Show Me the Way (Fight for Me #1)(58)

Charged.

That current coming alive.

I swore that this girl emitted her own kind of gravity.

I dove back in.

Tasting her mouth.

Her tongue.

Her lips.

Relishing.

Wondering how a single moment could feel this good.

She took a fistful of my hair, nudging me back so she could take the fork and feed me another bite. She watched me chewing while my fingers tapped across the top of her thigh and to the inside. I brushed my fingertips along the edge of the lace that covered her.

A whimper, and she was feeding me more, just as I was pushing those panties aside, exposing her pussy, which was just as delicious as the rest of her. Wet and throbbing. I slicked my fingers through her slit, circling them around her engorged clit, my eyes never leaving her face while I rolled that pie around on my tongue.

“Rex.”

“Yeah?” I rumbled, not minding a bit when she was feeding me another bite. With my free hand, I gripped her knee and hooked her heel on the edge of the table, teasing her the whole time, before two of my fingers were pressing inside the warm well of her body. Her walls clamped down, throbbing and needy. I began to drive them in and out, the girl all spread out on the table, as delectable as her dessert.

She cried out when I pulled my fingers free, and then I watched her eyes glaze over when I dipped those fingers in the pie and lifted it to her mouth.

“Oh . . . God . . . what . . .” It was all a strangle of words as I pressed my fingers between those lush, full lips.

The girl sucked them clean.

“A little dirty and a whole lot sweet. Just the way I thought you’d be,” I said, gruff and hard.

She moaned. The sound vibrated around my fingers, and I ripped them free. In the same second, I was grasping the back of her neck and jerking her forward. I kissed her mad while my fingers went back to work, sliding deep and sure, because shit, I wasn’t leaving this house without driving this girl just as wild as she was driving me.

She gasped when I suddenly had her by the outside of both thighs, spreading her wide. I licked her up and down. Her clit. Her ass. Everywhere in between.

Hands fisted in my hair, and I couldn’t help but smile. She was guiding me to her clit. “Please. I can’t . . . I need you.”

I lapped and sucked as she continued to whisper incoherent words.

Her own kind of praise.

The girl nothing but the tease of perfection that I held in the grasp of my hands.

I pulsed my fingers into her, letting my other hand wander along the crease of her ass, the girl releasing all these shocked sounds of pleasure into the air.

Feeding that gravity.

Making it feel like it just might be impossible for either of us to walk away. She came with a cry. With her fingers curling in my hair. With her heart manic and her breaths harsh.

And mine. Mine ached and wished this chance were one I should actually take.

She slumped forward.

Shaking.

Boneless.

Standing, I slid an arm under her legs and the other under her back, and carried her back upstairs to her room.

The whole way, I prayed I wasn’t making the biggest fucking mistake I’d ever made.





23





Rynna





Shooting upright, I clutched the sheet to my bare chest and struggled to pull in a breath. A deep sense of dread echoed from my bedroom walls. This unsettled feeling that something was off. I squinted through the play of shadows outside my window where daylight slowly breached the sky.

It took me all of two seconds to realize what was amiss.

I was alone.

After what had happened between Rex and I last night, I’d hoped to wake up in the safety of his arms, praying he’d found some of that same security in mine, too. I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt so helpless than when I’d woken to find him flailing and jerking in my bed, lost to some kind of torment I couldn’t understand.

I’d wanted to.

To understand it.

To understand him.

I hungered for him to embrace the feelings that grew between us.

Steadily.

Greedily.

I’d seen it last night, emerging through the storm in his eyes, scaling those fortress walls he built around himself and tumbling free to the other side.

He kept allowing me deeper and deeper, below those layers that fought to remain concealed. Just the same as I allowed him into mine, giving him bits of the horror that had sent me running.

Sliding from my bed, I stood. My attention caught on the small piece of folded paper that had dropped to the floor. It must have been tangled in the sheet. For a moment, I blinked at it, both terrified and eager to read what it might say, before I reached down and tentatively picked it up.

Slowly, I unfolded it, my eyes quick to scan the choppy scratch of handwriting dented on the page.



You are more beautiful than the sun breaking the day. Believe me. This morning, I had the privilege of watching them both, and I didn’t want to stop. Little Thief, what am I going to do with you?





My heavy heart gave, fluttering and flapping, so insanely light. I pressed the letter over the manic thrum, not even attempting to hold back the grin that took hold of my face.

Rynna - Sixteen Years Old



“What are you doing?” Worried confusion streaked through my mind when I entered the back office to clock out. Pepper’s Pies was getting ready to close. The day had been busy, and I was tired and hungry. I’d spent the last six hours rushing around the dining room, taking care of customers, along with Janel and her mother, while Gramma had been in the back with the cook baking.