I still have more to go, but so far, no major smoking guns. Just a lot of bullets and loaded weapons. My gut tells me he’s guilty. That I’m missing something. That I just need to look closer.
Either that or he’s actively trying to set me up.
I’ve never felt like this. So out of control. So helpless and at the mercy of others. It’s beyond unsettling and it’s not how I operate. I’m smart. I’m strategic. I’m cunning. But I’m also honest. Now I feel like a lone fish in a pond full of piranhas when I’ve always been the shark.
But today is not a day I have to think about any of that.
I’m in a warm bed, spooning a gloriously naked Rina under a pile of blankets as icy sleet continues to fall from the heavens, thrashing violently against the window, aided by the strong winds.
It’s supposed to stop later today, but who knows how long the power will be out for. Something like this happened a few years ago in the burbs and power was out for ten freaking days for some. I can’t imagine that being the case here, but I guess it’s good to be prepared.
It’s early still and we went to bed late. The storm woke me and since then I haven’t been able to stop staring at her. She’s peaceful in sleep, but yet, she’s not. There is a tightness to her eyes causing tiny creases along the sides. Her full lips are soft and parted with her gentle breathing. Her body is slack, folded perfectly against mine.
Rina entered my life like a torrent of chaos hell-bent on ultimate destruction. She poses so many complications. So many challenges. But that hasn’t stopped me from pursuing her destructive wrath.
My finger glides a trail along the tense creases by her eyes, flattening them out before swooping along the crest of her cheek, over her pillowy lips, down the length of her neck to the top of her breasts where I draw lazy circles. She stirs and my cock hardens.
Her ass presses back into it and I grin. “I could get used to that.”
“My ass on your cock or waking up like this?”
Fuck.
“Both? Can I suggest both?”
She smiles, her eyes still closed. “A little eager there, aren’t you?”
“You just mentioned your ass and my cock in the same sentence. Have you ever done it?”
“Yes,” she says, her smile growing along with my cock that is now harder than a diamond. “But that doesn’t mean you’re getting it so soon. I think you’ll have to be patient.”
“All I heard is that anal is a possibility and you’re agreeing to keeping this going with me. So I don’t even care how long it takes. I’m a very happy man right now.”
“You’re a dork.”
I chuckle, my face dropping into her neck where I bite on her tender flesh, pinching her nipple hard. She squeals, trying to reach behind so she can return the favor with my nipple, but I’m one step ahead of her and I twist, snaking under her body and grabbing her other hand, rolling us until she’s on top of me, her back to my chest and her arms pinned to her stomach.
“Now, what were you saying? I’m a sexy motherfucker you can’t get enough of?”
“That’s definitely not—”
I thrust up against her, sliding from between her ass cheeks to her pussy until I hit her clit with the head of my cock. Her words cut off abruptly as she moans before quickly trying to stifle it. My lips meld to the back of her neck, right behind her ear where I kiss and suck and lick until she’s a panting mess. Looping my feet around her calves, I spread her legs open wide, locking them in place.
“You want that, Angel? You want my cock? Tell me.” I thrust up again. “You want my fingers?” I transfer her wrists to one hand, my other sliding between her legs, gliding over her clit without applying any pressure. She whimpers, shifting, grinding, seeking. “Both?”
I push up, my cock hitting the edge of her entrance just as my fingers press in on her clit. “Oh god,” she hisses between her teeth, arching into me and twisting her head to give me better access to her neck that I take full advantage of.
Especially this spot. The one right where the sharp edge of her jaw meets her neck. It drives her wild.
“Put me in you,” I command right in her ear, releasing her wrists. Her small hand grasps me hard, stroking me up and down between her legs. I’m already slippery from her and with just the smallest adjustment of both our hips, I slide in, my fingers continuing to thrum her clit.
My other hand comes up across her chest, pinning her to me as I toy with her nipple. My hips do all the work for both of us as I piston into her over and over again. I increase speed, flicking her clit harder. Her pussy is so wet, the sound of her slurping up my cock makes me move faster.
She sucks in air, one breath quickly followed by the next as she gets closer and closer.
“Brecken. Flip me over. Take me from behind.”
“Your ass?”
She hisses and then whimpers, but I do what she says, flipping us over and hoisting her hips up. I smack her ass just as I reenter her. Her hands meet the headboard, her head bowed between her arms. Then I really move. Diving into her pussy over and over and over, her body tacky with sweat, her skin flushed and warm.
“Brecken,” she cries and my chest swells with the desire to be something to her. Something I’ve never been with any woman. Something more and real and… permanent.
What the hell am I doing?
Why is she so perfectly addictive?
“What is it about you?” I growl, my teeth clenching as I fight the build of my orgasm. She needs to come first and she’s close. So close. But I don’t just want her to come. I want her to fly. Her moans carry across the room, bouncing off the soft surfaces, vibrating into the very core of me.
Reaching around, I thrum her clit and seconds later, she detonates. My own orgasm doesn’t last another second as she begins to clench around me, my mind and body spiraling out of control along with my breathing.
We collapse to the bed in a messy heap of sweaty limbs, but my arms instantly seek her, dragging her into me. Breathing her in after sex has become yet another addiction. Along with her sass and smarts and job and hair and smile and eyes and taste.
Rolling in my arms, she blinks up at me and for the first time ever she’s stripped down bare. Her eyes are so clear and so open. Gorgeous as she takes my breath away.
A soft hand meets my cheek and forever we just lay like this, sweaty and sated, staring deeply into one another’s eyes.
Both feeling this.
But the truth is, a very real part of me knows that for once I won’t be the one to walk away. That she might do that to us and all the fighting in the world won’t change her mind. She has walls. Barriers. Fortresses constructed around her that I know she doesn’t want me to tear down. I think she likes them right where they are.
Still, that won’t stop me from trying.
The fact remains, I’m already starting to fall for her. Even knowing she’ll wreck me in the end.
22
rina
The worst part about not having power is that nothing works. I realize that might sound stupid and juvenile, but it’s true. No heat, no hot water—and after you’ve had a lot of sex, you need a hot shower—no lights, no internet, no television. I wouldn’t let Brecken leave in this weather and he didn’t object. He grinned and shrugged, but I saw that grin morph into a smile the moment he thought I couldn’t see.