Give & Take (Redbeard Cove #2)

27. Raphael

Chapter 27

Raphael

I truly didn’t think Lana could get any hotter. I still don’t. I’m sure this is the pinnacle of hotness for any woman on this planet.

And yet when I open my blinds to see her standing there holding her towel over her still-dewy body, I nearly come right there in my pants. In fact, I think I do a little.

Still, my dick remains so hard it’s fucking agony. Delicious, glorious agony.

I pick up my phone to text her.

RAPH: Drop the towel.

Lana glances down at her phone.

She pulls the towel tighter, raising an eyebrow.

So it’s going to be like this.

RAPH: Please, Sunshine.

She glances at her screen and I see the little twist of a smile.

SUNSHINE: Only because you asked nicely.

She drops the towel.

“Fuck me,” I say out loud. I press my hands against the glass, drinking her in.

Her body…it’s everything. A study in contradictions. A story, told in shapes and curves and lines. I see her sexiness first, because I’m so fucking riled up—the curve of her breasts, the dip in her waist. The damp curls between her legs and the roundness of that belly and those hips I fucking love.

But I see the other parts of her too. Her motherhood. The strength and power of carrying and bearing children. The pearlescent stretch marks on her abdomen, a testament to life itself.

She’s like the subject of the most beautiful paintings in the world. Sagas could be written on her behalf. Suddenly, for someone who’s been called the most verbose man I’ve ever met, I’m speechless.

The best I can do is tell her that.

I dial her number. “I’m fucking speechless, Lana,” I say, when she holds her phone up to her ear.

“So we’re done here?”

I bang my forehead on the glass. “If you want to stop, stop at any time,” I say. “But if you want to…”

My cock surges in my pants. “Fuck.”

“What’s that, Raph?”

She’s enjoying this .

I adjust myself yet again, seeking relief. “If you want to show me what you did, I’d die a happy man. But like I said, you don’t have to do this at all if you?—”

“Stop talking.”

I laugh softly. “Yes ma’am.” The glass between us has given her strength.

I’m ob-fucking-sessed.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t very much want to,” she says. “I wouldn’t have done it in the first place.”

She dips her free hand between her legs, eyes on me.

I watch, rapt. It’s the most delicious kind of torture having two sheets of glass between us. Look but don’t touch. It’s a game I’ve been very good at, but would absolutely fail if it wasn’t for that barrier.

As her fingers disappear between her legs, she lets out a gasp.

“Jesus Lana.” My cock throbs. Actually fucking throbs.

Her other hand glides up over her breasts, “I felt so ashamed,” she says as she plucks at her nipple.

I let out a long fuck under my breath. I can’t decide where to look—her face or her hands or just…all of her.

“But I didn’t stop,” she continues. “If anything, it made me want to keep going. It was”—she tugs at her nipple, sending a spike of aching need to my crotch—“even hotter, somehow.”

I can’t stand it anymore. Still clenching her panties in my fist, I flick open the button on my jeans. “Did you want me to catch you, Sunshine?” My voice is barely more than a low rasp.

But she hears me. Through the glass, her eyes meet mine. “Yes,” she breathes, as she buries her fingers inside herself.

I clench my cock so tight it hurts.

Lana closes her eyes, tipping her head back. She looks unbearably beautiful. Criminally sexy. This is the best kind of torture.

“I felt,” she breathes, “like this deviant person. I wanted you to see how turned on I got because of you.”

I groan as I unzip my jeans, desperate in my need. “Would you have kept going if I did?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she says, breathless. “Maybe if you touched yourself too.”

“Like this?” I ask, pulling myself out of my jeans. It takes me a minute because of how wet they are. How immovable. But I manage. And when I do, Lana’s eyes go wide at the sight of my stiff cock, finally freed.

I take the panties and fit them in the fist I’m using to stroke myself. The sensation of the pink cotton—fabric that was on her—adds a new, almost painful layer of pleasure to this.

“Do you think of me?” she asks, almost shyly. “When you touch yourself?”

“Lana,” I say. “I think of you all the time. It doesn’t stop.”

It’s true. And now’s not the time to tell her I don’t just mean like this.

“Should I…” Lana hesitates. Her eyes are glassy watching the gap between my jeans and t-shirt, where I’m showing her just how much I want her. “Should I get it?”

She’s talking about the dildo .

I nod, not trusting my voice. I know I’ll sound too eager.

I was sure Lana was going to be as buttoned up with her sexual proclivities as she was in regular life. That her ex would have stymied any of that exploration.

I fucking love how wrong I was.

I want to ask her if she’s ever done anything like this before. To see if this is special for me or if she’s been wild before. I think, if I’m being honest with myself, I wouldn’t care either way. With Lana, I’d adapt myself to her level of comfort. And her interests. Even if she really is into three-pronged alien dick, I’ll figure out a way to make it happen.

When Lana stops what she’s doing to pull the dildo out of a box though, my eyes widen, then squint. Is that thing bigger than me?

I look down at myself. I don’t think it is. Maybe the same size.

When I glance up again, there’s a little smile on her face.

I grin sheepishly. “Just checking to see if I can satisfy you too.”

“You’ll satisfy me, Raph. The bar is pretty low. This thing doesn’t tell me I’m beautiful or hold me when I cry.”

She waggles the dildo and it bounces slightly, making me laugh.

I shrug. “If you only got off with that thing and not me, I’d become best friends with a silicone dick. I’ll mentally prepare myself now. I’ll call him…Silicone Simon. ”

“Oh, God,” she laughs. “Please no.”

Little does she know I don’t think I’ll have trouble. I’m planning on devoting every solo moment we get to making her come.

Just the thought of that has me serious again. “Now, please, Sunshine. Show me how much you wanted to get fucked yesterday. Show me today.”

“If that’s what you want, Raphael.”

She said that in a kind of teacher voice. Shit, that’s a new kink unlocked.

Lana steps forward so now she’s as close as she can get to me. She widens her legs and begins teasing her clit with the tip of the silicone cock.

I didn’t think I was capable of it, but in this moment, I’m jealous. I’m seething with it.

She inches the thing inside of her.

Okay, it’s a strange mix of losing it with jealousy and losing it by being turned on. I stroke my cock with her panties. My brain, currently in primal mode, fires in ten different directions.

“I can hardly take it, Raph. I’ll hardly be able to take you.”

I groan.

She buries more of the thing inside of her and I know I’m about to lose it. I have to stop touching myself. I let go of my cock even though it physically hurts not to stroke it.

She slides the thing out of her, then back in, this time a little more, and after a few moments, she’s fucking herself hard.

In. Out. In. Out.

Her other hand drifts to her clit and I can tell she won’t last long. Her face is pained, my name on every thrust.

“Raph…Raph…Oh, God, Raph…”

“Okay,” I say, pressing my hands on the glass, breathing hard.

She slows, looking at me with hooded eyes.

“That’s enough,” I choke out. “I need you here.”