Unfinished Hero 03 Raid (32 page)

Was he serious?

“Get on with… get on with making babies?” I pushed out.

“No, babe,” he bit out, impatient. “Get on with
us
so we can eventually get on with makin’ babies
.
”

“I… uh, you… um, don’t really go slow, Raid, but this is a bigger leap than most,”
I told him. “Normal couples discuss this stuff.”

“Clue in, Hanna. I am not normal, neither do I ever fuckin’ wanna be.”

“I think I got that,” I said softly.

“But you’re right. Couples discuss this stuff. And I’ll point out, we’re standing
here discussing it.”

He was sort of right.

“Okay,” I agreed.

“So we dickin’ around or what?” he asked.

I ignored my heart hammering and asked, “Breaking all that down, are you saying you
want to move in with me?”

“Uh… yeah, Hanna. I decided to have a home again
,
and after I spend time dealin’ with scum, I wanna come
home.
Home to a house with a porch swing where I can wash that scum down the drain and
climb into bed with a woman who puts an outrageously fat cat in her ludicrous basket
on her ridiculous bike.
My
woman.”

“My bike isn’t ridiculous,” I protested.

“Babe,” he leaned in, “
it is.
”

I ignored that
,
too
,
and semi-repeated, “You want to move in?”

His brows snapped together. “Are you sleepwalking?”

I stared at him.

Raiden scowled at me.

Then I let go of the chair, ran across the room and jumped into his arms.

Again he caught me
,
but this time he had to plant a foot behind him so we both didn’t go down.

I didn’t care.

I wrapped my legs around his hips
,
but I placed my hands at the sides of his head and looked down at him.

“They were on sale so no returns
,
thus the hunters get to enjoy the rugs
,
but that cupboard will
kill
in my kitchen,” I declared and the surprise in his face cleared, it warmed and he
immediately started walking.

Toward the bed.

“I take it I just got myself a porch swing,” he remarked.

“You so totally got yourself a porch swing,” I replied.

We went down on his mattress, me on my back, Raid on a knee then on me.

“Shame not to break in these sheets,” he muttered.

“Upon your return, that was on the top of my to-do list
,
after introducing you to your new abode, which kind of went sideways in a happy way
,
so now we can tick that off and move on,” I returned
,
and he grinned.

His grin faded and he announced, “That afghan on your bed is gorgeous, honey, but
we’re switchin’ it out with mine.”

I
loved
that.

I trailed my hands up the material of his tee at his back. “Works for me.”

“Am I gonna traumatize the fat cat if he sees me fuckin’ you?”

“As you know, his name is Spot
,
and he’s immune to trauma. You can’t feel it if your life is devoted to dishing it
out.”

Raiden grinned again
,
then, finally, he shut up, bent his head and kissed me.

Two hours later he left me in his bed and took Spot back to Grams in his Jeep.

Upon return, he reported Spot nearly broke his neck by draping himself on it while
Raid drove.

I snuggled into his big body, giggling and wishing I’d seen that.

At that point Raiden rolled over me and we spent some more time breaking in his sheets.

Chapter Seventeen

Absolutely

The next morning…

The phone rang. It was Raiden’s cell. My eyes opened and I saw gray sheets.

I smiled.

Raiden’s body
,
spooning mine
,
didn’t move.

“Honey, you awake?” I whispered.

“Yep,” he replied.

“Your phone is ringing.”

“I know. I’m ignoring it.”

“Oh.”

I fell silent.

So did Raiden’s phone.

I snuggled my booty into his lap. His arm around my belly tightened and I drifted
into a doze.

His phone started ringing again.

“Fuck,” he bit off.

“I’ll get it,” I offered.

“Babe
—
”

“I got it,” I said
.

I shifted out of his arms and instantly, a drowsy, crazy, insane but hopefully hot
idea came to me.

He was moving
,
but I moved
,
too, to my hands and knees, wearing nothing but his tee. The hem slid up over my
hips as I crawled to turn around then proceeded to crawl down the bed.

I got there, looked down my body at Raiden who was up on a forearm, his eyes glued
to my behind in the air.

They came to my face
.
I gave him a naughty grin (or what I hoped was a naughty grin) and kept my booty
in the air as I turned back and reached for his cargo pants.

His phone had stopped ringing by the time I dug it out of his pocket
,
but I kept it in my hand as I turned and crawled back.

I stopped close and stayed on all fours
,
but placed his phone on the bed in front of him.

“I took too much time,” I pointed out the obvious.

His eyes burned into mine. “Babe, tell me right now you aren’t fuckin’ with me.”

“I’m
kind of
fucking with you in the hopes that you’ll return the favor,” I replied.

Even as his eyes flashed, Raiden didn’t miss his opportunity.

“Crawl over me and stay on all fours when you get there,” he ordered, rolling to his
back.

My body did a delicious shiver as I did as I was told until I had my knees and hands
in the bed around him, my body suspended over him.

His hand instantly went between my legs. It felt good, my head fell between my shoulders
and I let out a little mew.

“Wet. She’s not fuckin’ with me,” he muttered.

My eyes moved to his and I knew what he saw because I could barely focus and he had
to see what he was doing to me.

“Stay still, let me play. Can you do that for me, Hanna?” he asked, his fingers still
toying between my legs.

I could do that for him.

I could do anything for him.

“Yes, honey,” I whispered.

I stayed still. Raid lay under me, his eyes moving on my face, his hand moving between
my legs. His other hand glid
ed
over my body and he played with me.

And played with me.

And kept doing it until my thighs were trembling and I whimpered.

“Now you’re ready to eat,” he growled
and h
e disappeared, sliding down the bed
,
and before I knew it his fingers curled around my hips and he pulled me down to his
face.

My head shot back and I moaned.

He pulled me deeper.

“Honey,” I gasped.

I was close.

He sucked hard on my clit.

I couldn’t help it. I shot up to sitting on his face. His hands pulled me down deeper
,
and I rocked myself against his mouth, chanting, “Ohmigod, ohmigod.”

I was even closer, sliding along the edge when his mouth was gone.

“No,” I breathed.

I felt his chest at my back, his arms moving around me with his mouth at my ear. “Do
not come without me.”

“Raid.”

His hand dove between my legs and my hips bucked.

“Raid!”

“Hold on for me, honey.”

“Oh God,” I whimpered.

His fingers slid back and plunged up.

My head fell back to his shoulder.

His other hand moved under the tee, up
,
and his fingers closed around my nipple, tugging. My whole body jolted.

“Raiden, I can’t hold on.”

“Hold on.”

My hips rode his fingers desperately. “I can’t.”

“Fuck, you’re wet, so goddamned hot,” he growled. “Fuck yourself, baby.”

I already was
,
but I slid my hand down his forearm, wrapping it around his between my legs and did
it harder.

“Beautiful,” he rumbled. “That’s it. Harder, Hanna.”

“I’m going to come,” I whispered.

“You’re gonna wait for me. Ride those wild, honey.” I kept at his fingers. His thumb
came out and pressed against my clit
,
I cried out but kept going. “My girl. So fuckin’ wild. Give that wild to me.”

“Please, honey. I can’t hold on any longer,” I begged.

“Then get my tee off and position for me. Your choice, baby, show me how you wanna
take me.”

I instantly pulled his tee off and threw it to the side. I got on my back, opened
my legs and he was there, slamming into me.

I rounded him completely with my limbs
,
lifted up my hips, glided my nails up his back and pleaded, “Harder, Raid.”

“Fuck. Wild. Wet. Mine,” he groaned, his face in my neck.

I felt his teeth scoring gently up a tendon there. I liked that so much that my nails
dug in deep
, m
y legs convulsed and my head pressed back
.
I felt his teeth sink into the flesh of my shoulder where it met my neck and I came
apart at the seams.

Raiden was right there with me.

I came down to feel Raid’s lips gliding soft against the flesh his teeth had sunk
into, something he did often, branding me
,
and after, finding a way to soothe my skin with a tenderness that was unreal in its
beauty.

I loved it.

I wrapped my arms around him
and
tightened my legs
,
and his lips moved up to the skin beneath my ear.

“Pretty sure you broke skin again, wild one,” he muttered with deep, throaty approval.

“I can confirm she did,” a woman’s voice came from the room.

I tensed, blinked, prepared to have a heart attack
,
but Raiden moved.

He pulled out and rolled off at the same time he yanked the afghan over me and barked,
“What the fuck?”

I clutched the afghan to my chest, pushed up, stared at the busty, blonde skank I
saw Raiden making out with months before, and my lungs seized.

“Didn’t know whether to clap or join you,” she remarked.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I started chanting for a very,
very
different reason this time.

“Please fuckin’ tell me you did not walk in my place and watch me fuck my woman,”
Raid snarled in a way that anyone in their right minds would say they did
not.

She seemed immune. She hitched a hip, planted her hand on it and shared, “I caught,
‘
Harder Raid. Fuck, wild, mine,
’ but that was enough. Talk in town is right. You’re steppin’ out on me.”

What?

My mind refused to process that. Actually, it refused to process anything. The only
thing it could think of was getting the heck out of there.

Immediately.

I sprang from the bed, holding the afghan around me, and raced to my clothes on the
floor.

“Hanna, get back in bed,” I heard Raid order
,
but I had my panties and I was struggling to keep the afghan in place as I pulled
them up my legs.

“Hanna?” she sneered. “Jesus, Raid, you do vanilla. This is so disappointing.”

“Bitch
,
advice. Disappear. Right now and I don’t see you again,” Raiden returned in a warning
low that scared the dickens out of me.

I could tell he was moving around
,
but I was concentrating on yanking up my shorts.

The woman again was immune to Raid’s warning.

“Honey, you feel like adventure, Raid likes it wild and I got time. You just gave
him good but you and me together? We’ll blow his mind.”