18. RAE

18

RAE

T anner took me back to his cabin, and there was no question about where I would stay from now on. I didn’t want to be away from him for one second longer than was needed.

The winter was milder than expected, and the route through the forest to town would remain open most of the time, hopefully. I could make my way to work as long as I wanted.

And when I couldn’t anymore, too far pregnant, then Tanner would look after me.

It turned out he had a lot of money put away in a bank account after all his years working for Vito. He’d said he might as well live off it; it was the least Vito could do for him after everything he’d made Tanner do.

And I completely agreed.

When Tanner led me into the bedroom, he peeled back the furs on his bed and tucked me in.

“Come lie with me,” I said.

“You need to rest,” he said. “Your concussion and the baby—”

“Just lie with me,” I said, and Tanner grinned.

“No arguing with you, huh?” The mattress dipped under his weight as he got on the bed and cuddled up to me.

“The sooner you learn that, the better.” I rolled against him. I kissed him, and he kissed me back. I ran my fingers over his stubbled cheek, and his tongue slid into my mouth, tasting, probing.

Slowly, I gyrated my body against his, and I felt him harden, his cock getting ready for me.

I moaned when he grinded his hips against me.

I wanted him in every way I could have him, closer than ever.

Tanner slid a hand under my shirt, his palm rough on my stomach, but his touch was gentle. He peeled back the bra and found my nipples. They were already pebbled and taut and aching for his touch. He pulled at one and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. The other, he pinched and twisted.

I let out a gasp, and he covered my mouth with his.

Then, his other hand moved south. His fingers brushed over my pubic mound and then lower. My underwear was so wet, I was sure he could feel the dampness through them.

He teased me with his fingers.

My heart raced and my head throbbed, but it didn’t hurt and I ignored it. We could be careful. I wasn’t going to push him away just because of a measly concussion.

I wanted it all.

The pleasure of his hands.

His lips on mine.

His cock buried deep inside me.

Tanner pushed me gently onto my back and climbed over me, his body covering mine. He kissed me, and I spread my legs to accommodate him.

He slipped his hand into my jeans between us, and he teased the outside of my pussy lips. When he dipped his fingers inside, I groaned.

Tanner smiled and kissed me.

He fingered me.

My jeans were restricting, making it harder for him to move, so I undid them and pushed them down. Tanner rolled away and helped me wriggle out of them. When he’d tossed them aside, he pulled down my panties, too.

“We won’t be needing these,” he said in a smooth, velvety voice, and I shivered.

His fingers slid between my legs again, and he found my clit. Slowly, teasingly, he rubbed circles over it, and I cried out and squirmed on the bed. The pleasure was incredible. My body seemed to be more sensitive with all the hormones coursing through it now, and his touch was electric.

Or maybe it was just the way we fit together and that our connection was incredible, making everything that much more intense.

That much more perfect.

When I was close to the edge, Tanner slid his fingers inside me, keeping me from toppling into an orgasm. I moaned as he pumped his fingers. In and out, each movement deliberate. The feeling of his thick, strong fingers fucking me sent waves of pleasure through me, and I couldn’t help the moans.

Once Tanner was satisfied with how wet I was, he pulled his fingers out, leaned in and kissed me, his hands sliding up, pushing my shirt higher.

We broke the kiss only long enough to get my shirt and my bra off, leaving me naked before him.

I tugged at his shirt. “You’re wearing way too many clothes.”

With a grin, Tanner helped me and pulled off his shirt, revealing his incredible muscular body. I’d been with him so many times, but the sight of him never failed to take my breath away.

I lightly scraped my nails over the individual muscles of his abs, and he grunted, his eyes locked on mine, lips parted.

He dipped his head and kissed me again. I pushed my hand into his jeans, unbuttoning them with my other hand. He sucked his breath through his teeth when I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. A deep groan followed as I worked him.

I loved the way his eyes fluttered closed and his nostrils flared with each of my movements. His skin was silky and smooth, and I moved my hand deliberately, slowly, teasingly until he moaned and thrust his hips forward.

“You’re torturing me,” he growled.

“Maybe I want you to know how it feels.”

“It feels fucking incredible,” Tanner said, and his voice was hoarse and raw. “Please, let me have you. You have no idea how badly I want you.”

“I think I do,” I whispered.

But he wasn’t kidding. He wasn’t playing with me. Tanner meant it. He got up and pulled his jeans and jocks off, kicking them aside before he all but pounced on me on the bed.

His cock pressed insistently against my opening as his lips found mine again. I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

I kissed him back, and his tip penetrated me.

We both groaned. I arched my back, pushing against him, inviting him deeper.

Tanner paused, concern flickering in his eyes. “You’re okay? This doesn’t hurt?”

I shook my head. “I’m okay, Tanner. This is okay.” I stroked my hand over his cheek, and he kissed me. “Just take me.”

Tanner didn’t have to be asked twice.

He thrust into me, burying himself to the hilt, and I cried out. My body stretched to accommodate his size, an incredible mix of fullness and pleasure. I shivered and trembled around the size of him. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he stilled, completely buried inside me, his fingers stroking fingers through my hair.

“I love you,” he said. “You have no idea how much.”

“I love you, too,” I gasped, struggling to find my breath.

He planted a kiss on my lips before he started to move, pumping into me in a steady rhythm, moving in and out. I gasped and moaned as he fucked me.

This was exactly what I’d needed.

His body on mine, his lips, his cock.

Us together, bodies melded so that we were one. It had been too long. We might have been together lately, but what we’d had back then, when there had been no reason not to give our all to each other, had been missing something when we’d reconnected. I understood why now. And now that the slate was clean and we were starting over, everything we’d had before was here.

Everything about this moment was perfect.

Tanner groaned, and he sped up, fucking me harder and faster. He grunted, and his muscles rippled as he held himself up over me. His arms bulged with the effort. I dug my fingers into his biceps, clinging to him.

It felt like I was going to shatter. Every thrust was another push to the edge of a cliff. Soon, I was going to fall.

I squeezed around him, and Tanner groaned.

“Don’t,” he panted. “I won’t last.”

“Come with me,” I breathed.

And I fell. My orgasm ripped through me, and I cried out. It was loud and uncontrolled and the most incredible feeling. My body quaked and convulsed, and I clung to Tanner for dear life. He fucked me hard and fast, and finally, just before my orgasm started subsiding, he spilled into me, too. We trembled, coming together, so close that we were one body, fused together by the fact that we’d overcome our past, that we’d found each other again.

When he was finished, he collapsed onto the bed next to me and pulled me against him. We both struggled for breath.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re not in pain?” He touched his finger to my head and then to my belly.

I nodded and smiled at him. “I’m fine. I promise.”

He pulled me closer to him and kissed me before I put my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart and the way it beat for me.