Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Raine arched off the mattress, lifting to meet me stroke for stroke with his legs wrapped around me like a pretzel. He pulled free of my grasp and tugged at my neck, drawing me close. Our mouths were a whisper of a breath apart as he slipped a hand between us to jerk his cock. God, he was so lovely.
Even flat on his back, he was sure and powerful. He wore his beauty casually, no need for armor, artifice, or pretense.
“Mmm, good,” he purred, raking his nails along my side and sucking my bottom lip.
Maybe too good. His eyes took on a glassy, blissed-out look I recognized.
“Don’t come till I say so.” I bit his jaw and rolled sideways to switch our positions. Raine beamed down at me, stretching his arms wide as he waited for instructions. “Ride me.”
“Like this?” He taunted me with the slightest rocking motion as if in retribution for my earlier tease.
“Very funny.” I smacked his arse hard enough to leave a handprint and tipped my chin meaningfully. “Get to it.”
Raine groaned in response and stroked himself in earnest as he bounced on my cock. He tweaked his nipples, chasing a faster rhythm he had no hope in sustaining while precum leaked from his slit. He panted heavily, his cheeks flushed pink from exertion, his swollen lips parted. He lifted his eyes to the ceiling and squeezed them shut.
“Please let me come. I’m too close. I’m going to—”
“Come.” I wrapped my fingers over his and pumped his shaft through an epic orgasm.
And I was right there with him. I held his hips still as I shattered into a million pieces, quaking in the aftermath.
Raine collapsed onto my chest a moment later and burst into laughter. “Oh, my God. Is this really all my cum on your chest?”
“I don’t see anyone else here,” I remarked, combing my fingers through his hair.
“Well, this is awkward. I think I’m stuck to you. We’ll have to find someone to chisel me off your body before my flight tomorrow. I wonder if that’s possible.”
“This is Vegas. Anything is possible.”
We chuckled, carefully disengaging our bodies. I went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up, returning with a warm wet cloth for Raine. He lay with his arms and legs open like a starfish while I wiped the mess of sweat and cum away.
“This is the life,” he hummed, rolling sideways. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I kissed him and pulled the sheet over us.
He couldn’t stay, but I wasn’t ready for good-bye yet either. Five more minutes.
Maybe ten.
“If you’re an eight on the bad-boy scale, I need details. What do you do for a living?” He held a hand up. “Wait. Let me guess. You’re a lawyer or a doctor.”
“No.”
“Hmm. You’re a stockbroker.”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Oh, no. Are you in the British mafia?”
I snorted, tracing a lazy circle along his forearm. “No. I’m in finance and I work an ungodly amount of hours. That’s all I have to say on the topic. Work is extremely stressful at the moment, and it will keep till tomorrow.”
Raine nodded. “You’re right. I don’t want to think about it either. I have no idea what I’ve gotten myself into.”
“You’re not excited about your new job?”
“No, not really.”
“Then why do it? There must be dozens of opportunities for you here.” I pushed a lock of hair from his eyes.
He shrugged and let the silence drift over us like a blanket. “Maybe, but I need a new start and this will be good for me. The thing is…I might be in over my head, and I’m pretty sure I’m totally unqualified.”
“I doubt they’d have hired you if that was the case.”
“My friend helped me get this gig with an overly pumped-up résumé. That’s not as bad as it sounds. I might suck at first, but I’m a quick study. I’m also…a little freaked out about living in another country.”
“Understandable. It’s hard to leave home.” This was my cue to check the time and wordlessly remind my guest that this was not an extended stay visit. Unbelievably, I opened my mouth instead and asked, “Where are you from?”
“I’ve lived in LA for ten years, but I’m originally from a teeny tiny town called Truth or Consequences. It’s so small you need a magnifying glass to find it on a map,” he joked.
“Truth or Consequences,” I repeated, furrowing my brow. “Is that a real place or a symbolic state of mind?”
Raine snickered. “It’s real. It’s in New Mexico.”
“Ah. I’ve never been.” And I didn’t care to change that. I also didn’t care about his friends, his family, his aspirations, health, or well-being. He didn’t matter to me. He was a pretty diversion, an accidental acquaintance…not a friend. But something must have been wrong with me because inexplicably, I couldn’t shut up. “What’s it like?”