry this on your own. You’re safe. We’re okay, so please stop worrying.” He placed a gentle kiss against my mouth. “We’re in this together no matter how shitty it looks. You’re. Not. Alone. Ever. Again.”