Chapter 14

Billie

A few days pass after that night with Rayne. I still catch myself thinking about his hands on me, the heat of his touch, the way he made me come so hard in that shower. It's a constant, pulsing ache, and every time we text or talk on the phone, it's there in the back of my mind.

But tonight, we're keeping things light—at least, that's the plan. There's a big bonfire party happening at Miller Ranch, and Rayne invited me to join him. I told myself I wouldn't overthink it, but here I am, standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom, trying to decide if this outfit says "I'm casual, but also please keep looking at my ass."

I settle on a pair of snug jeans, a sweater that hugs my curves just right, and my favorite pair of boots. The weather's chilly, the smell of wood smoke already drifting through the open window, and it makes everything feel even more like fall. I pull my hair back into a neat ponytail, glancing at my reflection one last time. Casual but cute. Perfect.

Rayne texted me earlier, saying he'd pick me up around 6:30, and right on the dot, I hear his truck rumble to a stop outside.

Grabbing my jacket, I head downstairs, feeling my heart do a little flip when I see him leaning against the side of his truck, that damn cowboy hat sitting low on his brow. He's dressed in dark jeans and a flannel shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, showing off those thick forearms that make me weak in the knees every time I see them.

"Evening, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and gruff as always, but there's a softness in his eyes as he watches me walk toward him.

"Hey, cowboy," I tease, feeling a grin tug at my lips. "Ready for some bonfire fun?"

Rayne steps forward, his hand slipping around my waist as he pulls me in for a quick kiss, his lips brushing against mine in a way that sends a rush of heat straight through me. "As long as you're there, yeah."

I roll my eyes, but my heart does a little flip at his words. "Come on, let's go before all the good spots by the fire are taken."

He helps me up into the truck—because of course, the man drives a damn mountain of a vehicle—and we head toward the ranch, the night sky darkening around us. The air smells like pine and smoke, and with the windows cracked just a bit, I can hear the distant sound of music from the party up ahead.

We pull up to the bonfire, the flames already crackling high into the air, surrounded by people chatting, laughing, drinking. The whole scene is drenched in fall vibes—pumpkins stacked by the fire, hay bales scattered around, people wrapped up in blankets with mugs of cider in hand.

Rayne parks the truck, and we climb out, the cool evening air brushing against my skin. He reaches for my hand, lacing our fingers together, and I can't help but smile at the simple gesture. His thumb brushes over my knuckles as we walk toward the fire. His grip tightening on my hand.

We find a spot near the fire, settling onto one of the hay bales. Rayne sits close, his thigh brushing against mine, and I feel the warmth of him even more than the heat from the fire. The flames flicker, casting shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the way his dark eyes seem to watch me even when he's looking at the fire.

I try to focus on the people around us, on the laughter and music, but it's hard when all I can think about is how much I want to feel him again. His hand is resting on my thigh, his fingers tracing slow circles, and every touch sends a shiver up my spine. My skin tingles, and I'm doing everything I can to keep from fidgeting.

"You okay?" Rayne asks, his voice low and close to my ear.

I nod, swallowing hard. "Yeah. Just… a little warm."

Rayne gives me a knowing look, his lips quirking into that almost-smile. "I can take care of that."

He stands, tugging me up with him, and before I can ask what he's doing, he leads me away from the fire, toward the edge of the clearing where the trees cast long shadows. It's quieter here, the music and laughter fading into the background, and I feel my pulse quicken as Rayne stops, turning to face me.

"What are you doing?" I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath.

His hands settle on my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body. "I told you, Billie. I'm done holding back."

Before I can respond, his mouth is on mine, hard and demanding, and I melt into him, my hands sliding up to grip his broad shoulders. His tongue flicks against mine, and I let out a soft moan, feeling the tension that's been building between us finally snap.

—-

Rayne

Fuck, she tastes good. I've been holding back for too long, and now that I've got her here, in the shadows, away from everyone else, I'm not letting her go.

My hands are on her hips, pulling her tighter against me, and I feel her body tremble as she presses closer, her hands clutching at my shirt. The need to have her—right here, right now—is overwhelming, but I want to savor this. I want to hear her moan my name, feel her fall apart in my arms.

I break the kiss just long enough to trail my lips down her neck, biting gently at the soft skin there, and she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Rayne…" she breathes, her voice trembling.

I smirk against her neck, my hands sliding lower, over the curve of her ass. "I want you, Billie."

"Then take me," she whispers, her voice thick with need.

I let out a low growl, my hands sliding under her sweater, finding the warm, soft skin under. Her body arches into me, and I tug her sweater up, pulling it over her head, leaving her standing there in just her bra, the cool night air sending a shiver through her.

I dip my head, kissing my way down her chest, between her tits, and she moans, her hands fisting in my hair.

"Rayne, please…"

Fuck, I love hearing her beg.

I drop to my knees in front of her, my hands sliding down to unbutton her jeans. I glance up at her, meeting her gaze, and I can see the heat in her eyes, the way her chest is rising and falling faster now.

"Gonna make you come," I mutter, my voice rough.

She lets out a soft whimper as I pull her jeans down, my hands sliding up her thighs. Her panties are soaked, and I can smell her—sweet, intoxicating—and it's driving me fucking crazy.

I press my mouth to her pussy through the thin fabric, and she lets out a gasp, her hands clutching at my hair. I pull her panties down, and then I'm tasting her, licking and sucking, and the sound she makes? Fuck, it's enough to make my cock throb in my jeans.

She's moaning my name, her hips grinding against my mouth, and I know she's close. I flick my tongue over her clit, teasing her, and then I suck hard, feeling her body tense.

"Rayne… fuck!" she cries, and then she's coming, her pussy clenching, her juices soaking my face, and I fucking love it.

* * *

Billie

My legs feel weak, trembling as waves of pleasure pulse through me. I have to grip onto Rayne's shoulders just to keep myself upright. He kisses my inner thighs, his breath hot against my skin as he pulls back, his eyes dark and hungry.

"Fuck, Rayne…" I manage to gasp, still trying to catch my breath.

He stands, his hands sliding up my body, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake, and before I can even process what's happening, he's kissing me again—hard and demanding, like he can't get enough. I taste myself on his lips, and it makes my head spin, makes me want him even more.

"Still good?" he murmurs against my mouth, his voice low and rough.

I let out a breathless laugh, my fingers curling into his shirt, tugging him closer. "More than good."

Rayne grins, that cocky, self-assured smirk that does things to me, and I can't help but roll my eyes even as my heart races. "Don't let it go to your head, cowboy."

His hands slide down to grip my ass, pulling me flush against him, and I feel how hard he is, how much he's holding back. "Too late."

I press my lips to his, softer this time, my hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the hard lines of his stomach, the way his muscles tense under my touch. I want to take my time with him, to feel every inch of him, but the fire between us is too hot, too demanding.

"Let's get out of here," he mutters against my lips, his voice tight with restraint. "Before I fuck you right here."

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I nod, my body still buzzing from what just happened. We quickly gather our things, the sounds of the party distant now as we head toward his truck. Rayne helps me inside, his hand lingering on my waist for just a second longer than necessary, and then we're off, the truck rumbling down the dark road.

The ride is quiet, but it's not awkward—just thick with tension, the kind that promises more. I sneak a glance at Rayne, his strong hands gripping the steering wheel, the muscles in his forearms flexing with every shift of the gears. I can't stop thinking about what he did to me back there, about how good it felt to have him between my legs. My pulse quickens, and I shift in my seat, suddenly feeling very warm despite the cool night air.

When we pull up to my place, Rayne kills the engine, but neither of us makes a move to get out. The silence stretches, heavy with anticipation, and I know exactly what's coming next.

"Invite me up," Rayne says, his voice rough, his eyes locked on mine.

I bite my lip, the heat between us simmering just under the surface. "You want to come up?"

He reaches over, his hand settling on my thigh, squeezing gently. "What do you think?"

I don't need to be asked twice.

—-

Rayne

The second Billie opens that door, I'm right behind her. My pulse is pounding in my ears, and the only thing on my mind is getting her alone.

We head upstairs to her place, and the second the door closes, I've got her pressed up against the wall, my mouth on hers, my hands everywhere—her waist, her ass, her tits. She's warm, soft, and fuck, she smells like cinnamon and sugar, sweet and intoxicating.

She's kissing me back just as fiercely, her hands sliding under my shirt, pulling it over my head in one quick motion. Her nails rake down my chest, and it takes everything in me not to throw her onto the bed and fuck her senseless. But I want to savor this. I want to make her feel everything.

We stumble toward the bed, shedding clothes along the way, and by the time we fall onto the mattress, I've got her naked under me, her skin flushed, her dark eyes filled with heat.

I kiss her, slower this time, taking my time exploring her body, memorizing every curve, every soft moan she makes. Her hands slide down my back, her nails digging into my skin, and I groan, pressing my hips against her, letting her feel just how badly I want her.

"Rayne," she whispers, her voice breathless, "please…"

I grin, my mouth moving to her neck, her tits, her stomach. "You want more?"

She lets out a frustrated groan, her hips lifting, pressing against me. "Stop teasing."

I chuckle against her skin, kissing my way down to her thighs. "Patience, sweetheart."

But truth is, I'm losing control just as much as she is.

My hand slides between her legs, finding her already wet and ready, and the second I touch her, she gasps, her body arching off the bed.

"Fuck," she moans, her voice thick with need.

I press my fingers inside her, slow at first, then faster, curling them just right, and she's a fucking mess, her pussy clenching around me, her juices slicking my hand. I watch her face, the way her lips part, the way her tits bounce with every thrust, and it's all I can do not to lose it right there.

She's so fucking beautiful, laid out like this, all for me.

I slide my thumb over her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles, and she lets out a sharp cry, her hands fisting in the sheets. Her body tenses, her back arching, and then she's coming, hard, her pussy gripping my fingers, her juices dripping down my hand.

I watch her ride it out, my cock throbbing with need, but I hold back, giving her a moment to catch her breath.

When she finally opens her eyes, they're dark with lust, and she looks up at me with a smirk. "Your turn, cowboy."

Before I can even respond, she's pushing me onto my back, straddling my hips, her hands sliding down my chest. And just like that, I know I'm in for it.

* * *

Rayne

The second she's on top of me, I'm done for. She's got this look in her eyes—determined, confident, like she knows exactly what she's doing to me. And fuck, she does.

Her hands trail down my chest, over my stomach, and I can barely breathe. She's teasing me, her fingertips brushing just enough to make my cock twitch in anticipation. She leans down, her tits pressing against my chest, her mouth close to my ear.

"You've been teasing me for days," she whispers, her breath hot against my skin. "Now it's my turn."

Fuck.

Her hands slip lower, sliding over my abs, her fingers grazing the waistband of my jeans. I'm so hard it hurts, and when she undoes my belt and tugs my jeans down, I'm practically shaking with the need to feel her.

She looks up at me, her eyes dark and full of mischief, and then her hand wraps around my cock, stroking slow, torturous. I groan, my hips jerking up, but she keeps her pace steady, teasing, her thumb brushing over the tip, smearing the pre-cum there.

"Billie," I mutter, my voice hoarse. "You're killing me."

She lets out a soft laugh, her grip tightening just a little, and I grit my teeth, trying to hold on. But then she leans down, her mouth pressing hot kisses down my stomach, and I know I'm about to lose it.

When her lips finally close around the head of my cock, I'm gone. She sucks gently at first, her tongue flicking over the tip, and I let out a low growl, my hands gripping the sheets.

"Fuck, Billie," I groan, my head falling back against the pillow.

She takes me deeper, her mouth warm and wet, her hand working the base of my cock, and it's all I can do not to come right then. Her lips slide down, taking me all the way in, and my hips jerk up, pushing deeper into her mouth.

She moans around my cock, the vibrations making my vision blur, and I'm gripping the back of her head, guiding her, my control slipping fast. She's too fucking good at this, and the sounds she's making—the wet, sinful noises of her mouth working my cock—are driving me fucking insane.

I can't take it much longer.

"Billie," I growl, pulling her up, her lips swollen and wet. I flip us over, pinning her under me, my cock pressing against her thigh. "I'm gonna come all over those perfect tits of yours."

Her eyes light up, and she bites her lip, nodding. "Do it."

That's all I need.

I slide back, stroking myself hard and fast, my eyes locked on hers. The way she's looking at me, all dark and hungry, drives me over the edge. My body tenses, and I let out a low growl as I come, hard, hot ropes of jizz spilling over her tits, her skin glistening as I ride out the waves.

"Fuck," I mutter, my chest heaving as I stare down at her, covered in me.

She grins up at me, her hand trailing down her stomach, scooping up some of my cum, her fingers slipping between her legs. She's fucking playing with herself, right in front of me, and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen.

"You like that?" she teases, her voice breathy.

I can barely form words, my cock already twitching again at the sight of her fingers rubbing her clit, her hips grinding against her hand.

"I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart," I growl, my hands grabbing her hips, pulling her up. "Get ready, ‘cause I'm about to ruin you."

* * *

Rayne

I grip Billie's hips, flipping her onto her stomach with a growl, the sounds she makes as I position her exactly where I want only fueling my need for her. She's already slick and ready, her thighs glistening with juices from the earlier release, but I'm not done making her come yet.

"Stay just like that," I order, running my hands over the curve of her ass, squeezing as I spread her legs a little wider.

Billie moans, arching her back, pushing her hips up toward me. "Rayne, please…"

I love hearing her beg. But I'm not giving in that easy.

I lean down, kissing the small of her back, making her shiver, then working my way lower, my mouth hovering right above her soaked pussy. She's wet, dripping, her sweet scent filling my nose, and I have to fight the urge to bury myself inside her right now. But no, I need to taste her again, to make her come undone one more time before I finally fuck her like she's been begging for.

"Hold on tight, sweetheart," I mutter, gripping her thighs and lowering my mouth to her pussy.

The second my tongue slides between her folds, Billie lets out a sharp gasp, her body tensing. I flick my tongue over her clit, sucking gently, and her hips buck against my face, her juices coating my mouth.

"Oh, fuck," she moans, her fingers gripping the sheets as I eat her out like a man starving.

I press my tongue inside her, fucking her with it, feeling her pulse around me, her legs shaking. She's close, I can feel it, and I push her harder, faster, lapping up her juices, my mouth working her pussy until she's writhing under me.

"Rayne… I'm gonna—fuck!" Billie cries out, her body going rigid as she comes, her pussy clenching around my tongue, her juices flooding my mouth. I groan against her, licking up every drop, not stopping until her legs give out and she's trembling under me.

I sit up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my cock throbbing with need as I look down at her, spent and perfect.

"You taste fucking amazing," I growl, my hand stroking my cock as I position myself behind her, lining up with her entrance. "Now, you're gonna feel me inside you."

Billie looks over her shoulder, her dark eyes full of heat, her lips parted as she catches her breath. "Do it," she whispers, her voice hoarse. "Fuck me."

I don't waste another second. I grip her hips and slam into her in one hard thrust, both of us groaning as I fill her completely. She's so tight, so wet, and I have to bite back a growl as I pull out and thrust back in, setting a steady, hard pace.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I mutter, my hands gripping her hips as I pound into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.

Billie moans, her fingers digging into the sheets, pushing back against me with every thrust. "Harder," she gasps. "I want it harder, Rayne."

I don't hesitate. I slam into her, harder, faster, feeling her pussy clench around me, her juices slick on my cock as I drive into her over and over.

"Yeah, that's it, sweetheart," I growl, my hand sliding up her back, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling gently, making her arch. "Take it. Take every inch."

She moans louder, her body trembling as I fuck her harder, deeper, pushing us both closer to the edge. I can feel her getting close again, the way her walls tighten around my cock, and it's driving me fucking wild.

"Come for me," I order, my hand sliding down to rub her clit, circling it fast, rough. "Come all over my cock, Billie."

She cries out, her whole body tensing as she shatters under me, her pussy clenching hard around me, sending me over the edge. With a low, guttural growl, I come, hard, pumping into her, my body shuddering with the intensity of it.

We collapse onto the bed, both of us breathing hard, covered in sweat, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through us. I pull her close, my hand brushing her hair back as I press a kiss to her shoulder.

"Fucking perfect," I mutter, my voice rough.

Billie laughs softly, turning to look at me, her eyes still heavy with satisfaction. "Took you long enough, cowboy."

I grin, pulling her closer. "Worth the wait."