Rain Shadow(30)

“God, Angel, your mouth is like fucking heaven.”

The solid, hot feel of him in my hands coupled with the rough, urgent sound of his voice made me moist with desire. I brought him close to the edge, but my own greed kept me from finishing. I wanted him between my legs. His body tensed as I drew my mouth and hand away, and he looked up at me with an unfocused gaze. I pushed the condom on and climbed over him. I pressed my palms down over his hands as I slid down over his cock. The second I released him, he reached down and grabbed my ass. He pulled me down harder over him. We moved against each other. His fingers pressed into my flesh, and my pussy splintered into a million pieces as he thrust harder into me. He held me tightly over him as we climaxed together.

I dropped down next to him and he pulled me into his arms. “Gee, that just never gets old,” I said.

His deep laugh bounced off the walls. “Every time feels like the first time. Oh wait, that’s not true. The first time was in a girl’s old playhouse, and it wasn’t all that great.”

I looked up at him. “Holy shit, how old were you?”

“I was fifteen and she was seventeen. I’d ridden over on my skateboard to see her. We were hanging out in her backyard, talking and flirting. Her old playhouse was sitting there in the corner of the yard beneath a giant avocado tree. Just seemed as good a place as any. Especially because her mom was inside cooking dinner. She might have noticed if we’d gone at it on the back lawn. It was pretty cramped quarters and it smelled like melted crayons. My naked ass landed right on her doll tea set. Smashed the hell out of the tea cups and ended up with a circle shaped cut on my butt cheek. But even under those harrowing conditions, it was worth it. At least to me.”



I lowered my head to his shoulder. “A fifteen year old virgin? How long— ten seconds?”

“Maybe five? She was pretty disappointed, but I walked out of that Strawberry Shortcake playhouse like a fucking rooster on steroids.”

I laughed and snuggled against him. There were so many moments like this in our days, moments where it was easy to believe that nothing else existed outside of the cozy walls of my cabin. I closed my eyes. “Wonder what time it is,” I said sleepily. Then my eyes popped open. “I don’t smell anything.”

“Thanks,” Luke said, “good to know.”

“No, I mean it seems like Gracie should have started up the griddles already.” I got up and plucked my shorts off the ground. He propped up an elbow and watched me dress. Even that simple gesture stirred me. “Sometimes Gracie sleeps deeply. I’m glad she’s been resting so much. I’ll go prod her awake.” I finished dressing and smiled down at the boots that were already on my feet. “That’s convenient. So— scrambled, fried or sunny side up?”

Luke groaned and rolled down onto his back. “I just wish those fucking chickens were laying cheeseburgers instead of eggs.”





Chapter 10

Luke

I pulled on my jeans and shoes. Angel disappeared into the kitchen as I stepped out onto her porch. Jericho was heading across the yard, looking as if he was bursting with information. I hoped it had to do with some kind of truce and an end to the compound’s lockdown. Angel was anxious to get her aunt to a doctor. And since the whole lockdown had been my fault, I felt doubly crappy about it.

“Where’s Angel?” Jericho looked past me as if he expected her to step out behind me.

“She went over to wake Gracie from her nap. What’s up?”

“All kinds of heavy shit going down.”

“Yeah?” I walked down the steps. “Did Dreygon finally reach the Bent for Hell president? What the hell’s his name?” I still tried my best to look completely novice in the MC world.

“Griffin. And there’s a reason Dreygon hasn’t been able to contact him. It’s the same reason we haven’t seen any form of retaliation. Some of our members in Reno said a few of the Bent for Hell crew got taken in for questioning. And you’ll never guess for what.”

I shrugged. “Drugs?”

“Nope. They found the remains of a narc, a DEA agent somewhere near Tahoe.”

Behind these walls, I’d perfected my ‘whatever’ expression, but the wind had been knocked from me and it took me a second to compose myself.

“I know, big stuff, huh?” Jericho took my change in demeanor as a ‘wow that’s unbelievable’ reaction.

“Yeah, big stuff,” the words barely cracked out of my throat, but Jericho was no longer paying attention to me. He stared over my shoulder at something behind me. His brow creased. “What the hell is wrong with Evie?”