Page 89 of Work It Out
Rayah laughed, staring down at her newest fan. “Zandar is crazy. What am I supposed to do with you, hmm?”
Hogrid shoved his head under her chin in a little piggy hug, and Jake watched her melt into a puddle of goo. “I’d say you’re supposed to Google how to care for a pet pig, because you two have all the makings of besties for life.”
Hogrid oinked happily, obviously in agreement, and Rayah scratched under his chin. “I guess so.” She turned to Jake. “Can you make it in okay, or do you need help?”
He leaned over and kissed her. He couldn’t help it. Sopping wet with a baby pig tucked in her arms and a soft smile aimed at Jake, she looked younger and less jaded. When most of the women he’d known would’ve been complaining about the cold or their ruined hair or handbag, she not only offered to help him, she radiated joy. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let her go.
The fingers of her free hand wound into his wet hair, tugging just enough to light up his scalp as she pulled him closer still and kissed the hell out of him. Right up until Hogrid let out a squeal.
They broke apart laughing.
“I’m good.” He tucked a wet clump of hair behind her ear. “If you can take Hogrid, I’ll get inside on my own fine. Doc was right. Warming up helped a lot.”
He clomped through an ankle-deep puddle or two on the way, but he made it. Rayah insisted on rewrapping his ankle with a fresh bandage she had tucked away from an old injury, but he talked her into a hot shower together first, because hypothermia was no joke and water was expensive in Arizona.
“What do we do with him?” Rayah stared down at the piglet in her arms.
“We’ll let him run in the small bedroom. I’ll clean up after him, though we should make sure there’s nothing in there he can eat.”
“Oh, God!” Rayah’s eyes flew wide. “What am I supposed to feed him?”
She looked so panicked he couldn’t hold back his laugh. “It’ll be fine, cupcake. We’ll figure it out. After we warm up.” Because temperature dysregulation sucked, and dear God, he was freezing. And horny.
Okay, mostly horny.
He took Hogrid from her and set him on the floor.
If he hadn’t known better, Jake would’ve sworn the little guy snuck a line of cocaine when they weren’t looking. The second his feet hit the floor, Hogrid took off like pork out of hell, teeny hooves skittering on the tile, water trailing in his wake. He zipped through the kitchen, into the living room, around the couch, before disappearing into Rayah’s room.
Jake and Rayah stared at each other, frozen with shock. Finally, Rayah chased after her drug-addled new pet, and Jake waddled along behind her. He heard Rayah bark out what sounded like a startled laugh and clomped faster. He found her standing at the foot of the bed they’d left in utter shambles after a night of good, dirty fun and a hurried morning. He stepped up behind her, slipping his hand around her waist for no other reason than that he could and he loved touching her, and looked over her shoulder.
There, on the floor between the bed and the wall, lay Hogrid, curled into a tiny ball in the middle of Rayah’s pillow. “That’s right,” Jake whispered with mock sternness. “You better stick to that pillow if you don’t want to end up as pork chops. These are mine.” He slid his arm up her waist to cup one luscious breast.
He expected her to laugh or tease him for being possessive, but she didn’t. She pressed into his palm, rested her head against his chest, and moaned.
Game. On.
He turned her in his arms and led her backward toward the bathroom. She was too busy running her lips over every inch of skin she could reach to argue. He shut the door behind him to protect young eyes should Hogrid come looking for them, cranked the shower to melt-your-face-off, and backed her against the door. Rayah wrapped one leg around his waist and pressed her pussy against him. Even through layers of fabric, her heat threatened to scald him.
Steam billowed from the shower. Bedraggled and sodden and completely fuckable, she stared at him with passion-glazed eyes and pulled his face down to hers. He went deep. Hard and fast, he plunged his tongue into her mouth and ground his cock against her, pinning her to the door. Her hands delved under his shirt, yanking and shoving, trying to get the wet mess off him.
What a spectacular idea.
Without breaking the kiss, he pulled at her clothes, too. Neither of them was getting anything but frustrated until she pushed away from him and grabbed the hem of her top. “Off,” she said, voice harsh. “All of it off.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His shirt ripped but he couldn’t have cared less. He’d take scissors to it all if it got them naked faster.
In what felt like an eternity but was probably only seconds, they were both down to the skin and Rayah was pulling him into the shower stall with a wicked grin on her face. She pushed against his shoulders until he sat on the built-in seat. “Practice time.”
His dick, which had been painfully hard since he’d had a handful of her breast, kicked. She licked her lips like he was her new favorite treat. “Oh, shit, cupcake. Are you trying to kill me?”
Rayah was rarely less than confident, but in that moment, as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him, a sensual smile on her kiss-swollen lips, she was a goddess bent on seduction. And she fucking owned it.
He was so gone. He’d loved any number of women in his life, but he’d never truly been in love, until Rayah Sunshine Summers lit up his world with her strength and her bravery and her fierce, quiet love. Because she did love him. Watching her now, as she used his body to reclaim what had been stolen from her, he had no doubt. Even if she never said the words, even if she kicked him out of her life tomorrow, he’d go to his grave knowing that once he’d been loved by this incredible woman.
Her hands landed lightly on his thighs before tracking slowly up his sides, back down over his abs. She leaned forward and licked the ripples of his stomach muscles, making them clench. “I’ve wanted to do that for weeks.”
He hissed. “You can—” Her hand had found his dick, squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure, just on the fun side of rough. She worked him for a long moment, both their gazes riveted to the place where their bodies met.
