Chapter 9

Billie

I can't stop thinking about him. Everything feels different now, like we've crossed some line we can't go back from, and honestly? I don't want to. I've spent too long tiptoeing around my feelings for him, and now that we've finally started something, there's no way I'm letting go.

There's a bonfire downtown tonight, and Shay practically dragged me here. She says I need to be around more people, but honestly, all I want is to be around one person. I'm scanning the crowd as I sit by the fire, wondering when—or if—Rayne's going to show up.

"Your cowboy's late," Shay teases, plopping down next to me on the blanket. She's got a drink in her hand and a grin on her face.

"He's not my—" I start, but Shay cuts me off with a knowing smirk.

"Oh, he's definitely your cowboy. I saw the way he was looking at you at the festival, and let me tell you, that man is gone for you."

I roll my eyes, even though she's right. Rayne has been on my mind nonstop, and the way he was last time? How he made me come so hard I couldn't even see straight? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm gone for him, too.

Just as I'm about to say something snarky back to Shay, I see him. Rayne striding through the field like he owns the place, his jeans slung low on his hips, and his flannel shirt stretched tight across his chest. He catches my eye, and it's like the whole world stops spinning for a second.

"Speak of the devil," Shay whispers, nudging me.

"He's not—" I start to protest, but it dies in my throat when Rayne walks up to us, his eyes dark and fixed right on mine.

"Evening," he mutters, his voice low and rough as he steps close, blocking out the rest of the party like it doesn't exist.

"Evening," I reply, my heart thudding in my chest. God, why does he have to look so damn good?

"Enjoying the party?" he asks, his eyes dropping to my lips for just a second before flicking back up to meet mine.

"I was," I tease, biting my lip. "But it's looking a lot better now."

Rayne grunts, a ghost of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Glad to hear that."

Shay snickers next to me before standing up. "Okay, I'll leave you two lovebirds to it."

I glare at her as she walks away laughing, but my focus is quickly back on Rayne. He stands there for a second, looking around at the fire, the people hanging around, then back at me. "Wanna take a walk?"

I nod, the butterflies in my stomach taking off. "Sure."

He reaches down, taking my hand, and without hesitation, I let him help me up. His palm is warm and rough against mine, and the second we touch, it's like a spark shoots straight through me.

We start walking away from the fire, the chatter of the party fading as we head toward the trees. My pulse is racing, my body already hyperaware of how close Rayne is, how his arm brushes against mine with every step.

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Rayne

I've been thinking about Billie nonstop since that night at my house. The way she looked when she came, how incredible she tastes—fuck, it's all I can think about. And now, seeing her looking all cute wrapped up in her sweater, her hair loose around her shoulders, I'm about two seconds away from dragging her into the woods and finishing what we started.

But I'm trying to be patient. Trying to keep it together.

When we reach the edge of the trees, I stop, turning to face her. She looks up at me, eyes wide and shining with excitement. I can tell she's feeling it too, this insane pull between us. It's been building for years, and now it's right here, thick and heavy. Like a fucking living thing.

"I can't stop thinking about you," I mutter, my voice low.

Billie smiles wider, tipping up her head, her gaze hoke don mine. "Yeah?"

I nod, stepping closer, my hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face.

Her breath hitches, and I see the way her chest rises and falls a little faster. "Well, you've been on my mind, too."

And that's all I needed to hear.

I close the distance between us in two quick strides, pulling her against me, my lips crashing down on hers. She moans into the kiss, her arms wrapping around my neck, and I grip her hips, pulling her tight against me. She's so fucking soft, her body molding perfectly to mine, and I can't get enough.

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Billie

The second Rayne's lips are on mine, I'm gone. All the tension, all the waiting—it explodes between us, and I'm gripping him like he's the only thing keeping me grounded. His kiss is rough, demanding, and fuck, it's everything I've been wanting.

He presses me back against a tree, his hands sliding down to my ass, lifting me slightly so I'm pinned between him and the rough bark. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and it makes me shiver, the heat between my legs growing with every second.

"Fuck, Rayne," I gasp when he pulls back for just a second, his forehead resting against mine. "I want you."

"Jesus, Billie," he growls, his breath hot against my skin. "You have no idea how bad I want you."

His hands are on me again, sliding under my sweater, his rough palms gliding over my bare skin, making me gasp. Thick fingers pinching my hard nipples over the lace of my bra. His mouth moves down to my neck, kissing, biting, while his hands finally slip lower, under the waistband of my jeans.

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Rayne

She's trembling in my arms, her breaths coming in short gasps as I kiss my way down her neck. My fingers find the button of her jeans, and I pop it open, my hand sliding inside, finding her slick and ready for me.

"Fuck, Billie," I mutter against her skin, my fingers sliding through her folds, making her moan. "You're so fucking wet."

She gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders as I finger her pussy, her body arching into me.

"Rayne…" she breathes, her voice shaky.

I push my fingers lower, deeper inside her, and she's so tight, so fucking perfect, that I nearly lose it right then and there.

"God, I love how you feel," I growl, my lips brushing her ear.

She's gasping now, her nails digging into my fabric of my shirt, marking my skin as I fuck her with my hand, her juices soaking my palm.

"Come for me, Billie," I mutter, my thumb circling her clit. "Let me feel you come."

And she does. Her body tenses, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she comes hard, a low moan escaping her lips.

* * *

Billie

I can't even breathe. Rayne's working me like I'm the only thing that matters, and when I finally come, it's like the world shatters around me. My body convulses, my hips grinding against his hand, and all I can think is how badly I want him. All of him.

But he doesn't stop.

Before I can even catch my breath, he pulls his hand from my jeans, lifts me into his arms, and kisses me again, hard and demanding. His tongue pushes past my lips, his grip on my ass tightening as he presses me harder against the tree.

"You're fucking mine," he growls against my lips, his voice thick with possession.

I pull him closer, feeling his cock twitch against me. I can't fucking wait.