Show Me the Way (Fight for Me 1)

My hands trailed down that body. That body that had taunted me since the moment I’d seen her come barreling out of her grandmother’s door. I traced her shoulders, moving across the hollow of her throat, trailing down her chest.

Maybe I’d known it then. That this girl would wreck me. Because I could feel myself coming apart. Piece by piece.

She sighed a barely audible, “Yes.”

Fuck.

What was I doing?

But my dick was so on board, and all the reasons this was the damned worst idea I’d had in years went galloping into the distance.

I palmed one of those gorgeous tits, her nipple firm beneath the thin fabric of her tank.

She gasped and pushed harder into my touch.

“Shit,” I muttered. Maybe it was that very second that insanity took me over, because I didn’t care that we were outside. That someone might hear us.

Instead, I edged back to look at her where she writhed against the grill of my truck, her chest arching with her need for me, her lips swollen and sweet.

Everything shook around me.

An earthquake.

Trembling and cracking and crumbling.

I yanked down the collar of her tank and exposed her.

She was braless. Her tits just shy of a handful, skin so smooth, nipples a dusky pink and pebbled tight.

“Gorgeous,” I rumbled before I ducked down to lap at the peak, drawing her rosy nipple between my teeth.

She drove her fingers in my hair. Pulling. Begging. “Rex. Oh my God . . . please.”

I growled, my mouth moving upward through the valley of her chest, my nose nudging beneath her chin to grant me access to the snowy skin of her neck.

Her pulse beat an erratic, unsteady thrum.

I latched on to it. Sucking her flesh into my mouth as I slipped my hand down her side, over her hip, and down to her knee. I hooked her leg around my waist, all too quick to press my eager dick to the overwhelming heat that blazed from her pussy.

Barely a hint of her through her sleep pants and underwear, but I nearly came right there.

It’d been so long. So fuckin’ long, and I was losing my grip, sanity just slipping out of my reach.

I kept rocking my cock covered by my jeans against her clit, loving the way she moaned and whimpered my name, the girl struggling to stay quiet so her moans weren’t carried on the wind.

Shit.

It was so sexy, the girl in the spotlight of the breaking day.

I wanted to tear every scrap of clothes from our bodies and sink all the way in.

Disappear in that tight heat of her body.

I bit down on her collarbone as I thrust against her like some teenaged kid who’d never gotten his dick wet.

But that was what it felt like.

Like I was coming up on something great.

Something bigger than I understood.

Every muscle in Rynna went tight, and she sucked a sharp breath into her lungs before she started quaking all around me.

She did her best to stifle a deep moan while she came right there against my truck.

Her knees went weak while I continued to work myself against her hot body, wondering just how far I was going to let this madness go.

It only took the weak cry floating from Frankie’s room for me to find that answer.

For me to come tumbling back down to reality.

To the truth of who I was. To my responsibilities.

I edged back, fighting the dread that spiked like barbs at the base of my throat.

“Shit.” I shook my head, trying to orient myself. To rip myself from her body. I stepped back, my body still raging, barely able to look at her after the shit I’d just pulled.

Rynna reached for me with a trembling hand. “Rex . . .”

How was it possible that I saw understanding flash through her expression?

“I’m so fucking sorry, Rynna. God, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

Rynna resituated her clothing, stepping back out onto the walkway, all lit up in the new day laying siege to the summer sky. For a moment, she just stared back at me. That energy flickered in the air. The softest smile rimmed her mouth. “You don’t have to be.”

Then she turned and crossed the street while I stood there like a fool, staring at the spot she’d just left vacant.

I guessed maybe that was what I’d always been.

A fool.

Shaking myself off, I rushed back up the steps and inside.

“Daddy.” The tiny cry filtered down the hall, and I reined in all the emotions and locked them there where they belonged.

Because just like I’d told Kale, I only needed one girl in my life.

And right then?

My girl needed me.

The doorbell rang. The words to the book I’d been reading Frankie trailed off. Instantly, my breaths turned shallow, my heart skyrocketing with a boom.

God. I really had lost it, my mind and body still reeling from whatever the fuck it was I’d thought I was doing earlier this morning when I’d had Rynna up against my truck.