“That brings me to my second worry. That you might be on the rebound. It’s fine if you are. Maybe we should wait. I’ll wait. You can take your time…as much as you need.”
She smiles at me. “You are so sweet. I’m not on the rebound. I told you that our relationship was pretty much over when we left the weyr. I meant that. When West’s brother died, he…he lost it. I couldn’t break up with him after that. I stood by him as a friend. He ended up in bed with another woman. I was angry, and I broke up with him. I felt disrespected more than hurt. He somehow fixated on me. He decided that us being together would somehow fix how he felt inside…namely, devastated. He and Raider were close.” She rubs her lips together. “West and Raider had a shitty upbringing. Their mother was…” Raven looks upset. “She died when they were teenagers. It left a big hole in West. He somehow thought he could save her. Get her straight. He was the one who found her.”
“That’s terrible.” I mean it. I can’t imagine.
“Then Raider…” She shudders. “West is all kinds of messed up.”
“What happened when you confronted him?” I ask.
She sighs. “It wasn’t fun. He tried to defend himself. He still maintains his love for me. Says you’re trying to paint him with an evil brush.”
“Me?” I raise my brows.
She nods. “We told him we all need our space. I think he might leave town. He said something along those lines to Maddox. I hope he stays. He just met Trident. He still has family. It could be great for him if he stayed.”
“You want West to stay?” I feel something clench inside me. I hear that voice of doubt. It’s the one I hate.
She gives me this look. “Are you jealous?”
I swallow hard. “Yes, big fucking time. If you keep talking, I might need to find West and beat his ass again. If he even thinks about starting his shit, I’ll—” Raven reaches up and closes her lips over mine.
I put my arms around her and deepen the kiss. It feels like forever since I touched her. This feels so right. So real.
She moans against my mouth, like maybe, just maybe she feels the same. Raven pulls back. Her gorgeous green eyes are locked with mine.
“What?” I say.
“I’m falling for you too, Stephan.”
I lean in to kiss her again, but she turns away, keeping her arms around me. “There’s one other thing I need to tell you.”
“You’re pregnant?” I half-yell.
She laughs. “No, silly, what gave you that impression?”
I laugh as well. “It happened to two of our guys. I wouldn’t have minded. I mean, only if…”
She giggles. “You’re so darn cute. You need to know that.”
“Cute!” I make a face. “Ugly, but fuckable.”
“What?” She looks confused.
“That’s what cute means. Ugly but fuckable.”
“You’re not ugly. You know you’re not ugly,” she says.
“What about fuckable?”
She puts her hand on my cock through my shorts and gives my member a firm stroke. I’m hard before her fingers reach my tip.
I groan.
“Oh, you’re plenty fuckable. This cabin didn’t look like it was close to any other dwellings.” She pulls away from me, looking up toward the ceiling. “I don’t hear any patrols. Do you?”
“I can’t hear anything but your yellow bikini.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “My bikini? Are you serious?”
“Very serious.” I kiss her mouth. I suck on her tongue. I nip at her lips. Then I pull back. “It wants me to peel it from your body. Really slowly. It wants me to put my tongue on all the places it touched.”
“All the places?” I can scent her arousal.
“Every fucking one.”
She steps back and lifts her arms.
I pull her dress over her head. Jesus! “I’ll lick you in all those places soon. Very soon. I want to fuck you first.”
“Yes…I’ve been going mad,” she says.
“Me too.” I kiss her neck. I squeeze her tits, rubbing my thumbs over her hard nipples. There is a thin layer of fabric between her and me. I shove those triangles to the outside. The yellow tie is still around her body...under her breasts. She looks amazing. I suck on a nipple.
I yank the fabric of her bottoms to the side and rub on her clit. She groans. My fingers slip and slide. “So wet,” I say against her plump as fuck nipple. “I’m dying here,” I growl. My cock is throbbing.
Raven moans. I strum her clit harder. She’s making these noises.
I pick her up and walk a few steps to the sofa. She’s breathing hard. She jumps up off my lap and takes off the bikini bottoms. Then she slides back onto my lap.
I push two fingers inside her and use my thumb on her clit. She starts bouncing on my hand. Her eyes are wide. Her mouth is open. She’s moaning every time I spear into her. Close. Really fucking close.
I take out my fingers. “Fuck,” I say. “Still no condom.”
“Wait,” she pants. She gets up and rummages in her bag.
My cock is pulsing, just looking at her. She takes a box of condoms out of her bag. “What?” I manage to push out. She came prepared.
She gives me this sultry look. “I was hopeful. I was on the verge of throwing them out,” she adds, giving me a fake dirty look.
That window… I made it in time. Just in fucking time. “I’m glad you didn’t. Come here.”
Less than a minute later, Raven is bouncing on my cock. Good lord! Holy fucking shit. Jesus! She’s beautiful.
She’s breathing hard and making desperate-sounding noises. Then she’s all out groaning with every thrust. I punch into her hot, wet heat. I’m looking from her bouncing tits into her gorgeous green eyes and back again. I’m not sure how I’m holding on.
I put my thumb on her clit. I rub softly. I watch her bounce harder. Moan harder. I rub on her clit a few more times, then I grab her hips and pound into her. I watch Raven unravel. I watch her in one moment go quiet while her sex starts fluttering around me. Then her eyes go from closed to wide open. Her mouth goes from tightly closed to hanging open. Her hands clutch at my shoulders. Raven throws her head back and groans. Then she yells my name…long and hard.
I let myself go, jerking as I come harder than I ever thought possible. I can barely catch my breath as I am coming down. Raven too. She’s slumped over me, still rocking into me.
I put my arms around her. “I knew you would sound amazing,” I say.
“I’m glad,” she laughs. “I have to say, though, I kind of liked it when you put your hand over my mouth while I was coming.”
“You did?”
“I absolutely did.”
“We’re going to do that again in two minutes, and I might just test that theory. Right now, I want to know what you were going to tell me.” My voice gets a timid edge.
“Going to tell you? I can’t remember. I’m not sure I even know my own name right now.” She laughs softly.
“There was something else. I thought you might be pregnant, but it wasn’t that,” I try to prompt her. “I should probably stop talking now,” I laugh. “I’m messing this up again.” I pull out of her.