Page 60 of Breakaway

His nose scrunches in mock regret as he mutters, “Should’ve thought that through, and maybe I wouldn’t be vying for your attention.” He chuckles, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“You have my attention, Raiden,” I promise him, my hand settling against his side. But…”

“I’m not the only one,” he finishes for me. I wince, knowing I can’t deny his claim.

“I’m sorry,” I respond weakly. “I love you so much, Raiden. But I think I love them, too.” He inhales raggedly, then takes a step back. That tiny amount of space he puts between us feels like a chasm. I steel my spine, waiting for the inevitable moment he breaks my heart. Not that I can blame him; I can’t even begin to fathom how painful it’d be if our roles were reversed and he was the one telling me he had feelings for three other women. I practically had a breakdown when I thought he was involved with his sister.

For fucksake, Andi. You really know how to get yourself into the deepest of shits.

“Minha luz, not a single thing about our journey to this point has been conventional. I’ve already concluded that I’ll have to share your affections if I want to remain a part of your life. So let me be perfectly clear.” Raiden takes another step back, his fingers slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt to reveal a drool-worthy abdomen. Chef’s kiss to his parents for creating such a masterpiece. “Would I prefer to be the only one who knows your body intimately? Obviously. Is the fact that I’m not going to deter me from claiming every inch of you? Not a chance in hell. Strip, minha luz.”

I gawk at him, completely taken aback by his response and take-charge attitude, even though I shouldn’t be. Raiden has always possessed a level of dominance that calls to me, urging me to drop my troubles at his feet and quieting the incessant chattering inside my head. Doing as instructed, I slowly lift the baggy T-shirt over my head. It belongs to Briggs, and something about that excites me. I’m not sure what it says about me that I’m turned on even more by the knowledge that Raiden is divesting me of another man’s clothes, but I’ll revisit that revelation another day. I’m braless, so when I drop the fabric to the floor, I’m completely bare aside from the plain black panties I’m donning. In a moment of insecurity, I drape an arm across my chest, feeling exposed and less attractive in my current state.

“Don’t hide from me,” Raiden insists, stepping closer to free my breasts and stroke his thumb across my nipple. I whimper, overly sensitive and desperate for his touch. “You’re perfect. Every inch of you.” His fingers trace a path down my side and across my stomach, emphasizing the change my body has undergone in such a short amount of time. Dropping to his knees, a position that’s becoming rather common for him, he gently slides my underwear off. With his face perfectly placed in front of my center, he leans forward and runs his tongue along my slit.

“Raiden!” The unexpected move catches me off guard, my fingers twining in the short strands of his hair as my entire body is inundated with pleasure.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven, minha luz. Come fuck my face, baby.” He tugs me closer, his hands gripping my ass as he places one of my legs over his shoulder, baring me to his waiting mouth.

He wastes no time with pleasantries or easing me into this abrupt shift in our relationship. The way his tongue moves can only be likened to a starving man finally indulging in the meal he’s been fantasizing about for months on end. Sliding his hand down the back of my leg, his thumb probes my entrance from behind, barely entering me. He dips the digit in and out, teasing me with the idea of something filling me but leaving me wanting. The moment he presses in a little bit farther, his tongue flicks my clit in a series of rapid strokes. I come screaming his name, my legs turning to jello as I rock my hips against his mouth, dragging out the aftershocks. I can now confirm that his stubble feels deliciously decadent against my sex.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my face like you own it,” Raiden rasps, his voice drenched with need. I tighten my fingers in his hair and yank his head away when the drag of his tongue becomes too much. He groans, those dark brown eyes rolling in ecstasy, clearly enjoying a bite of pain with his pleasure. “In the shower, minha luz. I’m not even close to being done with you. I won’t ever be.” Unable to deny this man a single thing, I follow his lead, surprised there’s any hot water left.

35

Raiden

Am I fucking dreaming?

I think I’ve asked myself that question a million times since Andi and I crashed into one another at the Farmer’s Market, wondering if I hallucinated our improbable meeting and all the events that have followed as a result. But her skin beneath my fingers, so soft and real, confirms that this is actually happening. The woman of my dreams is granting me access to not only her hot little body, but her battered heart that has every reason to be wary. I’d forfeit my life before ever breaking the trust she’s given me.

“Raiden, please,” Andi whines while chasing my touch, despite the orgasm I just gave her.

“What is it, minha luz?” I pepper her neck with soft, barely there kisses. “What do you need?” Her back is to my chest, so I take advantage of our positions, running my hands over her breasts and down to the baby bump she’s insecure about. Dipping lower, I slide my finger through the slick lips of her pussy, my dick twitching when I recall how tightly she’d squeeze my thumb during her orgasm. Andi reaches back, her fingers wrapping around me like a vise. I hiss, pinching her clit in retaliation.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers, curling forward to escape the bite of pain.

“Answer the question,” I demand, easing back on the pressure until I’m lightly stroking her abused pussy. “What do you need, baby? You’re not going to get it until you tell me.”

“I need you inside of me,” she admits, her breaths coming in choppy pants.

“Is that so?” I question, tracing my finger around her entrance but never giving her what she wants. My eyes catch on the faint bruising at the bend of her neck and shoulder that looks suspiciously like teeth marks. “Minha luz…” I start, tempering the rage I feel from seeing another man’s claim blemishing her perfect skin. “Who’s responsible for this?” I trace the outline with my tongue, the stiffening of her posture making it obvious she knows exactly what I’m talking about.

“Tell me,” I demand, not giving her a chance to give me some bullshit excuse.

“Briggs,” Andi whispers, but if I’m being honest with myself, I knew the answer before I bothered to ask. Possessive bastard. I suppose that like recognizes like, though, which is why I’m frothing at the mouth to leave my own mark.

“When?” I demand, my tone firm but soft.

“At Covey, during Hudson’s therapy session.” She visibly cringes. “In the family bathroom.” A low growl escapes me, annoyed that the two of them were so fucking hot for each other they couldn’t wait to be alone, but relief washes over me when I realize it didn’t happen here, inside my home.

“Have you fucked him in my bed?” I draw my tongue along the edge of her ear, relishing the shiver it elicits.

“Never,” she states adamantly.

“Mmmm,” I hum, not bothering to acknowledge her answer, because it’s only a matter of time before it happens. If we’re doing this, there’s no room for jealousy. But the rational side of my brain is still trying to come to terms with such an unconventional arrangement, and that’s if the others are even interested. “What did you do, then?” She stiffens once more, my intrusive questions bordering on inappropriate, but what better time to test the waters. If I can’t handle hearing about it, I sure as fuck won’t be able to witness it.

“He fucked me with his fingers until I came so hard I saw stars,” she deadpans. “Is that what you wanted to hear?” She turns, glaring at me hotly.