Unfinished Hero - Raid Part 17

Raiden, as I was learning anytime this happened, had other ideas.

Except this time, without reason, when Raiden's arms locked around me, crus.h.i.+ng me to him and his tongue slid into my mouth, the world exploded.

The other kisses were phenomenal.

Even though this one was not executed in the privacy of my farmhouse at the end of a single track lane that was surrounded only by trees, but instead in a public parking lot in our hometown after a movie just let out, the kiss detonated.

Maybe it was because I wasn't freaking out, heartbroken and being stupid.

Maybe it was because we hadn't just finished exchanging heated words or heartfelt confessions.

Maybe it was because my dream actually was coming true, bigger and better than I expected. I was in Raiden's arms and he wanted me there.

Maybe it was just because it was the end of a really good date.

Whatever it was, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced. Nothing I even knew existed.

And something I wanted never to end.

It was huge. Consuming. The world melted away and there was just Raiden, his arms, his big, hard body, his mouth and his tongue.

I couldn't get enough. I couldn't give enough.

And Raiden felt exactly the same.

I knew this when he arched me into the car, pressing close, hips, chest, lips.

I knew it more when his hands slid down over my bottom and he jerked me up.

I had my hands in his hair and I held on even as my legs automatically circled his hips. He s.h.i.+fted down the car, planted my booty on the hood and bent into me so my back was to the Z, my legs circling his hips, his groin pressed deep to me and his tongue ravaging my mouth.

I was so lost in the kiss, in Raiden, I would have been happy for it to go on forever and more, even in the parking lot. No kidding, I would have been happy for it to escalate to bigger and better things.

But suddenly, my surprised cry drowned down his throat, he yanked me up and set me on my feet with a jarring thud.

I barely got myself steady before his hand clamped around mine. He dragged me the short distance down the car, wrenched open the door and shoved me inside.

He slammed the door after me. Out of habit I dumped my purse on the floor in front of me and I was trying to get my wits together, come to terms with the drastic and unwelcome turn of events, and, with shaking hands, get my belt around me when he angled in the other side.

"No belt," his voice growled at me and my head snapped to look at him as he tossed the key in the cupholder, hit the b.u.t.ton to start the car and s.h.i.+fted into reverse before the automatic ignition fully engaged.

We reversed out of our spot so fast, my body swayed with the movements. Then he rocketed out of the car park and through town, picking up speed quickly. My breath caught and I didn't notice he was going in the wrong direction.

I didn't notice this mostly because we left town behind in a blink, and we no sooner did that when his hand wrapped around the back of my neck and he roughly yanked me his way. Shoving my face in his neck, his other hand quickly captured my wrist and pulled it to him, then smoothed my hand over his hard crotch.

It was so hot, so forbidden, so dangerous; it felt like fireworks exploded in the car, their sparks landing everywhere, all over me, dazzling me at the same time making me burn.

I pressed my hand deeper, moaning into his neck, my tongue gliding out, tasting his skin.

His hand left mine. The car sped wherever he was taking us as I felt and heard his gruff, rumbled, "f.u.c.k me."

My body molten, my mind dazed, everything that was me was about everything that was him. I touched the tip of my tongue to his earlobe and whispered a desperate, "Hurry."

My girl revved, Raiden s.h.i.+fted and my hand curled tighter around his crotch.

I trailed my lips along his neck, his jaw and reversed my path, using my tongue. I shoved my face deep into his skin, loving his taste, his smell, the feel of his stubble, the whisper of his hair against my forehead so much, I uncurled my hand and rubbed my palm hard down the length of him.

Raiden grunted and we came to an abrupt stop. He hit the b.u.t.ton and the car turned off, but he already had his door open, knifing out. He dragged me over the driver's seat, taking me with him.

I didn't know where we were. I didn't even look.

I didn't care.

I got my feet under me and ran to keep up with his long strides as, hand in mine, he towed me to a building I noticed vaguely looked like stables. We went up a flight of open backed steps at the side. Raiden wasted no time unlocking the door and pulling me in. He slammed the door, flipped the latch then he stalked across a room, dragging me with him.

I took nothing in and kept taking nothing in when he stopped, picked me up and suddenly I was flying through the air.

I landed on mattress.

Raiden landed on a knee beside me, his hands at the belt on my jeans.

"Condoms, baby, floor by the bed. Get one. Now," he muttered, then my zipper was down and my jeans were being yanked off.

As best as I could I twisted, noticing we were on a mattress on the floor, but not noticing much about this because my fingers closed around one of a half dozen packets of condoms by the bed. I didn't notice much about this because my flip-flops flew off with my jeans and my panties were now being dragged down my legs.

I twisted back just as Raiden's hand slid between my legs.

That felt so good, all my concentration centered on that feeling. I dropped the condom and my back left the bed as my lips parted on a silent moan.

"Thank f.u.c.k, soaked," Raiden growled. I forced myself to right my head and look at him. "Spread, baby."

I didn't hesitate.

I spread.

His hand kept toying between my legs, creating beauty even as he tugged at his pants. He pulled himself free, used his teeth to open the condom packet he somehow got hold of and dropped his hand to roll it on.

I pushed up and shoved my hands up his tee, my movements fevered, even frenzied, taking in his hard muscles; the angles, the plains, the ridges.

Amazing.

I shoved my face in his midriff, breathing deep, taking him in, all this time his fingers creating bliss between my legs.

Then they were gone.

For less than a second, because Raiden, using one arm to lift me, pulled me out of the bed and plastered me to him. My legs circled his hips. His other hand was between us, guiding him in. Then he jerked me down on his c.o.c.k, filling me.

I drove my hands in his lush hair, my head falling back on a whimpered, "OhmiG.o.d."

Then I was back to bed and Raiden was pounding inside me, his arm still around me, driving me down with each upward thrust.

"OhmiG.o.d," I repeated, one of my hands fisting in his hair, the other one trailing down his back.

I'd never had this.

This was...

It was...

It didn't exist. It couldn't.

This was only for Raiden and me.

I felt it building. My hand dipped under his tee, my head jerked up. It was going to be so huge it was going destroy me.

"Raiden," I gasped, my voice harsh with pa.s.sion and edged with fear.

"Give in, baby," he grunted, still driving me down as he thrust up.

"Sweetheart, it's-"

His mouth came to mine. "Give into it, honey."

I gave in. I had no choice. And when I did, my fingernails dug into his back, scoring up; his hips ground deep into mine as his back arched. A hot, amazing groan rolled up his throat and he came with me.

It lasted forever, an eternity. I gasped, then moaned, then panted through it, and finally wrapped my arm around Raiden and held on because the world was gone. There was nothing but that feeling.

Nothing but Raiden and me.

The eternity pa.s.sed, and when I came back to reality Raiden's arm was still tight around me, his c.o.c.k still buried inside me and his face was in my neck. His other hand was laced in mine and he'd tucked them to our sides so I had most of his weight.

It was glorious.

Right before it was mortifying.

Oh my G.o.d.

What had I just done?

Oh my G.o.d!

I knew what I'd done.

I'd ridden in a car with my hand on Raiden Miller's crotch, my mouth in his neck without a seatbelt.

Then I'd run after him; he'd thrown me on his bed and I let him f.u.c.k me.

Oh.

My.

G.o.d.

"Warm afghans, pretty blue eyes, totally dorky and an unbelievably wet, sweet p.u.s.s.y," he murmured against my neck, then lifted his head and looked down at me before he finished on a whisper, "The girl of my dreams."

Okay, that was nice and all. Lovely. Great even.

And the warm, s.e.xy, sated look on his face that I could just about make out in the shadows, even better.

But I'd just let Raiden Miller make out with me on the hood of my car and rode in it without a seatbelt because I was busy groping his crotch.

Of course he'd think I was the girl of his dreams.

For tonight.

Then tomorrow he'd think I was s.l.u.tty and easy.

Because I was!

You didn't tell a good girl she had a wet, sweet p.u.s.s.y!

Oh G.o.d.

This didn't just happen.

Tell me this didn't happen.

"Don't move," he muttered then brushed his lips against mine. "Be back."

Then he slid out of me, the area between my legs pulsing magnificently as he did.

Yes, it just happened.

He rolled off me and I blinked at the ceiling, closing my legs, curling them up and twisting my lower half to the side as I felt him disappear.

A light came on from somewhere else, dimly lighting the room, and instantly I became a flurry of activity.

I vaulted from the mattress, and in the dark of wherever the heck I was, I searched for my jeans, panties and flip-flops.

I found my panties, tugged them up and was feeling around with hands and feet for my jeans when an arm hooked around my waist and I found myself back in bed, Raiden on top of me.

"What're you doin'?" he asked.

I shoved at his shoulders, mumbling, "I have to go."

"What?"

"I have to go."