Chapter 11

Billie

The next few days after the corn maze are a blur of work, texts from Rayne, and replaying that insane night in my head. I can still feel the way he looked at me, the way he made me come—twice. It's like I'm buzzing with energy, unable to focus on anything except the memory of him on his knees, making me lose my damn mind.

But it's been a few days, and we've both been busy—me with the bakery and the upcoming festival, him with the ranch and whatever brooding cowboy things he gets up to. We've been texting, though, and each message has me grinning like a fool.

This morning, I woke up to a simple one: Pick you up at noon. I've got plans for us.

Now, I'm standing outside my bakery, the cool fall air brushing against my skin, watching as Rayne's truck rumbles down the street, pulling up right in front of me. I feel that familiar flutter in my stomach as I take in the sight of him—those broad shoulders, that damn hat, the way he fills out those jeans like they were made just for him.

He hops out of the truck, and before I can even say anything, he's rounding the front of it, his hand already outstretched to help me into the passenger seat. "Morning, sweetheart."

I grin, sliding my hand into his and feeling the warmth of his grip. "Morning."

He helps me up into the truck, his hand lingering on my waist a little longer than necessary, and I catch that familiar glint in his eye—like he's already thinking about all the ways he's going to make me squirm later. And, God help me, I want it.

We've got some tension still simmering between us, the kind that hasn't fully boiled over into sex yet, but it's coming. I can feel it.

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Rayne

There's something about having Billie in my truck that just feels right. I've been thinking about her every second since that night at the corn maze, how she tasted, how she moaned my name. And I'll be damned if I don't get to hear that sound again.

I help her into the truck, my hand sliding to her waist, feeling the heat of her body through her jeans. She's so damn soft, and every time I get near her, my self-control goes right out the fucking window. But I keep it in check—for now.

I climb in on my side and start the engine, the low growl of the truck filling the silence between us. Billie's looking at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something else. Desire. It's mutual.

"Where are we going?" she asks, her voice light and teasing.

I give her a sidelong glance. "You'll see."

The roads are clear, the trees lining the way with brilliant shades of orange, red, and gold. The air is cool, crisp, carrying the scent of wet leaves and pine. It's the kind of day that makes you want to sit by a fire, cuddle up under a blanket with someone, and just… be.

But that's not where we're headed. Not yet.

I drive us up into the hills, the winding roads offering glimpses of the countryside in full fall glory. Billie's leaning back in her seat, looking out the window, but I catch the way she glances at me every few minutes. Like she's waiting for me to do something, say something.

Hell, I'm waiting too.

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Billie

The drive is beautiful. The trees, the hills, the way the sunlight filters through the leaves, casting everything in a warm, golden glow—it's like something out of a postcard. But as gorgeous as it all is, my attention keeps drifting back to Rayne. The way his hands grip the steering wheel, those thick fingers flexing every time he turns the wheel. I can't help but imagine those hands on me again, doing things that make my toes curl.

We make small talk—about the festival, the bakery, his ranch—but there's an undercurrent of tension, like we both know this drive is leading somewhere. Somewhere we've both been wanting to go for a long time.

After about an hour, Rayne pulls over at this little lookout point, the kind that overlooks the whole valley, with trees stretching out for miles. It's quiet, peaceful, and the air is crisp and clean, tinged with the smell of pine and damp earth.

He kills the engine and glances over at me, his dark eyes smoldering under the brim of his hat. "Come on."

I follow him out of the truck, the crunch of leaves underfoot the only sound as we walk toward the edge of the overlook. The view is breathtaking, but I barely notice it because Rayne's right there, towering over me, his presence impossible to ignore.

"You been thinking about me?" he asks, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down my spine.

I smirk, crossing my arms over my chest. "Maybe a little."

His lips twitch into that sexy half-smile, and before I can blink, he's pulling me toward him, his hands on my waist, his lips crashing against mine. It's not gentle, it's not soft—it's hungry, desperate, like we've both been starving for this.

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Rayne

The second my lips touch hers, it's like every bit of tension I've been holding back snaps. Billie melts into me, her body pressed up against mine, her hands fisting in my shirt like she never wants to let go. I don't plan on letting her, not now, not ever.

My hands slide down to her ass, squeezing, pulling her against me, and fuck, she feels so good. Her body fits against mine like she was made for me, and all I can think about is getting her out of these damn clothes and making her scream my name.

But not yet.

I pull back just enough to look down at her, her lips swollen from the kiss, her eyes dark with lust. "You want this?"

Her breath is coming out in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she looks up at me. "Yes. God, yes."

I grin, lowering my hand to the button on her jeans, popping it open with a flick of my wrist. "Good."

Before she can say another word, I'm dropping to my knees, my hands tugging her jeans down her legs. She's standing there in nothing but her panties, and I waste no time pulling those off too, tossing them aside as I lean in, my breath hot against her bare skin.

"Rayne," she gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance.

I don't answer. I just bury my face between her legs, my tongue flicking over her clit, slow at first, then faster, harder. She's already soaking wet, her juices coating my lips, and fuck, she tastes like heaven.

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Billie

The second Rayne's mouth is

on me, I lose it. My knees go weak, my head spins, and every nerve in my body lights up like fireworks. His tongue is relentless, flicking over my clit with just the right amount of pressure, teasing me, driving me insane. My hands grip his shoulders, nails digging in as I moan his name, my hips rocking against his face.

"Rayne… fuck…"

He growls against me, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me steady as he devours me. It's like he's on a mission, determined to make me come, and God, I'm close—so damn close.

My body trembles, heat pooling low in my belly as the tension builds. I can't hold back anymore. I'm panting, moaning, my head thrown back as pleasure crashes over me, my body shaking with the intensity of it.

"Rayne, I'm—fuck, I'm coming…"

He doesn't let up, his tongue working me through it, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until I'm completely spent, my legs barely holding me up.

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Rayne

Hearing Billie come undone like that, moaning my name, her pussy clenching and dripping for me—it's enough to make a man lose control. But I hold back, savoring the way she tastes, the way she shakes against my mouth.

When I finally pull back, she's standing there, panting, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide and dark with lust. I stand, pulling her close, my hand sliding up her back as I press my forehead against hers.

"You good?" I ask, my voice rough, barely holding back my own need.

She laughs, breathless, her hands still clutching my shoulders. "You're asking me that?"

I grin, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Just making sure."

Billie looks up at me, her eyes full of heat and something else—something deeper. "Rayne, I don't think I can handle much more teasing."

I chuckle, kissing her softly. "Oh, sweetheart, this ain't teasing. This is just the beginning."