Chapter 15

Billie

Rayne and I finally crossed that line, and if I'm being honest, it feels like everything's shifted in the best way possible. We've settled into this easy rhythm, spending time together whenever we can, and I'm loving every second of it. The tension that was always simmering between us? It's still there, but now it's mixed with something deeper. More real.

Today, I'm getting ready to head over to his place for another hangout. It's a crisp fall evening, and the air smells like pine and wood smoke. I'm feeling the excitement buzz under my skin. I can't stop thinking about him—about how he made me feel the other night, and how every time I'm with him, it's like I'm on the edge of something even better.

Shay, ever the instigator, gave me a knowing look earlier when she caught me smiling at my phone.

"Going to Rayne's tonight, huh?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.

I grinned, shaking my head at her. "Yeah, it's just a little thing."

"Uh-huh, just a little thing," she replied, smirking. "I bet it's gonna get hot out there by the fire."

I rolled my eyes, but she isn't exactly wrong.

Now, as I pull up to his ranch, the sun dipping below the horizon, my stomach flips in that familiar way. His place is as beautiful as ever, the sprawling land stretching out around the barn and the house, the fields bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun.

When I step out of the car, I'm hit with the scent of burning wood, the fire already going strong, and there's Rayne, standing by the pit, stacking logs. He's wearing that same cowboy hat, a flannel shirt that hugs his broad shoulders, and those damn jeans that look way too good on him. The sight of him does things to me I'll never admit out loud. Well, not yet, anyway.

I walk over, feeling the warmth of the fire and something else—a pull, like gravity drawing me closer to him. He looks up when I approach, and just seeing that grin on his face makes my heart skip a beat.

"Hey, you," I say, trying to play it cool, even though I'm practically buzzing with excitement.

Rayne steps closer, his dark eyes taking me in, and there's that smoldering heat that never really goes away when he looks at me. "Hey yourself. You ready for this?"

I nod, and he pulls me in for a quick kiss, the roughness of his stubble brushing against my skin. It's the kind of kiss that says a lot without words—like he's telling me he's happy I'm here, and also that this night is going to end in a whole lot of heat.

He pulls back, his hand lingering on my lower back, and nods toward the group of chairs around the fire. "Grab a seat, I'll be over in a second."

I sit down, settling in by the fire, feeling the warmth sink into my skin. The sky's turning dark now, stars starting to peek through the clouds, and there's something about the whole scene that feels… perfect.

Rayne joins me a minute later, sitting close enough that his knee brushes against mine. We're surrounded by friends, but I can't focus on anything but him. The way the firelight flickers over his face, casting shadows that make him look even more intense than usual. And the smell of smoke, pine, and him—it's all driving me a little wild.

"Having fun?" I ask, leaning in a little closer, my lips barely brushing his ear as I speak.

Rayne's lips twitch into a grin, and he turns slightly, his hand slipping onto my thigh under the blanket we've both wrapped around us. "Now I am."

I swallow hard, feeling the heat from his touch shoot straight through me, and it takes everything in me not to drag him off somewhere right this second.

But this moment is nice. It's simple and easy, and I like it.

Rayne

I've been watching Billie all night, and fuck, she's driving me insane. Every time she shifts in her seat, I catch a glimpse of her curves under that sweater, and it takes every bit of willpower not to pull her into my lap and kiss her senseless right here in front of everyone. But I can wait. Hell, I've waited long enough.

I glance at her out of the corner of my eye, catching the way the firelight flickers in her dark eyes, and my hand tightens on her thigh. She looks up at me, her lips parting, and I know she feels it too—the heat, the need, the damn tension that never seems to leave when we're together.

Leaning in close, I press my lips against her ear. "You wanna get outta here?"

She looks up at me, her eyes shining with mischief. "What, you're tired of the fire already?"

I let out a low chuckle, my hand slipping higher under the blanket, brushing just close enough to make her breath hitch. "I'm not tired, Billie. I'm just ready to be somewhere a little more… private."

She shivers, and I can feel the pulse of excitement in her body, matching mine. Without another word, she stands up, taking my hand, and we slip away from the group, heading back to the truck.

The night air is cool, but the second we're alone in the truck, the heat between us is scorching. Billie's on me before I even start the engine, her hands in my hair, her mouth on mine, and I'm lost in her all over again.

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Rayne

The second Billie's lips crash into mine, I know I'm done for. She's on my lap, her hands tangled in my hair, her body pressed so tight against me it's like she's trying to become part of me. And hell, I want that. I want her in every way possible.

I grip her hips, pulling her down harder against my growing erection, my cock straining painfully in my jeans. The heat between us is scorching, like the fire we just left, but this is hotter. This is burning me up from the inside out.

Her mouth is greedy, her lips soft but insistent as they claim mine. I let her take what she wants because, fuck, I'm happy to give it. Her tongue slips past my lips, and I groan into her mouth, my hands moving to cup her ass, squeezing it through her jeans. She moans, the sound vibrating through me, shooting straight to my dick.

I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, biting and sucking gently at the sensitive skin there. Her breath hitches, and she grinds against me, her hips rolling in a way that makes me see stars.

"Rayne," she breathes, her voice heavy with need. "I can't wait anymore."

"Fuck, Billie," I mutter against her neck, my hands sliding up under her sweater, fingers tracing the smooth skin of her waist. "You're gonna make me lose it."

She laughs, a low, sultry sound, and pulls back just enough to look at me. Her eyes are dark, filled with the same raw desire that's clawing at my insides.

"Then lose it," she challenges, her voice a breathy whisper.

I growl, flipping her so she's lying back against the seat, my body hovering over hers. Her chest rises and falls quickly, her breaths shallow, and fuck, she looks perfect like this—laid out for me, her lips swollen, her hair a wild mess.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," I mutter, my hands moving to the button of her jeans. She nods, her eyes locked on mine, and I waste no time slipping my hand inside, fingers dipping under the fabric of her panties.

She gasps, her hips lifting off the seat as my fingers find her pussy, already slick with need. "God, Billie, you're soaked."

Her breath catches as I rub slow circles over her clit, teasing her, building the pressure until she's writhing under me.

"Rayne," she moans, her hands clutching at my shoulders. "Don't stop."

"Wasn't planning to," I growl, my fingers slipping lower, teasing her entrance. Her juices coat my fingers, and I can't help but imagine how good she's gonna feel wrapped around my cock.

But not yet.

I slide one finger inside her, then another, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes her eyes flutter closed and her head fall back against the seat.

"Fuck, Rayne," she gasps, her hands digging into my shoulders, her hips rocking against my hand. "Oh, God."

I keep up the rhythm, watching her fall apart under me. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, her wetness dripping down my hand, and it's taking everything in me not to rip off her jeans and bury myself inside her right here and now.

But I'm gonna make her come first. I'm gonna make her scream my name and know without a doubt that she's mine.

Her breathing gets faster, her body tense, and I know she's close.

"Come for me, Billie," I mutter, my fingers moving faster, rubbing her clit harder. "Come for me right now."

That's all it takes. She arches off the seat, her pussy squeezing tight around my fingers, her moans filling the truck as she comes apart in my hand.

"Rayne," she cries, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.

I watch her, mesmerized by the way her body trembles, the way her lips part in a breathless moan, the way her chest heaves as she rides out her climax. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen, and I know right then I'm completely fucked—because I'm never gonna get enough of her.

When she finally comes down, her breath still ragged, I pull my hand from her jeans, licking her juices off my fingers with a grin.

"You taste like heaven, Billie."

She laughs breathlessly, her eyes still half-closed. "You're not so bad yourself."

I lean down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. "You're mine now," I murmur against her mouth. "You got that?"

She looks up at me, her dark eyes filled with heat and something else—something deeper.

"I've always been yours, Rayne."

—-

Billie

I'm still catching my breath, my body humming from the intensity of what just happened, and all I can think about is how much I need more of him. It's like one taste wasn't enough, and now I'm hooked.

Rayne's still hovering over me, his hands braced on either side of my head, his breath coming out in slow, controlled bursts. He's trying to hold back, but I can see the hunger in his eyes, the tension in his body. He's barely keeping it together, and that just makes me want him even more.

"You're not gonna stop there, are you?" I tease, running my fingers through his hair.

Rayne smirks, his lips brushing against mine. "You really think I'm done with you?"

I laugh, pulling him down into another kiss. His body presses against mine, and I can feel the hardness of his cock through his jeans, pressing right where I need him most.

"Good," I breathe against his lips. "Because I'm not done with you either."

His growl rumbles through me as he leans back just enough to yank off his shirt, tossing it aside before pulling me into his lap again. His hands are everywhere—on my hips, my ass, my tits—like he can't get enough of me.

"Fuck, Billie," he mutters, his voice rough with need. "You're driving me crazy."

I grin, grinding down against him, feeling his cock throb under me. "Good."

He chuckles, but the sound is cut off by a groan as I roll my hips again, dragging his length against my soaked pussy through my jeans.

We're both so close to losing control, but I know we're not ready for that final step yet. Not here. Not now.

But soon.

"Let's get out of here," Rayne mutters, his hands gripping my hips tight. "I want to finish this somewhere I can really take my time with you."

I nod, breathless and eager, and we climb out of the truck.