Her breath tickled my skin as she yawned herself awake. "Do you think my dad will notice if we're not at the brunch? I'd rather just stay here and have sex all day."
I was hungry but my appetite was pointing in a different direction than Eggs Benedict and bacon quiche. "Maybe we could be fashionably late." I smoothed my hand down her back and over her ass.
My cock poked at her belly, and she reached down and curled her fingers around it. I took her face between my hands and kissed her. We'd gone at it like the two people who had played a game of sex tag all day, but after sleeping in the quaint cottage with her nestled next to me, the raw lust had been replaced with a genuine desire to make love to her. I lowered my mouth to her neck and along her throat and down to her breasts. They were the perfect size for her small stature, not too big, not too small and just right for my mouth. I danced my tongue around her nipples. She combed her fingers through my hair and held my head to let me know she was enjoying it.
"Zane," she said quietly, as I kissed her breasts, "why does it feel as if I've known you forever?"
I lifted my mouth back to hers. "Maybe you've just been waiting for me. And maybe I've been waiting for you." I kissed her again and rolled her onto her back. I searched around for one of the condoms I'd tossed on the bed.
Raini stretched her arms up above her head, lifting her breasts higher and arching her body off the mattress as I rolled on the condom. I lowered myself down over her and slid inside of her. She purred contentedly as I rocked back and forth, her pussy taking in more of me each time.
Her lips parted and her breaths quickened as I moved in long sweeping strokes, filling every inch of her and making sure my body rubbed against her clit with each pass.
She reached her hands back and held the top of the pillow as she arched her body to meet mine. "Talk to me, Zane," she whispered.
I lowered my mouth to hers and took her bottom lip gently between my teeth. Then I released it. "Your pussy is pure fucking pleasure, baby. From this minute on, I'm going to see a rain drop and grow hard just thinking about beautiful, fuckable Raini."
She responded to my words by wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my mouth to hers. Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm as we kissed. Her hands smoothed down over my back and she gripped my ass, holding me tighter inside of her. Her legs wrapped around me, and I moved faster.
Raini's thin arms tightened around me. "Yes, baby, fuck yes," she mewled into my ear. The sound of it brought me closer to climax, but I held back waiting for her.
"I haven't set the bar high, Raini. It's you. It's you, baby. It will never be like this with anyone but you."
"Oh, Zane," she ushered on a slow whisper. Then a cry left her lips and her body trembled beneath mine as her pussy clamped down around me, milking my cock to orgasm. I held her and she held me and we came together.
As my body relaxed, her grip on me loosened. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted her to tighten her arms again. I rolled over next to her, and once again, she turned into my arms.
She snuggled her face against me. "Maybe they won't miss us at all."
Chapter Seventeen
Raini
Mindy glanced up from her task of making sure each yellow rose was in precisely the right position in the glazed white vase. The dining room had been transformed into a yellow and white confection with white linens and pastel yellow plates. Towers of red berries had been placed intermittently between the vases of roses.
"Everything looks beautiful, Mindy."
I caught the flash of annoyance before she returned to her task. "No thanks to you," she muttered. "Where were you?"
I badly wanted to just silence her by telling her exactly where I was and what I'd been doing, but I wasn't in the mood to get into an argument with her. We had never gotten along much growing up. We were always too different, and those differences had grown even more apparent in adulthood. "I'm here now. What do you need me to do? Just give me a task."
She placed her hands on her hips and stared down at my boots. "The only thing you need to do is get out of the dining room. You smell like the barn. Get changed. The guests will be coming in for brunch any second."
"Yes, sir," I said with a salute. I turned to leave.
"I saw you walk out of the barn with Zane Bostwick," she blurted before I could leave the room. I stopped and looked back at her.
"Yes, I took him on a horseback ride. A lot of the guests have taken horseback rides."
"Right." She set to work unfolding and folding napkins that were already perfectly folded.
"I'm sorry, Mindy. I never saw one exchange between you two that made it seem you were even the least bit interested in him. I know that was the plan—"
"There was no plan." She shook her head. "He's not my type. He's new to money and he's still crude in his mannerisms. "
"Yes, people who aren't born into money are such brutes."
"I guess that's why you're attracted to him and why he finds you interesting." My sister had the blueblood snob act down to an art.
"Not completely sure of the hidden meaning in that last part, but you are in an especially horrid mood this morning, so I'm going up to change."
A glass slipped and fell to the floor behind me.
Mindy kicked at the shards. "That's your fault. You've been a pain in the ass since the day you were born."
"It's not my fault. It's you obsessing over the table like you obsess over everything. Leave the fucking place settings alone. I'll go get a broom."
"No, just go. It would have been better if you just hadn't shown up this weekend. You bring the family name down. The way you act, the way you dress, the way you sneak off with complete strangers to do who knows what."
If there was one person who was expert at hurting my feelings and making me feel childish and insignificant it was my big sister. She had worked hard at it her whole life. I had no idea why I had always been the target of her attacks, but it seemed I still had the big red bullseye on my forehead. Only this morning, I wasn't going to let her get to me.
I shrugged. "We fucked. There. Now you don't have to use your tiny little imagination to figure it out." I spun around on my boots and stomped out of the room, thankful that the party was coming to an end.
Chapter Eighteen
Zane
Mindy had once again put down her silly name cards on the long table. I was no longer sitting next to her, which worked out best for both of us. But it seemed she'd taken extra care to put her sister at the opposite end of the table. From my seat, I couldn't even catch a glimpse of Raini between the roses and towers of fruit. At least Trey and Georgie were seated next to me. And at least the food was delicious.
Trey made note of me sucking down my food like someone was going to take it away. "Someone worked up an appetite this morning."
"That's because it's not morning. It's almost noon, and unlike you partying lightweights, I was up early." I scooped up some hash browns with a slice of bacon.
"Doing what?"
"Stuff." I shoved the bacon potato combo into my mouth. Trey and Georgie were both waiting for me to elaborate. When I didn't, Trey figured out what stuff meant. Georgie was right behind in her conclusion.
"Never mind." She picked up her orange juice. "We don't need details."
Trey nodded. "That's right." He leaned closer to me and lowered his voice. "Later, I want every damn detail."
"I heard that," Georgie said over her sip of juice.
"It's all in the name of research for the company. You never know where a new box theme will come from." Trey threw out his reasoning, but Georgie just shook her head.
I plucked a strawberry from the tower. "Actually, I've got a new theme. Came to me just this morning."
Trey waited for me to finish my berry. "Well?"
"In a bind. I'm sure you can figure out what would go in the box without me elaborating." Both Trey and Georgie watched me as I reached for another berry.
"Now you are really going to have to fill me in on the details," Trey said. "And I now also know that you haven't been with Carter's daughter."
I looked at him. "Why would you say that?" My mind went straight to the possibility that he had seen Raini with someone else last night or even this morning when I'd gone in to shower. I couldn't remember the last time the cold hand of jealousy had gripped me, but all of a sudden, I was ready to hit someone.
Trey laughed. "Because Mindy doesn't seem like the type of woman who would like to be, as you so poetically put it, in a bind. But then maybe I'm wrong. Were you with her? You could do worse than marrying into the Bonneville family."
The relief I felt made me slouch back against the chair. "No, I wasn't with Mindy."
"Are you going to tell me who it was?"
"Nope."
The brunch lasted a good hour. Then slowly people began making their way to their cars to leave. I'd gone back to the cottage to pack. Aidan had already packed and gone off to say good-bye to Carolyn. In the mix of people and food and clutter, I hadn't gotten close to Raini once, but I had no plans to leave the ranch without talking to her first. I knew she lived near the art college, which was just thirty minutes from Plaything and another ten after that to my apartment. I wanted badly to continue seeing her, but I knew that there was every chance that she had no plans to see me again. I was very likely just an amusement, a distraction from the long weekend with her dad's friends. I had to be ready to face that grim prospect, but I wasn't going to leave without at least letting her know I how felt.