from his and her head fell to
his neck where she took huge, gasping breaths of air while she
slowly came down.
His hands slowly fell from her sweet spots
and his arms enclosed her completely. He held her tightly as his
large body shook, trying to regain control.
His breathing finally slowed, and he rasped
against her ear, "That's mine. That's what's mine. All of it,
Elaina. Nobody gets your orgasms but me. Every one of them, they
belong to me."
She hung her head against him, completely
depleted of energy. God, yes. If he could make her feel like
that, he could have them all.
CHAPTER EIGHT
An hour later, Raul leaned against the living
room wall next to Brian and vaguely listened to his friend talk
while he concentrated on Elaina across the crowded room.
She stood with a group of women that included
Janie and another young woman from town who was holding a baby
cuddled to her chest. He watched as Elaina and Janie cooed softly
to the baby and talked to the young mother.
Every so often, Elaina's eyes would fall on
him and he would see a soft blush encompass her face.
He had a sudden vision of her holding a baby,
cuddling it, nursing it. His baby .
Fierce possession ran through his blood.
The only thing calming him down and holding
him in place was the memory of her shimmering in his arms as orgasm
took over her body. It continued to play over and over in his
head.
Brian's voice droned on beside him as he too,
watched the women. "It's good to see Janie so happy again. She and
Elaina went through hell, man. Janie losing her only sister like
that--I can't even imagine. She was ten years older than Janie, and
Janie relied on her pretty much completely in an emotional sense.
And poor little Elaina. She took on the brunt of the care for her
mother. Three and a half years of it. She went from picking up her
high school diploma, to full-fledged caregiver."
Raul felt something splinter in his brain as
he turned his head to look fully into Brian's face.
"Three and a half years?" It was all Raul
could get out, and his flat voice was in no way indicative of the
confusion tearing him up inside.
"Yeah, man. It was bad. Janie wanted to give
Elaina a birthday party last year on her twenty-first, but there
was just no way at the time."
Raul felt sucker-punched, but managed to ask
another question, all the while reeling from the newly acquired
information. "When did her mother die?"
"Late July."
"And then Elaina started college?" Raul knew
his voice sounded empty, but it was the only way he could manage to
hang onto the conversation at all without losing it completely. He
felt his temper rise like volcanic pressure building inside of him,
getting ready to blow.
"Yeah, but she hates it, man. She's not going
back."
"And that's okay with you?"
"Well, I think she should get an education,
but Janie seems to think it's fine, so what the hell do I
know?"
"She can always go back when she decides what
she wants to do," Raul tried for an even tone, feeling his fists
clench the whole time.
"Yeah, but for now she needs some time to
heal. We never gave her that. We rushed her off to school in an
attempt to get her life back on track. I feel damn guilty for
that."
"You couldn't have known. You did what you
thought was best at the time," Raul responded in a gravelly
voice.
"Yeah," Brian agreed.
"I thought she was still a teenager," Raul
gritted out between his teeth, just as a loud ping ping ping of firecrackers went off outside.
Brian straightened from his position next to
Raul to go investigate the noise. "No, man," his eyes held Raul's
in silent communication for a heartbeat. "She's twenty-two," he
said in a somber voice before he turned and walked off.
The back of Raul's head hit the wall and his
eyes closed briefly before opening again and staring across the
room at Elaina. Fury clouded his brain as he tried unsuccessfully
to reason with himself. Yeah, it was a sad story . Yeah,
she'd had it rough. Yeah, she was still young. But
his neck where she took huge, gasping breaths of air while she
slowly came down.
His hands slowly fell from her sweet spots
and his arms enclosed her completely. He held her tightly as his
large body shook, trying to regain control.
His breathing finally slowed, and he rasped
against her ear, "That's mine. That's what's mine. All of it,
Elaina. Nobody gets your orgasms but me. Every one of them, they
belong to me."
She hung her head against him, completely
depleted of energy. God, yes. If he could make her feel like
that, he could have them all.
CHAPTER EIGHT
An hour later, Raul leaned against the living
room wall next to Brian and vaguely listened to his friend talk
while he concentrated on Elaina across the crowded room.
She stood with a group of women that included
Janie and another young woman from town who was holding a baby
cuddled to her chest. He watched as Elaina and Janie cooed softly
to the baby and talked to the young mother.
Every so often, Elaina's eyes would fall on
him and he would see a soft blush encompass her face.
He had a sudden vision of her holding a baby,
cuddling it, nursing it. His baby .
Fierce possession ran through his blood.
The only thing calming him down and holding
him in place was the memory of her shimmering in his arms as orgasm
took over her body. It continued to play over and over in his
head.
Brian's voice droned on beside him as he too,
watched the women. "It's good to see Janie so happy again. She and
Elaina went through hell, man. Janie losing her only sister like
that--I can't even imagine. She was ten years older than Janie, and
Janie relied on her pretty much completely in an emotional sense.
And poor little Elaina. She took on the brunt of the care for her
mother. Three and a half years of it. She went from picking up her
high school diploma, to full-fledged caregiver."
Raul felt something splinter in his brain as
he turned his head to look fully into Brian's face.
"Three and a half years?" It was all Raul
could get out, and his flat voice was in no way indicative of the
confusion tearing him up inside.
"Yeah, man. It was bad. Janie wanted to give
Elaina a birthday party last year on her twenty-first, but there
was just no way at the time."
Raul felt sucker-punched, but managed to ask
another question, all the while reeling from the newly acquired
information. "When did her mother die?"
"Late July."
"And then Elaina started college?" Raul knew
his voice sounded empty, but it was the only way he could manage to
hang onto the conversation at all without losing it completely. He
felt his temper rise like volcanic pressure building inside of him,
getting ready to blow.
"Yeah, but she hates it, man. She's not going
back."
"And that's okay with you?"
"Well, I think she should get an education,
but Janie seems to think it's fine, so what the hell do I
know?"
"She can always go back when she decides what
she wants to do," Raul tried for an even tone, feeling his fists
clench the whole time.
"Yeah, but for now she needs some time to
heal. We never gave her that. We rushed her off to school in an
attempt to get her life back on track. I feel damn guilty for
that."
"You couldn't have known. You did what you
thought was best at the time," Raul responded in a gravelly
voice.
"Yeah," Brian agreed.
"I thought she was still a teenager," Raul
gritted out between his teeth, just as a loud ping ping ping of firecrackers went off outside.
Brian straightened from his position next to
Raul to go investigate the noise. "No, man," his eyes held Raul's
in silent communication for a heartbeat. "She's twenty-two," he
said in a somber voice before he turned and walked off.
The back of Raul's head hit the wall and his
eyes closed briefly before opening again and staring across the
room at Elaina. Fury clouded his brain as he tried unsuccessfully
to reason with himself. Yeah, it was a sad story . Yeah,
she'd had it rough. Yeah, she was still young. But
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