Hard Raine (3 page)

Lana

Now…

Raine stands up and fastens his pants, then holds out his hand to me.  I take it and without thinking, I twine my fingers through his tightly, then follow him as he leads me to the bedroom.

By now I know he’s putting up a false front. He knows exactly who I am, though I’m not sure why he hasn’t acknowledged me yet. I haven’t changed beyond recognition in the past ten years, and what Raine and I had…it wasn’t the kind of thing one simply forgets.  Lord knew I’d been unable to.

For so many reasons.

He leads me to the bedroom and I stand before him naked, awaiting his next directive.  I’ll go along with this charade for now in order to see what his intentions are.

I patiently wait for him to tell me what to do, but he just stands there looking in my eyes, then his gaze travels down my naked body. The entire time, his expression is unreadable.

Then he puts a hand on either side of my face, leans in and presses his lips to mine.

A simple kiss is the last thing I expected from him, and the jolt of his lips against mine flows like an electric current through my body. Or perhaps not electric so much as magnetic.  It’s an escapable pull that draws me to him.  Real and raw, rendering me powerless against it.

I kiss him back with passion, running my palms up his biceps and letting them settle on his powerful shoulders. 

One of his hands moves to cup the back of my neck.  I lean in and press my breasts against him, eager for more contact.  I only wish he was naked too so I could feel him skin to skin.

“Easy baby, we have all night,” he murmurs against my lips.

But I can’t wait.  There’s too much fabric between us.  I reach up and begin to unbutton his white dress shirt.

I have no idea how he’ll react to my forwardness.  Whether he’ll punish me again for not following his commands.  But it’s worth the risk to feel his skin against mine.  It’s something I’ve fantasized about for the last ten years, and having him so close, I can’t wait any longer.

He does nothing to still my hands, only nips my bottom lip as I fumble to open the buttons. 

Halfway through my efforts, he reaches down and quickly unfastens the rest.  Then without breaking the kiss, I reach up and pull his shirt down his powerful arms.

His shirt falls to the floor, and I grip his biceps, which feel both familiar yet strange.  The last time I saw Raine he had the lanky body of a teenager.  Now he’s all man.  My fingers play over the muscles of his shoulders and arms, then his perfectly defined pecks.  Then they travel down across the ridges of his abs, then lower, to the large column beneath this fly.

I know I’m being forward, and I half expect him to grab my hand and administer another punishment.  But once again Raine surprises me.  His hands still cradle my face, and then he sighs against my mouth, kissing me deeper.

I smooth my palm over the massive erection I’d been working over with my mouth just moments before, hungry to feel it again. 

Truth be told, as a date for hire—a nice way of putting what I do for a living—I’ve only been able to survive by shutting a part of myself down completely before an encounter.  Going to some distant part of my mind and turning my feelings off.  Becoming someone else. 

But for the first time in years—ten years, if I’m being honest—everything inside me is
on
.  Fumbling to get his pants down, I realize I want this even more than he does.

I feel him smile against my lips.  Just a hint of a smile, but once again, it’s a gentler reaction than I expected.  Then he helps me remove his pants and boxer briefs, and we’re both naked. At last he pulls out of our kiss and lowers me to the bed.

He prowls over me, a softness in his eyes I hadn’t seen since coming here, and brushes a strand of hair from my face.  I spread my legs in invitation, but he leans down and whispers in my ear, “Not yet. Let me taste you first.”

He moves down my body, and suddenly I’m awash in warm waves of pleasure as his tongue strokes up and down the seam of my sex.  His fingers part my folds, and his tongue dances over my opening and my clit. 

I reach down and caress his dark hair, and he puts his hand under both my knees and guides my legs upward.

When my outstretched legs form a V in the air, he plants his hands under my ass cheeks and lifts me off the bed. The position gives him greater access to my opening, which he’s now plundering with his tongue.  He’s not just tasting me though.  He’s fucking me with his tongue. 

His tongue plunges in and out, stroking the entrance to my channel, while his lips create the most delightful sensations on my outer folds. 

Fuck, he’s good. 

I haven’t been worked like this since…well, since him.

Soon his tongue begins a new dance, stroking up and down my seam, pausing from time to time to delve inside me or circle my clit. 

I cry out with abandon as he holds my ass in his hands and feasts on me.  It’s when his thumbs come up and part my folds, spreading me completely for him, that I break apart.

As his tongue plunges into me, the orgasm blasts up my spine and a loud cry tears from my throat.  Waves of bliss wash over me again and again, so exquisite it hurts. 

His mouth is in synch with my release, plunging and dipping and coaxing my orgasm higher.

And when it finally recedes, he’s prowling over me.  “Please,” is all I can manage, though I’m not even sure what I’m begging him for.

His lips meet mine, and I taste my own nectar on his kiss, fueling my desire higher.

And then in one deep thrust of his hips, I’m filled with him.  His enormous girth stretches me wide.  And as he begins a slow push-pull rhythm, I luxuriate in the way his cock caresses me.  The thick ridge of his tip glides up and down my channel in a delectable massage.

He flexes his hips again and again, taking my hands in his and twining his fingers through mine.  Then he raises my hands firmly over my head and pins me in place.  His powerful chest brushes against the tight buds of my nipples with each stroke, and when I look up at him, his beautiful brown eyes are boring into mine. 

We don’t break eye contact as his thrusts deepen. Soon he’s pounding into me, and the only sound is our mingled breaths. 

Again and again he curls his body into mine.  It’s as if every surge of his hips is reclaiming some lost part of me, making me his.

A low growl forms in his throat, and he delivers one last brutal stroke before flooding me with heat.

The feel of his seed washing through me is all it takes for me to explode again.  As his hot liquid pumps through me in powerful jets, my body shatters into a million pieces.  I cry out at the ceiling, bucking beneath him, while his hands pin me tight against the mattress.

Then the pleasure recedes once again, leaving us panting in each other’s arms.

He leans down and rests his forehead against mine, our gazes locked once again.  “Lovely Lana,” he whispers as he places his hand on my face and strokes my cheek with his thumb.

“Raine,” I whisper back, and press my lips to his. 

Lana

Then…

Summer vacation.  And with it comes long days lying next to the pool at Raine’s mansion. 

He wasn’t exaggerating about his foster parents never being home.  Summer vacation’s been in swing for almost a month and I have yet to see them.  Apparently his adoptive mother, Missy Everly, spends most of her time in Aspen and Miami, and his adoptive father, Rupert Everly, is constantly traveling all over the world on business.

Rupert’s company is Raine’s only reason for being here.  It’s what gave him access to this amazing life. 

Apparently Rupert Everly needed an heir to take over for him someday, but he couldn’t have children of his own.  Raine wasn’t sure why, only that it had something to do with a horse riding accident when he was younger.

Regardless, it’s clear that he and his wife didn’t take Raine in because they wanted a child to nurture and love.  Raine is there to play the role of family successor. To keep his father’s legacy alive after he’s gone.  That’s Raine’s one and only purpose for being here.

But I don’t feel sorry for Raine.  Just the opposite.  He gets to live in an enormous eleven-bedroom mansion on the most exclusive part of the Maine coast with access to a private beach
and
a pool.  Not to mention a housekeeper and a cook to cater to his every whim—
and
his own chauffer to take him anywhere he wants to go.

And all this without having to deal with foster parents. If only I could be so lucky.

I wasn’t sure how my foster family would react to my going over a boy’s house every day, and I didn’t want to risk them getting into my business.  So I told them I joined the track team at school and had to spend all summer practicing in order to get my running time down.

Then every day, I dress up in running gear and jog around the corner, where Raine waits for me on his motorcycle with that killer smile. 

In other words, it’s turning out to be the most amazing summer of my life.

As we lay by the pool taking in the sun and reading the trashy magazines I brought over, I hear the housekeeper approaching from behind us. 

“I brought you kids sandwiches and lemonade,” she says, setting a silver tray heaped with goodies on the table between our lounge chairs.

“Thank you, Mirabeth,” I say, and Raine echoes the same thing. 

“It’s so nice that Raine has a friend over,” she says. “Let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

“Thank you, Mirabeth,” Raine says. “That will be all.”

“
That will be all
,” I mimic once she’s out of earshot.  “I know you’re rich and everything, but why so formal?”

He shrugs.  Like me, he’s wearing sunglasses, so it’s hard to read his expression. “She’s nice and all, but she asks a lot of questions.  I think she knows the Everly’s are never here and she’s trying to fill some kind of parental void for me.  Which is nice, don’t get me wrong.”  He takes his glass of lemonade from the tray and sips it through the straw.  “But I’ve never had parents and I’ve never wanted them.  I can look out for myself just fine.”

“Yeah, me too.” I say, taking a bite of my sandwich.  “I can’t wait to get the hell out of that house I’m in and go to college, where I can finally be on my own.”

He tilts his sunglasses down, assessing me. “Why are you in such a hurry to leave? You said your foster family was perfectly nice.”

I turn away and stare out at the pool, painfully blue under the summer sun. “They are, I’m just over being in someone else’s care.”

Silence settles between us, then he asks, “What do you want to go to college for?”

I think about it for a long time. “I don’t know yet,” I finally say, reaching for my lemonade and taking a sip. “All I know is that I want to be a career woman. I see myself coming home after a long day, wearing a women’s business suit—the kind with the blazer and the skirt. Then I get home to my neat, perfectly-decorated little condo. I kick off my high heels, settle down on the couch and pull some papers out of my briefcase.  Then my smokin’ hot fiance calls and asks what I’m doing that night and I’m like ‘I have
so
much work to do, I don’t even know where to start.’ Then he’s like ‘let me come over and bring some wine and give you a foot massage before you dig into all that work.’”

I cut my eyes over to Raine, who has a hint of a smile on his face. “You’ve really thought that out, huh?”

I shrug self-consciously.  “That’s the life I want, but I have no idea how to get it. I mean, do I want to be a lawyer or an advertising manager or a human resources executive?”  I shrug again. “I have no clue.”

“You’ll figure it out,” he says. “You’re wicked smart—you’ll be able to do anything you want.”

“What about you?” I ask.

“Business school at my adoptive father’s alma matter.  It’s part of the whole deal.”  He casually waves a hand over the pool and toward the gorgeous white mansion behind us.  “All I have to do is get good grades, keep my head down and follow in his footsteps, and this will all be mine someday.  And in the meantime, I’ll get to benefit from it like a real son would.”

“And that’s what you want?” I ask. “Business school at the college your father is picking out for you?”

“Why not?” he says. “In all honesty, I feel lucky to be here.  The Everly’s aren’t exactly warm and fuzzy people, but my situation could be a lot worse.  If they want me to be a good little doobie and go to business school, then I’m happy to oblige.”

“Did you just say ‘
a good little doobie
?’” I ask, breaking into laughter. “What the hell is ‘
a good little doobie’
?  Who says that?”

He turns to me and even though he’s wearing sunglasses, I can tell he’s staring me down. Then a smile begins to curl the sides of his mouth, and he picks up the last of his lemonade and dumps it on my head.

“You fucker!” I scream, picking up my own lemonade and dumping it in his lap.

“Shit that’s cold!’ he yells, standing up quickly and brushing a pile of ice off his crotch.

Then he runs to the pool and dives in, and I chase after him laughing.

Is it too much to ask for my boyfriend to take my damned virginity? I mean, really. Every day this summer I’ve come over his house and we’ve spent hours making out.  But as soon as things get heated, he backs away and makes up some lame excuse for me to go home.

Is there such thing as a female version of blue balls?  Purple ovaries maybe?  Because if there is, I’ve got them. 

As we kiss, I reach down and stroke my hand along the thick, long bulge in his swim trunks.  The rest of his body grows even more tense then, and he breaks our kiss.  “You should probably go home before your family starts to wonder where you are,” he says.

I sigh in frustration. “Raine, you must be the only teen guy in existence to cockblock yourself.  Is there something wrong with your equipment? How come you won’t just put out already?”

He dissolves into laugher. “You want me to put out, huh?”

“Yeah, put out or get out, buddy.  I can’t take another night of being this
frustrated
.”

“Wow, Lana. I never knew you were so sexually aggressive.” He reaches up and strokes my cheek with is knuckle. “I like it.”

“Is it because of what I told you? Is that why you don’t want to touch me?” I had told Raine the details of what happened at our old foster home.  How our foster father had been making advances on me for months—a touch here, a grope there—before the night he came into my bedroom.  The night Raine stopped something even more terrible from happening to me.  But before the stabbing, our foster father had come in and touched me inappropriately, then made me touch him back.

I’d told Raine about it.  He was the first person I’d ever given any specific details to.  And now I wondered if he considered me broken. Dirty.  Ruined.

“Do you think I’m disgusting? Because of what happened? Do I gross you out?”

“Oh my God, no Lana. Never. I would never blame you for what happened.”

“Then what is it? Why don’t you want me?”

He laughs darkly to himself and leans closer. “You have no idea how much I want you,” he whispers in my ear as he grasps the massive length in his trunks, as if offering physical proof.

“The truth is, I know you’ve been hurt by a man who wanted to use you sexually. And even though I want you so fucking bad it’s painful, I want to show you that we’re not all like that. I wanted to take it slow with you, so that when we finally fucked, you’d be ready.  And you can enjoy yourself.”

Hearing the word
fuck
come out of his mouth is an unexpected turn on, and my eyes dart down to the beast between his legs.

“You want to fuck me?” I ask in a breathy whisper.

He puts his hand on my cheek and pulls me closer, kissing me hard. “You have no idea,” he practically growls against my lips.

“Oh, I think I do.”  I reach down and smooth my hand over him again, and this time he lets me.  I move my hand up and down, exploring him. 

He breaks our kiss and says, “In all honesty, the other reason I’ve been trying to hold off…” –I wait for him to continue while he looks down at the bed as if trying to find the right words—“is because I’ve never done this before.” He looks up and our gazes meet. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

He looks so vulnerable it makes my heart ache. “Raine, you would never disappoint me.  First, because I can tell you’re packing some serious equipment there.  If anything I’m afraid you’re going to tear me in half.  But mostly because I want my first time to be with someone I love.”

He looks surprised at my words, and I realize that I’ve probably just blurted out way too much.  But before I can backpedal he says, “I love you too, Lana.”

And then he makes love to me.  Sweetly and tenderly. With infinite care for my comfort.

Having him open me up that way isn’t without pain.  But knowing it’s Raine entering me for the first time, and giving himself to me in return, makes it beautiful.

This is what we’ve been made to do. And now he and I are taking our place in the timeless dance that makes all life possible. The power and the beauty of it, and the sheer natural rightness of it, is overwhelming.

As Raine lay on top of me gently pressing in and out of my body, there’s a look of pure wonder on his face as he looks into mine.

And as he gently strokes into my body, I realize than that I’ve given him a gift too.

This is a deeply meaningful first that we’re both sharing, one that can never be repeated.  We’ll always be linked by this moment.

At last, his body tenses and I feel liquid heat fill me.  I luxuriate in the moment.  I’ve never felt so complete before.  And as we lay in each other’s arms, I know this moment will connect us forever, no matter where life takes us.