Chapter Twenty-Four
Rachel
As Stoney lays me across the bed, I become nervous. I don’t know what to expect and with the way Stoney stands in front of me and removes his shirt I don’t know what to think.
With only his jeans on, Stoney climbs up next to me. The entire time he comes closer, his gaze stays locked with mine.
Settling next to me, he braces himself up on one hand as he uses his other to trail his fingers along my stomach. “Do you know what you do to me every time I see you?”
I shake my head to tell him no.
“I’ll tell you. My hands can’t stop from wanting to touch you. My cock stiffens at the mere sight of you. Rachel, you’re all I notice. You say we barely know each other, but that’s okay because I intend to spend the rest of my life getting to know you. Our bodies, however, know each other quite well,” he murmurs as his fingers trail even higher up under my shirt.
I want to tell him how he’s the only one my body has ever reacted to in such a way. With Lucien, I never felt anything close to what I feel in Stoney’s arms.
Stoney grips the bottom of my shirt and draws it up over my head, baring my upper body. Conveniently, I was still in his shirt and shorts without anything underneath. Leaning forward, he presses his lips against mine, using his tongue to encourage me to open my mouth and grant him access. His hands continue their feather-light touch along my chest, never once coming close to my nipples.
Stoney’s kisses seem to match the slow and sensual way his hand roams my body. If he doesn’t do anything soon, I think I might combust from my heated need for more.
I moan into his mouth as his fingers grow closer to my nipples. Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I roll us until I’m laying across his chest and, leaving his mouth, I trail kisses down his chest. His groans encourage me as I lick each one of his nipples. Sliding further down his body, I stop when my feet get to the edge of the bed.
Using both hands, I unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. He lifts up off the bed as I remove his jeans from his hips altogether.
“I think you should lose the shorts, Doll,” Stoney says. Glancing up at him, I find him staring at me with longing.
Nodding, I quickly remove my shorts as I hold his stare.
Leaning over his thighs, I grab hold of his dick and stroke him with one hand while I lower my mouth to take him in. With him being so big, I can’t take him all the way, but I suck as much of him into my mouth as I can.
“Fuck, baby, your mouth on my cock feels damn good,” Stoney groans.
Pulling back, I play with the tip as I use one hand to slowly stroke him and the other to massage his balls.
“Don’t play, Doll, suck my cock,” he says firmly as he leans up and grabs a handful of hair. Moaning around his dick, I do as he says.
After a while, Stoney pulls my mouth off his dick and lifts me up so that I’m straddling him. His dick presses against my core. Slowly, I sink all the way down his length.
“Ride me,” Stoney commands when I don’t move right away.
“What if I just wanted to sit here and feel you seated inside me?” I ask jokingly.
“Then I’d tell you to go for it any other time. In fact, when we’re done, I’ll gladly stay inside you while we sleep,” he says, flexing his hands on my hips.
“Hmm, I like that idea,” I moan, rotating my hips.
“So do I, Doll. Now, fuckin’ ride me or I’m gonna flip you and take over. I only have so much restraint,” he growls.
His words send a shiver down my spine and I know he feels it as my pussy clenches his dick.
“Fuckin’ hell, Rachel,” he groans before flipping us and starting a slow pace as he thrusts inside me. “You are so damn beautiful.”
Leaning forward, Stoney captures my mouth in a sensual kiss before peppering my skin with lavishing touches of his lips. The orgasm building inside me grows closer with each touch and stroke.
“I want you to come all over my dick with my name on your lips,” Stoney groans as he quickens his pace and thrusts inside me harder.
“Scott,” I moan as I feel my orgasm.
Moving a hand between the two of us, Stoney massages my clit and that’s my undoing. I bite my lip to keep from screaming too loud.
Stoney continues to thrust into me several more times before he stills, groaning my own name. After a moment or two, maybe longer, I’m not sure, Stoney rolls us so that I’m back on top of him. I collapse onto his chest, feeling boneless.
“That was fuckin’ amazing,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“You got that right,” I say, turning to place a kiss to his chest.
We lay with each other for long moments without speaking another word. Lifting my head from his chest, I glance down at him. His eyes are such a beautiful color when he’s relaxed and smiling.
“Doll, I don’t want you to ever worry about not being good enough for me. Because, Rachel, I don’t think I could ever get enough of you,” he says as he slowly begins to thrust inside me again.
“How do you know?” I murmur.
“When I see something I want, I go for it. I don’t hold back. I knew you were mine from the moment I opened the door to that truck and found you unconscious. It just took my head a little bit to catch up with what I knew in my gut and heart,” Stoney declares as he sits up with me in his arms. Maneuvering my legs, I wrap them around his waist and I kiss him as I grind down on him.
I don’t think anything could feel as good as this right here.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Stoney
After spending a few days at home helping Rachel get the twins sorted, only answering my phone if I had to, I’d sent a mass text to all my brothers informing them we’d have church first thing this morning.
My mind still replays not just what Raynor said but what Rachel told me as well. Each time, I want to throw my fist into a wall. I’m sure Tracker’s dad, Hogg, hadn’t known any of this. Then again, the more I think about the timeline of when everything happened, something doesn’t add up. Not in the least.
I know without a doubt Rachel would want to know what I’d found out from Raynor. She has a right to know what that cunt of a mother did to her. Except I don’t intend to tell her a thing about what happened. It would just cause her to shut down and that’s not fuckin’ happening. Not when she started coming out of her shell some during our time alone.
As I get ready to head to the clubhouse, I help Rachel load Luca and Corinne into my truck. If I didn’t need my bike for later this afternoon, I’d drive them there myself. I’ve got nothing to worry about though since she’ll be in front of me.
“Park in front of the clubhouse. On the opposite side as the bikes,” I order as I pull her into my arms.
“Okay,” she murmurs and wraps her arms around my neck.
Leaning down, I press my lips against hers and gain immediate entrance as I swipe my tongue along the crevice of her lips. Damnit, my dick is hard just thinking about all the things I’ve done with her and all the surfaces we’ve done them on, my favorite being having her for breakfast then sinking into her on the kitchen table.