Surviving Raine (Surviving Raine 1)
“God, Bastian…yes! Please…”
I had no idea what she was begging for, but I went on a hunch and increased my pace – both with my hand and my dick. With small, tight circles I stroked over her clit as she made little gasping sounds, every breath coming out as more of a moan.
My hand moved from her shoulder to the small of her back as Raine’s body twisted into a beautiful arch, her head thrown back – nearly looking up at the ceiling of the shelter. I supported her torso with my hand as she met my thrusts with her hips. She was the most incredible sight I had ever seen.
Her muscles clenched around me…oh, fuck…I loved that feeling! She moaned my name – a long, drawn out sound – and she pushed back against me, pushing me deeper into her with every thrust. I fucking loved the sound of my name – my actual name when she screamed it out. I couldn’t hold back anymore, even if I wanted to.
“Oh, fuck…yeah, oh baby…fuck…” I growled against the skin of her neck. God, she felt so good. I shoved into her harder, thrusting over and over until I held myself against her and came apart with a growl. It didn’t matter how many times I fucked her, every single time felt like this – like heaven. She felt so right wrapped around my cock, it made me wonder how I ever lived without her body as my sanctuary.
Her legs started to give out, and we slowly rolled to our sides. Raine let out a soft hum as I held my hips against her so I wouldn’t slip out. I loved staying inside of her afterwards. Fuck, I could stay here all day long. Fuck her, wait to get hard again, fuck her…straight on until nightfall. I’d have to try that someday soon. I’d suggest it today, but the food was on the other side of the fucking shelter and we hadn’t eaten yet. Maybe if I got everything prepared tonight, we could try it starting tomorrow morning. Yeah – that was a fucking awesome plan.
I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight against my chest. This position offered a very nice bonus – when we were done, I didn’t have to worry about crushing her underneath me. When I was on top, I always flopped on top of her after I came, but she said she liked it so I tried to stop worrying about it. Leaning close to her, I placed one last kiss on her earlobe, sucking it into my mouth for a moment before releasing it. Raine reached up behind her head, twisted to face me, and grabbed my head to pull my mouth to hers.
“Your hair has really gotten long,” Raine said. Her fingers stroked through the strands, and I could definitely notice how much longer it took for her to reach the ends.
“I could try to cut it with my knife,” I said. “Chances are it would be a really, really bad haircut though.”
“Only if you want to.” Raine pushed a chunk of hair off my forehead and then captured all the hair on the sides of my head and pushed it behind my ears. I growled and shook it out, narrowing my eyes at her. Raine bit her lower lip and smiled coyly. “I kind of like it this way.”
“I kind of like your hair spread out all over the ground while you’re lying on your back underneath me.”
“I think I could be bald and you’d still like me that way.”
“Most definitely.” I pushed myself back away from her, forced myself not to pout externally when my dick slipped out of her, and crawled over her before standing up. I grabbed my shorts off the shelter floor and shook them. “You might want to consider getting up. Otherwise, I might eat all the breakfast.”
“I don’t know if my legs will ever work again,” Raine moaned from the mattress.
“Good!” I laughed and pulled my shorts up. “I’ll know just where to find you when I want to fuck you again.”
“Incorrigible!”
“You love me this way,” I laughed and headed out the entranceway.
“I loved doing it that way.” Raine’s eyes looked away as she smiled her shy smile, which made me snicker.
“Oh baby, I’m going to remember that.”
I sauntered out of the shelter feeling about as fucking pleased with myself as I could possibly be. Raine loved the way I fucked her, loved the shower I made for her, and she loved me. We had everything we needed – shelter, water, plenty of food, and each other. This was my paradise. I had no doubt about that. I was finally starting to feel like maybe this was supposed to happen – maybe I was supposed to end up here, with her. Maybe, by some warped, fucked up twist of fate, she was supposed to be mine.
I walked down to the beach, washed off, walked back up towards the shelter, and stirred up the fire a little. I could hear Raine shuffling around inside, probably pulling whatever was for breakfast out of various baskets. I didn’t care what we were going to eat, or even what she was doing. She was here with me, nestled in our own little haven where I could look after her, keep her safe, and love her.
From behind me, I heard a deep, thunderous sound from off in the distance. I knew what it was immediately. I had heard it dozens of times before, right at the end of tournaments located out in the middle of nowhere. Usually I heard it within a couple of minutes
of dropping a lifeless body from my hands. It got louder. Much louder.
Raine came running out of the shelter behind me, still buck naked with her hand raised up over her brows to block the sun from her eyes. The helicopter flew out over the beach, circled around slowly, and came closer to us for another pass. I blinked a couple of times against the bright morning sunshine, focused a little better, and saw a frighteningly familiar hand waving frantically from the side of the craft.
It was John Paul.
We’d been found.
Rescued.
Fuck.
I guess paradise didn’t last forever after all.
Chapter 17 - Shot