Chapter 13

Billie

Rayne's hand is still between my thighs, fingers slick with my juices, and I'm trembling, trying to catch my breath. The bakery is silent except for the soft hum of the oven, but all I can focus on is him—his intense eyes, the heat of his body pressed against mine, the way he's looking at me like he's about to devour me.

"Rayne…" I whisper, my voice shaky, filled with need.

He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. "I'm not done with you yet, Billie."

A shiver runs down my spine, and I feel his hand slide higher, tugging at the waistband of my jeans. There's no hesitation as he pulls them down, dragging my panties with them. My heart pounds in my chest as I kick them off, knowing what's about to happen and craving it.

He steps back for a moment, his eyes raking over me, taking in every inch of bare skin like he's memorizing me. "You're fucking perfect," he growls, his voice low, rough, and filled with heat.

I can't help the smile that spreads across my lips, the confidence that surges through me. "So are you."

Rayne's hands find my waist again, lifting me off the counter with ease. His mouth is on mine in an instant, hungry, desperate, and I match him, my fingers tugging at his belt, needing to feel him, all of him.

His cock is hard and thick in my hand when I finally free it from his jeans, and a deep groan rumbles in his chest as I stroke him, slow at first, teasing. "You've been holding back for way too long, cowboy."

He chuckles, dark and sexy, his lips brushing against mine. "Not anymore."

Before I can say another word, he lifts me back onto the counter, positioning himself between my legs. My heart races as he grips my hips, his cock pressing against my entrance, slick and ready. I hold my breath, waiting for him to push inside, and when he does, it's slow, deliberate, making sure I feel every inch of him stretching me.

"Oh, fuck…" I moan, my head falling back, my hands clutching his shoulders.

Rayne groans, his forehead resting against mine, his breath hot and ragged. "You feel so good, Billie."

He starts to move, slow at first, but soon the pace picks up, his hips thrusting into me with a rhythm that has me seeing stars. My nails dig into his back, my body arching against his as I moan his name, lost in the sensation of him filling me, owning me.

His hands grip my ass, pulling me closer, his thrusts getting deeper, harder. "God, you're so fucking tight," he growls, his voice strained, like he's barely holding it together.

I'm panting, moaning, my legs wrapped around him, pulling him even deeper. "Don't stop… please, don't stop…"

He grunts, slamming into me harder, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over again until I'm teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the force of it. "Come for me, Billie. I want to feel you come around my cock."

His words send me over the edge. My body tenses, my pussy clenching around him as I come, my vision going white, my breath catching in my throat. I scream his name, my nails dragging down his back, and Rayne follows me, thrusting deep one last time before spilling inside me with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he comes.

—-

Rayne

I've never felt anything like this—never wanted anyone as much as I want her. Billie's body trembles against mine, and I hold her close, feeling her warmth, her softness, the way she's still shuddering with aftershocks.

I press a kiss to her temple, my breath still ragged, my heart pounding in my chest. "Fuck, Billie…"

She lets out a breathless laugh, her fingers still tangled in my hair. "Yeah… fuck."

I grin, pulling back just enough to look at her, to take in the flush of her cheeks, the way her lips are swollen from our kisses. She looks perfect—completely wrecked and satisfied. And knowing I'm the one who did that to her? It's everything.

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Billie

My legs are still trembling as I stand there in the bakery, trying to catch my breath, my body humming with the aftermath of what just happened. Rayne's eyes are still on me, his intense gaze making my skin tingle even more.

He steps forward, brushing his fingers along my cheek, and I feel that familiar shiver run down my spine. "You okay?"

I nod, biting my lip as I smile up at him. "Yeah… more than okay."

Rayne's lips curl into that crooked smile of his, and he leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to my lips. "Good," he mutters against my mouth, his hand sliding down to my waist, fingers grazing the edge of my bare skin.

I let out a soft sigh, feeling like I could stay wrapped up in him forever, but then reality starts to creep back in. We're still in the bakery, standing in the middle of my kitchen, with flour dusting the counters and the smell of fresh bread filling the air.

As much as I'd love to stay like this, I'm starting to feel sticky, and… well, we need to clean up.

"Wanna get cleaned up?" I ask, my voice soft.

Rayne pulls back, his dark eyes scanning my face. "Yeah… but I'm not done with you yet."

The heat in his voice makes my pulse quicken again, and I grin, grabbing his hand. "Come on. I've got an apartment upstairs. Shower first, then we'll see what happens next."

He lets me lead him through the bakery, up the narrow stairs to my apartment. It's cozy—just a few rooms, but it's home. The fireplace is crackling, the flames casting a warm glow over the room, and it smells like cinnamon and pine, a combination of the bakery downstairs and the scented candles I keep around.

Rayne looks around, taking in the space, but I don't give him long to dwell. I tug him toward the bathroom, flicking on the light as we step inside. The shower is small, but it'll do, and as I turn on the water, letting the steam fill the room, I feel his hands on me again.

"You look good in here," he mutters, his voice low and rough.

I glance over my shoulder, giving him a teasing grin. "What, you like me covered in soap?"

Rayne steps closer, his hands sliding down my sides, making me shiver. "I like you covered in anything, as long as you're mine."

His words send a rush of heat through me, and I turn to face him, my fingers tugging at his shirt. "Off."

He obliges, pulling his shirt over his head, and fuck, the sight of him standing there, all hard muscles and rough edges, takes my breath away. His chest is broad, his skin tanned and smooth, with a few old scars that I want to trace with my fingers, my lips. And those tattoos on his arms… yeah, I've had a few fantasies about those.

My eyes trail lower, and I catch a glimpse of his cock, already hard and thick, and fuck, the sight alone makes me wetter. "Get in here," I whisper, pulling him toward the shower.

The warm water cascades over us, and I'm immediately pressed up against the cool tile, Rayne's body trapping mine, his mouth finding my neck. His hands are everywhere, sliding down my back, over my ass, teasing between my legs, and I moan as his fingers dip lower, finding my clit.

"Rayne…" I breathe, my head falling back against the wall.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he growls, his breath hot against my skin.

His fingers rub slow, teasing circles over my clit, and I arch into him, my body already spiraling toward that familiar edge. But I don't want to come just yet. I want to savor this—savor him.

I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his cock, stroking him slow, feeling the way he twitches in my grip. His jaw tightens, and he lets out a low groan, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Fuck, Billie… you're killing me."

I smirk, sliding my hand lower, my fingers teasing his balls. "Good."

But before things get too heated, Rayne grabs my wrist, pinning it above my head, his dark eyes burning into mine. "Not yet."

He pulls back, letting the water wash over us for a moment, and I feel a strange mix of frustration and excitement. I want him so bad, but he's holding back, drawing this out, and it's driving me crazy in the best way.

—-

Rayne

I can feel her pulse racing under my fingertips, and it's taking every ounce of control I've got not to just pin her to the wall and fuck her right here. But I want to take my time. I want to savor her.

The water's pouring down over us, turning her skin slick and warm, and I trail my hands down her body, watching the way she arches into my touch, the way her eyes flutter closed when I hit just the right spot.

I pull her against me, her body flush with mine, and I lean down, pressing a kiss to her lips. It's slow, teasing, and I can feel the way she's trembling, her hands gripping my shoulders as I slide my fingers between her legs again.

She's already soaked, and not just from the water. I rub her clit, slow and gentle at first, but then I pick up the pace, feeling the way she starts to writhe in my arms, her breath coming out in short, ragged bursts.

"Fuck, Rayne…" she moans, her hips grinding against my hand.

I smirk, pressing my lips to her ear. "Come for me, Billie. I wanna feel you come on my fingers."

It doesn't take much more than that. Her whole body tenses, and then she's coming, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her moans filling the small bathroom. I watch her fall apart in my arms, and fuck, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen.

When she finally comes down, her chest heaving, her body limp against mine, I turn off the water and grab a towel, wrapping it around her before pulling her close again.

"Better?" I murmur, pressing a kiss to her wet hair.

She lets out a soft laugh, her eyes still half-lidded with bliss. "Much."

We step out of the shower, and I lead her into the living room, where the fire is still crackling, casting a warm glow over the room. I pull her down onto the rug in front of the fire, and we settle in, wrapped in the blanket, the heat from the flames making everything feel even cozier.

—-

Billie

The warmth of the fire, the smell of cinnamon and pine, and the weight of Rayne's arm around me… it's perfect. I curl up against him, feeling completely content for the first time in a long time.

"Now this," I say, glancing up at him with a grin, "this is the perfect picnic."

Rayne chuckles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Told you I wasn't done with you yet."

I laugh, settling deeper into his embrace. "Good. Because I'm not done with you either."