Surviving Raine (Surviving Raine 1)

“Jealous?” I snorted. I wasn’t fucking jealous…was I?

“You are, aren’t you?”

“I’m not, I’m just…I just…I…I don’t want to share you!”

“Oh, Bastian!” Raine let out another long, exasperated sigh. “Going home is going to be really hard for you, isn’t it?”

“You’re my home,” I said quietly. A big fucking knot crawled up my throat and lodged itself there. I tried to take a deep breath, but it hurt.

“Then you know where your home is,” Raine said. Her hand reached up and touched my cheek, and my hardened walls crumbled instantly with her touch. She took another step closer. “I know you’ve lost your home. I know you’ve lost every home you’ve ever had, Bastian, but you aren’t going to lose me just because we’re in a different place. I can still be your home.”

With her fingers tracing circular patterns over my cheek, I gazed at her and tried to understand. She was telling me it wasn’t over. I could still be with her. She wasn’t telling me to go away – she was letting me stay.

“But…where would we…um…live? I mean…would you want me to? Live with you, I mean?”

“Yes,” Raine said definitively. “You can stay in my house, at least for now. We have time, Bastian. We have time to figure out exactly what comes next. I don’t have all the answers right now either, but I know whatever happens, I want you there with me.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do!” Raine shook her head and laughed once, though there was no humor in the sound. She reached up, taking my face in her hands. “You adorable, wonderful, overreacting man. I always want you with me. If you don’t want to come to Ohio…well, I’ll go where you want to go, then.”

“You would?”

“Anywhere.” Raine leaned forward and raised herself up while she pulled me down to her. Her lips brushed mine, and all the words she had just spoken marched around in my head, creating little military formations and eventually firing a twenty-one-gun clue into my brain.

My hands found her hips, pulled her to me, and held her tight. I opened my mouth, my tongue seeking hers. She opened to me, kissing me harder and running her hands up into my hair. In a complete storm of an indescribable group of feelings, I grabbed her hips, pulled her up and slammed her against the wall of the dressing room. I didn’t stop kissing her – I just kept going while my hands found their way under the sheer skirt she had tried on. My lips moved across her face, down her throat, then back up again.

“I like skirts,” I growled into her ear as my hand gripped her bare thigh. Trailing up a little farther, I met with silken panties. I gripped one side of them tightly in my fist before ripping them off.

“Bastian! I haven’t even bought those yet!”

“I’ll replace them,” I promised. My mouth found her neck again while my hand reached between her legs, finding her sex hot and wet. Had there ever been a time she wasn’t ready for me? “And I’ll tear those fuckers off, too.”

Raine’s giggle turned into a moan as I opened the front of my shorts quickly and slammed into her without warning. Holy fucking shit, it felt like it had been days instead of hours since I had been buried inside of her. It was home. It was heaven. And it was the only place I had ever truly belonged.

“I just couldn’t stand it, Raine…” I mumbled into her ear.

“What, Bastian?”

“You…not being mine. I can’t stand the thought. It fucking kills me to think that you’re not mine anymore.”

“I’m still yours,” Raine said, her fingers gripping the back of my head, holding my mouth to hers. “Always yours…that hasn’t changed.”

“Everything’s changed,” I whispered into her mouth, my eyes squeezing shut against the sudden pain throughout my body. I slammed her up against the wall, thrusting into her again and again, terrified that this might be the last time I ever touched her like this.

“Only the outside has changed,” Raine said. She cupped my face in her hands and held me fast – forcing me to look into her eyes even as I continued to fuck her against the wall. I don’t know how she managed to speak so coherently with me fucking her like that, but she did. “Do I feel different inside?”

“You feel…fucking…incredible,” I growled, shoving my hips harder against her.

“Inside everything is still the same,” she told me. “Everything I feel for you is on the inside, Bastian. Only what’s outside has changed. Inside, I still love you. I’m still yours.”

I tucked my head against her shoulder, hiding my face in her hair. One of my hands traced up her side and brushed the curve of her breast while the other gripped her ass firmly and lifted it to meet my body every time I pushed forward.

“I can’t lose you,” I cried into her hair. “I just can’t, Raine…it would fucking kill me if I lost you.”

“I’m right here, Bastian…oh God!”

“The whole store can fucking hear you,” I growled into her ear. “I bet they know my cock’s in you just from the way you say my name…oh, fuck…Raine!”