Rynna.
Fucking Rynna.
Little Thief.
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She was making me pie.
Fuck, she was making me pie.
She fluttered around her kitchen, this amazing girl spinning me up more with every swish and sway of her hips.
She had pulled on a pair of lace underwear and had slipped on a long-sleeved, red-and-black plaid button down that she’d rolled up her forearms. The bottom hem of the shirt just barely covered that glorious, round ass, and those sexy legs were bare. Long and sleek and driving me wild.
Obviously, she was right when she said this was exactly where she belonged.
I wasn’t talking some bullshit chauvinist crap like that fucker who’d thought he could take whatever he wanted from her, either. Her body. His vengeance.
I was talking about her ease and grace. The joy that was so apparent in her eyes, and the pride that poured from her every time she glanced at the recipe she’d clearly memorized. But still, she kept peeking at it with an outpouring of love. Like she felt her grandma right there with every step.
I shifted on the wooden chair, trying to rein it in. Ideas barreled out ahead of me. Everything I was so fucking stupid for wanting calling out for me like it just might be within my grasp. Of course, all the reasons I couldn’t have them taunted me just in the periphery. Threatening to reach in and pluck me straight out of this moment.
Problem was, that asshole piece of shit who had shown up at her door earlier this evening had stolen something from me, too.
My damned sanity. After what went down, there wasn’t a whole lot of it left anymore.
Proof of it? I was sitting at the small table beneath the kitchen window that faced my house.
At two in the morning.
After I’d woken from that same fucked-up nightmare. After I’d let this amazing girl see that part of me.
She’d comforted me, whispered her belief when she had no idea where my panic was bred. When she had no clue there was a part of me that was screaming out in grief. Terrified. Feeling guilty for letting her soothe me when that part of me was condemned to agony for all my life.
I’d rolled over her, taken her, soft and slow while she’d gazed up at me through the shadows of the night.
We’d showered and then fallen back into her bed where we’d slept for a few hours. I woke to her sweet body wrapped around me, and we were right back at it again.
It seemed once we got started, neither of us could get enough. Afterward, she’d tugged at my hand and hauled me downstairs. There was a knowing grin on her stunning face, turning me inside out when she’d plopped me right here and told me to stay.
Like I was going anywhere.
I’d already had her three times tonight. It shouldn’t have been possible, but there it was.
Lust. Curling in my guts. My dick way too eager for another round as I watched her light footsteps as she crossed the floor, the way her hair fell across the silky skin of her neck as she leaned over to pull the piping hot cherry pie from the oven.
A pie that smelled like its own kind of miracle.
Night pressed against the drawn drapes, and the simple globe light on the ceiling cast a pool of golden warmth over her. While she’d worked for the last forty minutes, we’d been chatting
About anything and everything.
Two of us completely at ease. I’d asked her about her time in San Francisco and what it was like to work for a corporate accountant. She’d told me all about her best friend, Macy, that sweet softness in her expression when she’d talked about the girl who’d helped her out of her shell.
Of course, she’d been all too eager to know how Kale, Ollie, and I had first met, the girl laughing as I told her about the trouble we’d constantly gotten into as kids.
I’d wanted to tell her. Just lay it all out. But how could I expect to rein her with something that was so complicated when I still couldn’t figure out how I was feeling myself? When I still didn’t know how much I could give her when there was this antsy part of me that wanted to give her everything?
“Just a couple more minutes,” she told me with a smile from over her shoulder.
“You really are trying to ruin me, aren’t you, woman?”
She giggled. Fuck, that was cute, too. “How’s that?”
“I think you know exactly what you’re doing.”
“And what would that be?” Playing along, each of her words dripped with the sexy tease.
“Charming me with those pies and bewitching me with that body.”
“If that’s all it takes,” she said, tossing me a grin as she cut into the pie.
“You got more ammunition in your arsenal? Because you come at me any harder, I’m done for.”
She laughed, shaking her head as she slipped an angled spatula into the pie and pulled out a steaming sliver, quick to set it on a plate. She padded over to the freezer, grabbed a gallon of vanilla ice cream, and scooped a heaping pile of that on, too.
I could see it almost sizzle when it hit the pie, melting fast. My stomach growled in anticipation.
“Since you’re so impatient, this is still super hot, so it’s going to be more like cobbler.”
I grunted. “You can’t expect me to wait with something that smells that good.”
Redness heated her cheeks, this humble sweetness taking hold.
Damn, I really liked that. I liked that she was proud and brave and didn’t hesitate to say what was on her mind. Her pride came with this modesty that made me want to wrap her up and sing her every praise that could ever fall from my lips.
I was starting to believe she deserved every single one of them.
She was still smiling when she moved my direction. My mouth watered. Wasn’t sure if it was because I wanted to devour that pie or sink my teeth into those hips that swished back and forth.
Hypnotizing.
Stirring.
Inciting.
Fuck. This woman.
I leaned back in the chair when she came to stop at my side. Setting the plate down in front of me, she leaned close to my ear, her voice soft. “At least somebody appreciates my pie.”
My hand went out, palming one of those hips, voice turning sincere. “I won’t be the last. I promise you that. People are gonna flock to that diner in droves as soon as the word gets out.”
She cupped the side of my face, and my heart was doing that crazy thing again, speeding and knocking and thrumming.
“How do you make me feel like I can do anything?” she whispered.
“Know you can.” The words were gruff as my hand slid from her hip to her waist.
She let out a little yelp when I hoisted her onto the edge of the table, then she was giggling as she grabbed the fork and scooped up a bite, holding it up in front of my mouth. “What, you need me to feed you, too?”
For an answer, I cinched down on the outside of her thigh and tugged her closer. “Apparently, I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me.”
“How about this?” She waved the fork in front of my face, teasing me, taunting me. I reached out and grabbed her by the wrist, opening wide and pulling it inside.
On all things holy.
It melted on my tongue, an explosion of tart and sweet.
“Good?” she asked. A sudden dash of insecurity threaded its way into her tone.
My approval rumbled around the fork as she slowly pulled it free. I chewed and swallowed, watching her face the whole time, her expression nervous as she waited for my reaction. “It’s perfect, Rynna. Perfect like I’m starting to believe you might be.”
Her delicate throat bobbed, her expression wistful when she glanced at the pie. “I’m not close to being perfect, Rex. I just want to do it justice. Make my gramma proud and find joy in it at the same time.”
A soft puff of laughter jetted from her lungs. “And sometimes it seems silly . . . how badly I want it. How much it means to me.”
I brushed my thumb across the top o
f her thigh, hand still clinging to the side of her, needing that connection. “You want all the good things, Rynna. There isn’t any shame in that.”
I took the fork from her and scooped some onto it. “Here. Taste.”
Nearly died when she moaned around the fork, the way her eyelids drifted closed.
Savoring.
“See. You’ve got nothing to worry about, baby.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and her lips parted. A fleck of sugar was stuck to the corner of her bottom lip. Edging forward, I licked it clean.
“Delicious,” I murmured at her mouth, and she was moaning again, her fingers locking themselves in the skin of my shoulders. I kissed her a little deeper, and that sweet tongue slid against mine. Slowly this time. Like she was savoring me just the same as she was savoring the pie.
Pulling back, I dug the fork back into the pie and slipped another bite into her mouth.
She chewed slowly, watching me.
The air shifted between us.
Charged.
That current coming alive.
I swore that this girl emitted her own kind of gravity.
I dove back in.
Tasting her mouth.
Her tongue.
Her lips.
Relishing.
Wondering how a single moment could feel this good.
She took a fistful of my hair, nudging me back so she could take the fork and feed me another bite. She watched me chewing while my fingers tapped across the top of her thigh and to the inside. I brushed my fingertips along the edge of the lace that covered her.
A whimper, and she was feeding me more, just as I was pushing those panties aside, exposing her pussy, which was just as delicious as the rest of her. Wet and throbbing. I slicked my fingers through her slit, circling them around her engorged clit, my eyes never leaving her face while I rolled that pie around on my tongue.
“Rex.”
“Yeah?” I rumbled, not minding a bit when she was feeding me another bite. With my free hand, I gripped her knee and hooked her heel on the edge of the table, teasing her the whole time, before two of my fingers were pressing inside the warm well of her body. Her walls clamped down, throbbing and needy. I began to drive them in and out, the girl all spread out on the table, as delectable as her dessert.
She cried out when I pulled my fingers free, and then I watched her eyes glaze over when I dipped those fingers in the pie and lifted it to her mouth.
“Oh . . . God . . . what . . .” It was all a strangle of words as I pressed my fingers between those lush, full lips.
The girl sucked them clean.
“A little dirty and a whole lot sweet. Just the way I thought you’d be,” I said, gruff and hard.
She moaned. The sound vibrated around my fingers, and I ripped them free. In the same second, I was grasping the back of her neck and jerking her forward. I kissed her mad while my fingers went back to work, sliding deep and sure, because shit, I wasn’t leaving this house without driving this girl just as wild as she was driving me.
She gasped when I suddenly had her by the outside of both thighs, spreading her wide. I licked her up and down. Her clit. Her ass. Everywhere in between.
Hands fisted in my hair, and I couldn’t help but smile. She was guiding me to her clit. “Please. I can’t . . . I need you.”
I lapped and sucked as she continued to whisper incoherent words.
Her own kind of praise.
The girl nothing but the tease of perfection that I held in the grasp of my hands.
I pulsed my fingers into her, letting my other hand wander along the crease of her ass, the girl releasing all these shocked sounds of pleasure into the air.
Feeding that gravity.
Making it feel like it just might be impossible for either of us to walk away. She came with a cry. With her fingers curling in my hair. With her heart manic and her breaths harsh.
And mine. Mine ached and wished this chance were one I should actually take.
She slumped forward.
Shaking.
Boneless.
Standing, I slid an arm under her legs and the other under her back, and carried her back upstairs to her room.
The whole way, I prayed I wasn’t making the biggest fucking mistake I’d ever made.
23
Rynna
Shooting upright, I clutched the sheet to my bare chest and struggled to pull in a breath. A deep sense of dread echoed from my bedroom walls. This unsettled feeling that something was off. I squinted through the play of shadows outside my window where daylight slowly breached the sky.
It took me all of two seconds to realize what was amiss.
I was alone.
After what had happened between Rex and I last night, I’d hoped to wake up in the safety of his arms, praying he’d found some of that same security in mine, too. I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt so helpless than when I’d woken to find him flailing and jerking in my bed, lost to some kind of torment I couldn’t understand.
I’d wanted to.
To understand it.
To understand him.
I hungered for him to embrace the feelings that grew between us.
Steadily.
Greedily.
I’d seen it last night, emerging through the storm in his eyes, scaling those fortress walls he built around himself and tumbling free to the other side.
He kept allowing me deeper and deeper, below those layers that fought to remain concealed. Just the same as I allowed him into mine, giving him bits of the horror that had sent me running.
Sliding from my bed, I stood. My attention caught on the small piece of folded paper that had dropped to the floor. It must have been tangled in the sheet. For a moment, I blinked at it, both terrified and eager to read what it might say, before I reached down and tentatively picked it up.
Slowly, I unfolded it, my eyes quick to scan the choppy scratch of handwriting dented on the page.
You are more beautiful than the sun breaking the day. Believe me. This morning, I had the privilege of watching them both, and I didn’t want to stop. Little Thief, what am I going to do with you?
My heavy heart gave, fluttering and flapping, so insanely light. I pressed the letter over the manic thrum, not even attempting to hold back the grin that took hold of my face.
Rynna - Sixteen Years Old
“What are you doing?” Worried confusion streaked through my mind when I entered the back office to clock out. Pepper’s Pies was getting ready to close. The day had been busy, and I was tired and hungry. I’d spent the last six hours rushing around the dining room, taking care of customers, along with Janel and her mother, while Gramma had been in the back with the cook baking.
The aroma of chicken pot pie still wafted through the diner, the flaky crust and seasoned vegetables and savory chicken teasing my nose with the thought of finally sitting down to eat.
But it was the sight in front of me the clenched my chest.
Janel was lingering at the far wall where we hung our personal items, tucking a stack of cash held together by a money wrapper into her apron pocket. Shock had widened her eyes when she whipped around to face me where I stood in the doorway.
She wouldn’t.
Janel’s surprise shifted into a smirk. “Don’t be jealous I got great tips today and you made next to nothing. If you didn’t spend so much time eating the pies, you might actually make some money around here.”
Her jibes sank into me like darts, making me bow back, hit with physical pain. “I had more tables than you,” I said, forcing off the hurt, because that was just Janel’s way. I had learned to live with it. It was the only way I could remain friends with her, if that’s what I even wanted to call it.
Janel swept a long lock of blonde hair over her shoulder. “Well, tips have more to do with how you look and make a customer feel than putting their stupid food in front of them so they can stuff their faces. But I know you can’t relate to that.”
Anger sl
ithered beneath my skin. I stilled when I heard my grandmother grumbling from out front. “What on earth . . . till is short a full hundred dollars.”
My mouth dropped open again, my head slowly shaking when I looked back at Janel. Guilt flashed through her pale blue eyes, and she rushed across the tiny room and grabbed my arm by both hands. “Rynna, please don’t say nothin’. My momma has been real short this month. Don’t think we’re gonna make rent. I’m so sorry. I just . . . I’m so ashamed. I didn’t want you to know.”
My head shook again, torn, my voice dropping to match Janel’s. “Why didn’t you just tell Gramma? You know she’d understand. Front you the money.”
“You know Momma’s pride,” she begged.
I swallowed around the jagged rock that cut up the base of my throat. This felt all wrong. So wrong.
I hesitated, and Janel squeezed my arm. “Please.”
I barely nodded and shifted to call down the hall, “Oh, Gramma, I’m so sorry I forgot to tell you. I needed it for new gym shoes.”
Gramma rounded the corner. “Corinne Paisley, you need to remember these things. Here I was, getting all worked up over nothing.”
“It slipped my mind. I’m really sorry,” I promised, glancing over my shoulder at Janel who’d turned away and was changing her shirt.
“Just glad it’s accounted for. Why don’t you get yourself some dinner, and I’ll sit down with you in a minute.”
“That sounds great.”
“How about you, Janel? You and your momma want to sit with us?”
Janel grabbed her purse from the hook. “Have plans, Mrs. Dayne. But thank you.”
Janel blew by both of us, and I headed out to the kitchen to grab a plate, hating the way regret had gathered in the pit of my stomach. The way everything felt wrong. Off. Like I was an accomplice of something I didn’t want partner to.
Filling a plate with dinner, I wound out front, stopping at the soda machine to grab a Coke. Laughter rang out behind me, and I swiveled to peek at one of the few tables still occupied in the diner.
It was filled by four boys.
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