Oh my God.
Tears stung the backs of my eyes. I dropped the afghan and moved to her. Then I pulled her little, bony body in my arms and hugged her as tight as I dared.
She hugged me back.
Then she pushed me away, demanding, “Need a refill of tea. And get your boy one. He’s losin’ water.”
I pulled myself together, did as I was told and discovered I was right. Spot was lying in wait, not for cuddles but for blood. I discovered this when he hissed and launched an attack on my ankles the minute I stepped inside.
I stopped and looked down at him. “You don’t fool me, buddy. I know you love me.”
He reared back, hissed again, batted my toes then jerked away. He ran-waddled down the hall and disappeared.
I went to the kitchen, thinking that my days were filled with work and my evenings were filled with Raiden. I needed to figure out how to spend some time with KC so I could share things I needed to share without sharing things I couldn’t, and load up on more resources to fight fire so I’d be prepared when the time came.
Because no matter how good it was, and it was good, always underlying it was the understanding the time would come. I knew because I felt it and my wise grandmother told me.
And I had to be ready.
Chapter Fourteen
Scorched
Sunday evening…
I parked my Z next to Raiden’s Jeep, got out and jogged on my toes to the side steps of his place.
He’d taken off early yesterday morning on unexpected business, which stunk, but he phoned an hour ago saying he’d be home soon and telling me to meet him at his place.
So I’d had my first almost two days without Raiden in a week.
I should have taken this time to phone KC, get her up to speed and load up my resources. More to the point, I should have taken this time to phone my pregnant friend and make sure all was good in her world too. She had a toddler, a husband who worked long hours, a huge house and volunteered at three charities.
Both of us being busy, it wasn’t unusual for days to pass where we didn’t check in, even weeks sometimes. But since she had a lot going on in her life and I did, too, this was not one of those times I should allow things to slide.
I just didn’t do it. I didn’t know why.
Maybe I was holding this time precious.
Maybe I was just an idiot.
I determined I’d call her the next day as I jogged up the steps and stopped outside Raiden’s door.
I knocked, calling, “It’s me!” I turned the knob and stepped in.
Raiden was at the kitchen-ish area wearing cargos, boots and a skintight tee.
My belly fluttered. I smiled and greeted, “Hey,” as I turned and closed the door.
I turned back, saw he’d turned fully toward me and I was about to take a step toward him before he said, “Stop.”
I went still and my head tipped to the side.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“Don’t move until I tell you to and then do exactly what I tell you to do.”
Oh my God.
He was in the mood to play.
Instantly, I felt myself get wet between my legs as my heart started hammering and every inch of my skin began to tingle.
He leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms on his chest, his eyes moving over me. I added my ni**les getting hard to the rest, marveling at the same time, glorying in the fact I had all that from him with a few words and a look from across a room.
As the seconds slid by, my breath began to get heavy.
Suddenly, he asked, “Trust me?”
“Yes,” I answered immediately.
“Then on all fours, baby, crawl to me and do it slowly.”
Oh God.
I didn’t know if I could do that. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t know if I could do it.
I held his eyes.
“Raiden,” I whispered.
“Do you trust me?” he semi-repeated.
I swallowed before I nodded.
“All fours, Hanna. Slow.”
I closed my eyes telling myself this was Raiden. He wouldn’t humiliate me. He wouldn’t debase me. I could trust that he would lead this to something good.
I opened my eyes again, kept them on him and slowly dropped to my knees. Keeping my head back, I fell forward to my hands.
Then, as he asked, slowly, I crawled toward him.
My stomach lurched when I was almost there and he uncrossed his arms and moved toward the bed. Confused, guessing, uncertain I liked this, the word “solitaire” on the tip of my tongue, I followed him.
He stopped at the foot of the bed.
I stopped two feet away from him, neck arched way back, eyes on his.
“Closer, Hanna, then up on your knees,” he ordered.
Fighting my nerves, I moved closer then got on my knees. I still held his gaze but my face was in line with his groin.
Okay, this could be better.
Maybe.
His hands went to his belt but his gaze stayed locked to mine as he pulled himself free.
“Hands on my hips, give me your mouth, honey,” he demanded.
Okay, this was better.
I did as I was told. I opened my mouth in preparation for taking him, but I didn’t give it to him. He took it, sliding inside.
Yes, this was better. So much so, I moaned against his cock.
“Fuck, my girl likes my cock,” he growled, sliding in and out of my mouth. “Hand in your shorts, Hanna. Touch yourself while you suck me off.”
Okay. Yes. Totally.
This was better.
I left one hand at his hip. The other one I used to open my shorts then I slid my hand inside. The minute my fingers touched the slick skin, I whimpered.
I sucked, I licked, I touched myself, my h*ps rolling and pressing into my fingers and I moaned against him. It was good, way good, tremendous and I worked him harder, urging him to take my mouth with my hand it his hip.
“Gentle,” Raiden said, his voice hoarse. “I f**k your face, I do it gentle.” My mouth sucking hard, my eyes lifted to his, he groaned, “Fuck,” and started thrusting into my mouth.
Yes.
I was working him. He was taking my mouth. My fingers were moving as desperately as my h*ps when he pulled out of my mouth and hauled me to my feet.
“Clothes off, now. Everything. Then get ready for me. Hands and knees on the bed.”
Okay. Now this was way better.
Rushing, I carried out his commands.
No sooner was I in place then his c**k slammed into me.
My head flew back and I came.
I wasn’t close to finishing when he pulled out, turned and lifted me and impaled me on his cock. Then I was back to the bed, taking him until he thrust to the root, grinding, and he came for me, his face in my neck, his teeth sinking sharp into my skin.