Chapter 7

Billie

It's been a few days since that apple-picking date, and I can't stop thinking about Rayne. Every time I close my eyes, I can feel his hands on me, the way his mouth worked me over until I was a shaking, moaning mess. And it's not just the physical stuff, though that alone has me replaying every dirty detail in a loop. It's the way he looks at me, like I'm the most important person in the room whenever we're together. Like he's been waiting for me, just as much as I've been waiting for him. And the way he kisses, how he touches me—God…

He feels like what I've been waiting for my whole life.

We haven't seen each other since, but we've been texting, and every time my phone lights up with his name, my heart skips a beat. It's ridiculous, how this man can get to me with just a few words.

Rayne: You make it home safe?

Me: Yeah, I did. Thanks for checking in, cowboy.

Rayne: Always.

Me: Awww, really?

Rayne: Damn right.

The texts are brief but loaded, each one like a spark keeping the fire between us burning. There's little fluff, or small talk, just straight to the point—exactly like him. But even though we haven't seen each other since the orchard, I can feel him getting under my skin more and more.

I find myself smiling whenever I think about him. I'm constantly reaching for my phone, waiting for that next message, wondering what he's doing. Wondering when I'll see him again.

And finally, this morning, I get the text that makes my pulse race.

Rayne: How about we do something tonight?

Me: What'd you have in mind?

Rayne: Haunted hayride. Could be fun.

Me: You, at a haunted hayride? You must really want to see me scream.

Rayne: I'm more interested in what happens after.

My heart's pounding by the time I finish reading his last message. I can't wait to see him.

* * *

Rayne

Every fucking night since the apple picking, all I've been able to think about is Billie. Her taste, her scent, the way she looked when she came for me. She's under my fucking skin, and there's no getting her out.

I've been trying to keep it cool and not invade her space. Communicating through texts, trying to keep the conversation light. But every time my phone buzzes with a message from Billie, it's like a shot of adrenaline straight to my veins. Doesn't matter how rough my day's been, hearing from my girl makes everything else disappear.

Billie: How's your day going, cowboy?

Me: Better now.

Billie: Smooth.

Me: I don't do smooth, sweetheart. Just being honest.

Every night, I'm lying in bed, staring at my phone, thinking about her. It's not just the way she feels, though fuck, I can't stop thinking about how perfect she was against me. It's more than that. She's got me wanting shit I haven't thought about in years. Stability. Something real. And I'm done running from it. I want her, and I'm not waiting any longer to make that clear.

So, I text her this morning, telling her about some silly spooky fall activity they have in town. Not because I give a damn about haunted hayrides, but because I want an excuse to be with her. To see that smile again. To touch her. And, yeah, I wanna see her squirm when something makes her jumps. I wanna be the one who's there to hold her.

* * *

Billie

Last night, I was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about his hands. His mouth. The way he had me pinned up against that tree, making me come like I'd never been touched before.

And now, here I am, getting ready to see him again, my stomach flipping with excitement. He's been quiet all day, no texts, no calls. And that just makes me miss him more.

I glance at my phone one last time before heading out the door.

Me: Ready for tonight?

Rayne: You know it, sweetheart.

* * *

Rayne

I've been counting down the hours. Every damn minute feels like a lifetime. I shower, throw on jeans and a shirt, and grab my hat, catching a look at myself in the mirror.

I'm not the kind of guy who gets worked up about shit like this, but Billie? She's got me feeling like I'm back in high school, getting ready for my first date.

But tonight's about showing her that I'm all in. That she's mine. I'm done pretending I can hold back anymore.

I pick up my phone, and shoot her a message before I head out.

Rayne: I'll see you soon.

* * *

Billie

The truck hums as Rayne drives, his hands gripping the wheel, his forearms flexing. I can't help but sneak glances at him—the strong jawline, the shadow of stubble that just begs to be kissed, and those shoulders that practically block out the sun. My mind keeps wandering back to the orchard, to the way his fingers felt inside me, how good it felt when he told me to come.

Fuck. I can't stop thinking about it.

"Something on your mind, sweetheart?" Rayne's voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I glance over to see a tiny smirk pulling at the corner of his lips, that damn cowboy hat sitting low on his head.

I lean back in my seat. "Just wondering if I should have brought you a pumpkin spice latte."

Rayne barks out a chuckle, his deep voice rumbling through the truck.

I press my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden pulse between my legs. God, why does he have to be so fucking hot?

* * *

Rayne

The way Billie's thighs press together, the way her breathing changes when I say something that gets to her… I'm fucking loving every second of it.

We pull up to the haunted hayride, and the place is packed. Families, couples, groups of friends—everyone's buzzing around like it's the biggest event of the year. Billie hops out of my truck, her lush ass looking damn good in those jeans, and I take a deep breath, trying to keep my head straight.

I grab our tickets, and before I know it, we're on the hayride, Billie clinging to my arm every time some stupid scarecrow with a chainsaw, or some horror movie clown jumps out at us. It's cute, watching her yelp while I'm trying not to laugh. But when she leans into me, her curvy body pressed against mine, I'm not laughing anymore. I'm thinking about how soft she feels, how much I want to pull her into my lap and kiss her until she can't breathe.

As the ride comes to an end, we head back to my truck, the tension between us even thicker than before. I open the passenger door for Billie, helping her up into her seat, and when our eyes meet, there's no mistaking the heat simmering between us.

* * *

Billie

As soon as we're back in the truck, the air feels heavier. Rayne's quiet, his eyes focused on the road ahead, but I can feel the intensity radiating off him in waves. The tension between us has been building, and I can tell he's barely holding.

I shift in my seat. My body's buzzing with anticipation, and every time I look at Rayne, all I can think about is him on top of me. His hands, his mouth, his cock…

Oh, fuck.

Without thinking, I glance over at him, catching him watching me out of the corner of his eye. My heart skips a beat. He looks so calm, so in control, but I can feel the fire under that cool exterior.

"Rayne…" I start, but the words die on my lips when he pulls the truck to the side of the road and kills the engine.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper.

He doesn't answer right away. Instead, he leans over, his big hand sliding up my thigh, his fingers brushing against the heat between my legs.

"Been thinking about this for fucking days," he mutters, his voice low and rough. "And I'm done waiting."

Before I can respond, he's got his hand inside my jeans, his fingers sliding through the wetness there. My head falls back against the seat, a moan slipping past my lips as he presses his fingers against my clit, rubbing slow circles that have me panting in seconds.

"Rayne, fuck…" I breathe, my hips lifting off the seat, my body aching for more.

* * *

Rayne

I knew she'd be wet. I could feel it in the way she looked at me all day, the way her body moved when she thought I wasn't watching. But now? Now I've got her exactly where I want her.

I pull her jeans down just enough to give me room, and then I'm on her. My mouth finds her clit, licking and sucking until she's gasping, her hands clutching at my shoulders. She tastes like fucking heaven, sweet and wet, and I can't get enough.

"Rayne…" she moans, her hips grinding against my mouth, her body trembling with need.

I grip her thighs, holding her steady as I devour her, my tongue flicking over her clit again and again. Her pussy's dripping, juices coating my chin, and the sound of her moans has my cock straining against my jeans.

I want to fuck her so bad but I also want to feel her come on my tongue, watch her fall apart before I take her the way I've been imagining for years.

Her moans get louder, more desperate, and I know she's close. I slip two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and that's all it takes. She cries out, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she comes, her body shuddering.

"Fuck, Rayne… Oh my God," she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair as I keep licking, drawing out every last bit of her orgasm.

* * *

Billie

Holy shit. I'm still seeing stars, my body trembling from the aftershocks of what Rayne just did to me. I didn't think it was possible to feel this good, but he's got me coming undone with just his mouth and fingers.

I'm panting, my heart racing, but when I look down at him, I see the fire still burning in his eyes. He's not done yet. Oh shit.

"That was…" I start, my voice breathless.

"Not enough," Rayne finishes for me, his voice rough and full of promise.

He pulls back, his lips glistening with my juices, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. So fucking hot! Then he leans in, pressing his lips to mine, and I taste myself on him. It's fucking intoxicating.

"You're mine, Billie," he growls, his hand still gripping my thigh. "You know that, right?"

I nod, unable to speak, still lost in the haze of pleasure.

"Good," he mutters, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes.