Dying for Rain (The Rain Trilog - BB Easton Page 0,43
of the buttons on her blouse as I nip and suck at the overheated skin beneath her ear.
“We don’t have much time left, and I want to spend it inside you,” I growl, feeling a ripple of goose bumps pebble under my lips.
Yanking her tight skirt up over her full hips, I palm her perfect, round ass as I kiss my way down to her bra. Sucking one straining nipple through the black lacy fabric, I slide my hand between her legs and tease her slit over her panties. They’re already soaked through. My mouth waters. I know we don’t have much time left, but I need to lick her. I need to taste her.
If this is my last meal, I’m gonna fucking savor it.
Dropping to my knees, I trace the edge of Rain’s silky panties with my finger before sliding them to one side. I don’t take my time, and I don’t ease her in. I run my tongue along her soft, slippery flesh and stifle a moan as the flavor coats my tongue.
Fucking perfect.
Rain hisses and grabs my hair as I suck and lick and devour her pussy, alternating between pulling me closer and trying to push me away.
“Wes,” she whispers, her voice needy and breathless. “Please. I need you.”
Those words are my undoing. I press her back against the one cinder-block wall that’s hidden from the hallway, pull her knee over my hip, and fill her so deep and so hard that she has to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
“Fuck,” I snarl, filling her again.
She feels so fucking good, so warm and soft and right and mine, that for a minute, I wonder if I’m already dead.
Not even heaven could feel as good as this.
“I love you,” Rain whispers against my mouth.
The sadness in her shaky voice hits me like a fist to the heart.
I wrap my hand around her jaw and force her to look at me as I thrust into her again. “I love you more.”
It’s not a fucking question.
“If I can’t get you out of here …” Her words trail off with a gasp.
“That’s not your job. Do you hear me? You just stay safe.”
Rain closes her eyes, and I feel her chin buckle under my palm. “I can’t lose you, Wes.”
“Hey, look at me.”
Rain opens her tortured eyes and slays me with a single sentence. “We can’t lose you.”
We.
I gaze down the length of her beautiful torso, over her swollen, flushed-pink tits, and down to her still-flat belly. I realize I’m no longer fucking her.
I’m marveling at her.
“I took a test.” She swallows. “You were right.”
“Fuck. Rain …” I cup her face in my hand and kiss her again, not out of lust or loss or the elapsing of time, but out of pure, soul-crushing love.
When I fill her again, it’s because that’s the only way I can get closer to her. And when I feel her contract around me, when her breaths turn to whimpers and she whispers that she loves me again, I pour myself into her on a muffled cry.
I thought I wanted to be a good dad, like Doug.
But fuck that.
Good dads die for their families.
I’m gonna live for mine.
Rain
I stand in the center of Wes’s cell with my arms wrapped around his waist and my cheek pressed against his chest, waiting, counting his heartbeats until the next horrible thing happens.
Eighteen … nineteen … twenty …
“Remember what I said,” Wes whispers into my hair.
I nod, feeling my own heart beating about twice as fast as his. I tighten my fist around my balled-up panties. Any second now, that door is going to open, and Wes is going to attack Officer Elliott. As soon as Wes has his arms pinned behind his back, my job is to strangle Officer Elliott until he passes out. Wes said it might be too hard for me to do with my bare hands, so I should wrap my panties around his neck and tighten them instead.
I can’t believe we’re about to do this.
The calming thump of Wes’s heartbeat is suddenly drowned out by the panic-inducing clomp of hard-sole shoes coming down the hall.
I squeeze my eyes shut and cling to him tighter.
“Okay, lovebirds,” Elliott sings from the hallway behind me as his footsteps come to a stop. “Time’s up.”
I feel Wes bristle in my arms, so I look over my shoulder at the man on the other side of the bars. Officer Elliott has a huge grin on his face … and