She cried out in pleasure as he sucked on her flesh, his teeth grazing her in the most devastating way. “Yes, Rafe, take me,” she demanded. Now that the tables were turned, she wanted nothing but his strong, thick manhood inside her.
Right now!
“Oh, no, Ari. I want your taste on my tongue. I want to make you sweat like you did to me, tit for tat,” he said as his lips moved down her back, causing goose bumps to spring out across her skin.
His tongue trailed down her spine, and his fingers ran beneath the elastic of her panties. Then he nipped the skin at the top of her bu**ocks, squeezing them in his hands as his mouth trailed down each side.
His hot breath nearly caused her to overheat when he lifted her hips, placing her on her knees before him, his mouth never leaving her skin.
Spreading her thighs, he ran his tongue down the seam of her thong panties, his hot mouth licking her core through the fabric.
“Take them off,” she demanded, but he ignored her words. His mouth lavished attention on the outside of her core, sucking the swollen lips into his mouth before releasing them and running his tongue along the fabric again, then biting one buttock.
“I’m in charge now, Ari. You will do what I say,” he said, authority clearly in his tone, making her stomach squeeze tight.
She felt the bed shift as he rose above her, then she gasped when she felt his thickness cradled in the cleft of her backside as he ran its head all the way down, then rested it on the outside of her core.
She jerked her h*ps toward him, wanting him inside her now. How had she ever thought she’d win this game? She’d known she wouldn’t. This was what she’d wanted all along. She’d wanted him taking charge, owning her body.
His hand came down in a light slap on her derrière. “That’s payback,” he said as his fingers gripped her h*ps tightly while he pushed against her.
Even the slight sting excited her. She’d known the door she was opening, and she was more than willing to step through it. Rafe would never hurt her, never do more than she wanted. With a startling realization, she knew beyond a doubt that she trusted him.
“Mmm, I’ll have my turn again,” she promised.
Rafe laughed a pure, deep, beautiful sound. “I’m sure you will,” he admitted.
Then the fabric of her panties tore, and there was no more speaking. His arousal was poised at her core, and she pushed against him, frustrated when he didn’t thrust forward.
“Who’s in charge, Ari?” he asked, his voice deceptively quiet.
“I am,” she stubbornly answered, then groaned when he pulled back.
“Wrong answer, Ari. Who’s in charge?” he asked again.
She knew this was a pivotal moment, a moment she could either go forward and have pure pleasure, or stubbornly defy him and be left aching. There was no doubt.
“You, Rafe,” she cried, silently adding for now, then lost her breath when he slammed fully inside her.
So deep. He was so deep, stretching the swollen folds of her core with his thickness.
Before she could draw in needed air, he pulled out and slammed into her again, his h*ps hitting against her backside, rocking her forward with the force of his thrusts.
She came undone, her body letting go in releases of wave after wave of pleasure. He continued thrusting inside her, rocking forward slowly as he helped draw out her orgasm, which continued on and on.
When he felt her grip let go, he grabbed her h*ps hard again and began thrusting with new momentum, his h*ps slapping her ass as he groaned.
“So tight. Such a good fit. You are so hot,” he growled as he thrust in and out of her, building her up to her second release. Yes, Rafe could make her come repeatedly, make her body sing until there was nothing left inside her.
Only Rafe.
When he bent over her, his hands coming around to hold the weight of her swaying br**sts, Ari let go again, her body convulsing around him, making him stiffen as he cried out his own pleasure.
She felt him pulsing inside her, felt the strong stream of his release wash through her. Yes, this was what she wanted.
This pleasure — day and night — forever.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Rachel
Rachel looked at the stick again and then at the box. Not believing what she was seeing, she looked at the three other similar sticks.
“No. No. No. We were careful,” she said to herself.
Looking down at the four different brands of pregnancy tests, she was horrified to discover that they were all saying the exact same thing.
She was going to have a baby.
“This can’t be happening.”
She knew that talking to herself probably wasn’t the best idea in her current situation — she was already freaking out horribly — but she needed to say the words, needed to hear them.
Yes, she’d had an affair with a stranger, but they’d used protection every single time. Every time! How could she possibly have gotten pregnant?
In the back of her head, she could hear her eighth-grade health teacher preaching that condoms weren’t foolproof prevention against pregnancy — that accidents could and did happen and you could get pregnant or catch a disease even when using them.
But she’d been careful.
It didn’t matter that she knew the facts of life. She was in no way ready to be a mother. How could she possibly raise another human being when she wasn’t grown up herself? She might be twenty-six now, but that was still young.
First, she was supposed to prove herself by having a dream job, which turned out to be anything but a dream. She absolutely hated it, which didn’t help. Next, in her idea of what the future held, she was going to be on her own, no parents or siblings interfering in her life, and take some time to really live it up.
When all of that was finished, she would consider entering a serious relationship. She even had it written on paper. Nowhere in any of her plans did a baby enter into the picture. Especially with a stranger for whom she didn’t even have a last name.
Oh, her parents were going to kill her. Rafe was going to kill her. She was going to murder herself!
Looking again at the tests, anger rose inside her, and then died down. There was no use in crying about it, or berating herself. The situation was as it was. She wouldn’t even consider ending the pregnancy, and she knew she couldn’t give the child up, so it appeared that she was going to be a single mother.
After the initial shock and disappointment wore off, she knew she’d have the full support of her family. They were always there for each other, even when one of them royally screwed up. Not that any of them had done something this foolish.