House Of Obsidian: Flawed Love Part 6

"Thought you said you like casual s.e.x?"

I gasp as he jerks his hips up and fills me fully. "I do," I breathe. "Oh G.o.d. f.u.c.k. I do. It's just been a while."

"You don't f.u.c.kin' say," he grinds out between his teeth. "f.u.c.k. So f.u.c.kin' good."

Good. He thinks it feels good.

I put my hands on his shoulders, feeling his muscles bulging beneath my palms. I want to ma.s.sage them, to roam my hands over his big body until I've had my fix. I breathe him in and try to place his smell in my memory, in a place I'll never forget. I never want to forget anything that happens between Rainer and I.

He uses my hips to move me up and down on his c.o.c.k, and pleasure bursts through my body. I slap a hand against the truck window and let my head fall back, hair trailing down to touch his thighs. He frees one hand and captures my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger through the fabric of my dress. I whimper at the pleasure and start rocking harder and faster until I'm riding him so hard the seat creaks.

"Holy f.u.c.k," he hisses. "I'm goin' to come soon. f.u.c.k, you ride hard."

"So close," I cry out, rocking my hips harder against his c.o.c.k, grinding myself until I feel the o.r.g.a.s.m hanging by a thread.

Rainer reaches down and finds my c.l.i.t, giving it a few hard rubs and I explode around him. His name trails from my lips and I don't even realize my hand is curled in his hair until the shivers stop and my vision clears. Rainer is still thrusting his hips upwards, so I keep the pace until I feel him thicken inside me and then he comes with a ragged grunt.

I release his hair and drop my hand from the window, seeing the steamy mark that quickly fades away. I take a few moments to catch my breath, and then I slide off him, putting myself back on the seat. I press my head back into it and close my eyes, placing a hand over my racing heart and staying like that until it calms down.

"You okay?" he asks, and my eyes flutter open.

"Ah," I manage. "Yeah."

He nods, tying the condom and shoving it in a plastic bag he finds on the ground beneath my feet. Then he pulls his jeans back in place and does them up, eyes not meeting mine. He really doesn't know how to connect. It's written all over him. Suddenly things are awkward, and it would appear he wants me to get out so he doesn't have the horrible task of asking me to.

It hurts, but I plaster a smile on my face and lean down, grabbing my panties. "Right," I say, pulling my dress down. "Thanks for the ride."

He snorts a little bit, and I can't help the laugh that bubbles up.

"I meant the ride home," I say, swinging the door open. I get out and look back at him, and he's watching me intently. "But the other ride was great too. See you around, Rainer."

He opens his mouth to say something, but I slam the door.

I have no idea what I just got myself into, but I have a feeling it wasn't the right path to take.

"Wait a second," Mimi says, pacing the room with her arms crossed. "So he spoke to you, gave you a ride home, and then you f.u.c.ked him in his truck?"

I bring my legs up to my chest and curl my arms around them. "Yeah."

"You f.u.c.ked him?"

I nod.

"In his truck?"

I nod again.

"Right outside the house?"

I roll my eyes.

"What the h.e.l.l is going through your head?" she shrieks.

I sigh. "I was drinking, and . . . I just . . . G.o.d, I missed him so much."

"So you let him use you?"

"No. I needed that as much as he did."

"No," she says, waggling a finger in my face, "what you needed was to tell him the truth. Not to dig yourself a bigger f.u.c.king hole to get out of."

I throw my hands up. "What's the f.u.c.king point telling him the truth, Mimi? He doesn't remember me, and there's obviously a reason for that. If I tell him who I am, there's still a good chance he won't remember me. Worse, he might shut down, and I'll never figure out what happened to him."

"So what? You're just going to be his f.u.c.k buddy?"

I shrug. "I don't even know if he'll go there with me again. He said he uses."

"He openly admitted to being a player and you just let him in anyway?"

I frown at her. "He's not a player, he's honest. He doesn't do relationships and whatever. Neither do I."

"You're playing with fire, Mali, and you're going to get burned," she warns.

"Maybe I will, but this way I might just be able to find out more about him."

"Which you could probably do if you just told him who you are!" she yells, exasperated.

"We parted on harsh terms, Mimi. He might shut down completely if I tell him who I am. G.o.d, can't you see? This is the best way. I'll be a casual fling, and maybe I can work my way in . . ."

"You're mad!" she spits. "You're freaking mad. He's not going to let you be a casual fling, and even if you get that far, what makes you think he'll tell you anything?"

"Because I know him; I know what makes him tick. I'll be more than a fling because I can work him differently. I need to do this, Mimi."

She sighs and flops down onto my bed beside me. "I think you're making a ma.s.sive mistake, but I won't stop you."

"Something went wrong in his life, and I want to know what that is. The only way I can find out is to spend time with him. Maybe I'll meet his friends . . . maybe someone can shed some light."

"And if he doesn't want to screw your brains out anymore?"

"Then I'll try and be his friend, at the very least."

She shakes her head. "Be careful, Mali. This could go bad."

"Yeah," I say, staring at the wall. "But I have to try."

He's my friend.

I have to do everything I can.

CHAPTER SIX.

THEN a MALI

My foot slips and I let out a feral curse. Dammit, why did Rainer have to pick the room on the first floor? He could have picked the big one on ground floor, but he hates his father and so he decided no, he'd rather be as far away as he could get. So now I'm trying to climb the flimsy drain that has a supporting grid, and it isn't going so well for me.

But I have to see him. He's upset at me, and I don't like leaving things like that.

I manage to fumble my way to the top. I used to be able to do this so much easier, but these days Rainer is usually the one to come to me, so I don't tend to hang out at his place. He doesn't like being here. I push my body up to the top of his small balcony and climb over the railing. His double doors are wide open and I stop dead when I see him at his bedroom door, wearing only a pair of loose cotton shorts.

He's kissing Missy. Her body is pressed against his, and he's got a hand curled around the back of her neck. The kiss is long, and soft, and for some, strange reason my chest clenches. An unusual feeling washes through my body, and I quickly shove it down. How weird. I shake my head and wait for him to pull back. He smiles down at her and then lets her out the door. A few minutes later the front door slams and she walks out to her car.

I turn back and see Rainer standing at the open doors, staring at me. He's got his arms crossed over his broad, bare chest. Gosh, I didn't realize just how big he'd gotten. He's ripped. His hair is messy and it has a definite s.e.x look about it. As if I didn't know what the two of them were doing.

There goes that strange tug in my chest again.

"That looked pretty serious," I say, jerking my thumb over my shoulder in the general direction Missy just was. "I didn't think you were the loving kind."

"What are you doin' here, Em?"

I sigh. "Are you going to let me in?"

He stays in the door.

"I wanted to see you . . . can you let me in?"

"Just f.u.c.ked a chick in my bed . . . You sure you wanna do that?"

G.o.d dammit chest, stop tightening like that.

"I don't give a s.h.i.t. Let me come in so I can talk to you."

He steps out of the doorway and I walk in. G.o.d, it smells like s.e.x in here. At least, that's what I a.s.sume s.e.x smells like. I walk over to his sofa and flop down on it, staring around his room. He keeps it mostly tidy. There are only a few items of clothes flicked about. Otherwise everything is well kept. I watch as he jerks his sheets off his bed and throws them in the basket near his en suite, then he pulls a fresh pair from the closet.

"A boy that keeps spare sheets on hand. Impressive."

He says nothing.

I sigh.

"You're angry at me," I say. It's not a question.

"And you're a f.u.c.kin' genius."

"Jesus, Rainer, stop it. Tell me what the h.e.l.l the problem is."

He doesn't answer me. I know he's concerned, and I guess I understand why, but I can't have this every time I decide to date a man.

"What does it truly matter to you?" I whisper.

He stops, sheet in hand, and turns and stares at me. "We're best friends. I care about you. I don't care about any other girls, but you are like a sister to me. So yeah, I f.u.c.kin' care what happens."

A sister?

My chest tightens. I don't know why that bothers me.

"I get that, and I love it, but I have to make my own mistakes. You can't keep protecting me-you have to let me live."

He tosses the sheet to the side and growls. "You're the only girl I have in my life. My father is f.u.c.ked up. My mother is dead. I don't have any siblings. You're the only thing that makes me feel like . . ."

"Like what?" I ask, standing.

"Like I have something to fight for."

My heart breaks and I walk forward, stopping in front of him. "You'll always be able to fight for me, Rai Rai, but this is important to me. I need to do this. I promise to tell you everything that happens, and you'll be the first to know if something goes wrong, but please." I place a hand on his chest. "Please let me do this."

He turns to me, eyes scanning my face. "If he hurts you, Em, I'll kill him."

"And I'll let you."

"You promise that?"

I smile, stepping closer into him. He wraps his arms around me and we both sigh. "I promise."

He holds onto me longer than he's ever done before, and it feels nice. His skin is soft, his muscles hard. I press my cheek to his chest and just take a moment to breathe him in.

"You wanna stay tonight?"

I let him go and nod. "Sure, why the h.e.l.l not?"

"Ick, oh my G.o.d, turn it off!" I screech, pressing the pillow to my face.

Rainer laughs. "No, it's epic."