Chapter 21

He let go of her wrists, feeling her hands instantly moving to his shoulders. He was wearing just a pair of jeans and a tank top, which he quickly shed, pulling her up against him, needing to feel skin on skin contact. "Touch me, Layne." He whispered in her ear, guiding her back down to the bed, his hands skimming her ribs to her breasts, molding them in his palms. He couldn't just touch; he had to taste as well, inclining his head to catch a rosy nipple in his mouth.

"I love touching you." She whispered and moaned as her eyes drifted shut, losing her hands in his hair, arching her breast in his mouth and felt him pull her back up again, her legs wrapping around his waist.

Her hands gripped his shoulders and slid down his arms, head tilted back as her honey chestnut hair pooled down her back. Feeling his mouth leave her breast to assault the other one causing throaty moans to sound from his lips. The forest fire was spreading over her rapidly and Layne knew if Randy didn't end the torture she was going to explode. Reaching her hand down, Layne wrapped her hand around his hardened shaft and began to slowly pump it, running the pad of her thumb across his tip.

"Dear Christ woman, are you trying to kill me?!" Randy hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes rolling into the back of his head for a moment. The feel of her small hand wrapped around him, stroking him, was almost enough to send him over the edge. He breathed through his nose for a moment, finally reaching down to pull her hand away, caressing the side of her face. "Are you on anything?" He asked softly, ready to end both their burning.

"Yes..." She nodded, the word coming out shakily, and kissed him again. The sounds of their kissing echoed through the room as he gently guided her down on the bed, her legs wrapping around his waist. She seen the condom on the nightstand and smiled, knowing he was prepared and nipped his neck while handing it to him, allowing him a few moments to slide it on. Both of them didn't want an unexpected pregnancy to occur and Layne wasn't taking any damn chances, knowing how fertile she was. Damien only took three thrusts and boom, she was pregnant, against her will, with Reed. She didn't regret it though and loved her daughter with every fiber of her being. "Randy, take me; make me yours..." She wasn't above begging yet, but it was getting close as their lips met again, gasping when she felt him probe her and could feel the lubricant from the condom slowly burn her insides as he slid inside of her, the feeling making her breathless.

It wasn't just the lubricated condom, but her own juices, Randy swore up and down he could feel her wetness penetrating the rubber straight to him. He hated condoms; they diminished the feel, but at the same time, he wasn't taking any chances. They were going slowly with their relationship and a baby was a sure fire way to speed things up in a not so pleasant manner.

"Christ, Lay..." He grunted, wondering how long it had been for her, feeling like he was taking her virginity, which he knew -thanks to Reed's presence- was long gone.

It'd been a long time, such a very long time, and Layne couldn't believe how wonderful this felt. There was no pain, only burning and it was exquisite, something she would never feel again. "Oh Randy, don't stop..." She pleaded, crying out softly.

Her walls were like a tight vise grip wrapping around him, swallowing him whole. She hated condoms too, but if he wanted to use one, she wasn't going to stop him. He probably didn't trust birth control; it wasn't one hundred percent effective. Then again, neither was a condom, but they had Fort Knox security at the moment. Not to mention this was their first time together as her nails dug into his arms, feeling him fully sheathe inside of her, allowing her to adjust to his size, her walls stretching to the absolute max. Randy was definitely the biggest man she'd ever been with in her life.

Randy had to bury his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in and out softly through his mouth. She felt exquisite, tight around him almost to the point of suffocation, but he didn't care; this was something he had never felt with anyone else. She was a perfect fit for him and he could only wonder if it would always be this good. Brushing his lips against her cheek, he finally started pumping his hips, gliding in and out of her slowly, letting the fire build up all over again.

The fire was building alright and it was engulfing every piece of her, every part. Her thighs were trembling against him as he began thrusting in and out of her, her moans growing louder and louder until she was yowling. For once, she had nothing to say and all that came out of her mouth were moans mixing with his groans and the sounds of flesh smacking flesh echoing off of the walls. It was the most erotic experience Layne ever felt in her life. The sounds of rain tapping and their lovemaking mixing together, her breathing ragged against his neck as he held her close to him before their lips met in another heated kiss.

Her body was quaking underneath his; the most sensual feeling he could ever recall experiencing. Though he also knew his own body was trembling; that's simply what she did to him. He didn't waste his energy with words, instead poured everything he had; everything he wanted to give her into his lovemaking, knowing actions spoke louder than words ever could.

Her arms tightened around him when he lifted her up, their chests pressed together, her legs locking around his waist and kissed him while he began thrusting harder, faster and deeper inside of her, this position her second favorite. Doggy style was her first as she moved with him, raking her nails down his back, hearing him growl as their foreheads pressed together. Just by her eyes alone and his combined with the feeling of him inside of her, her walls tightening, Layne knew she was close.

"Randy!" She finally cried out his name, running her hands down his chest and back up again, needing for him to explode, to release, the sheer intensity taking her breath away.

He was close, so damn close...Sweat was beading on his body, his muscles all beginning to tighten in anticipation of what was drawing near. "Fuck, Layne! Cum for me baby, cum with me." He urged his voice ragged, hoarse. His dark eyes fastened on hers, desire and need swirling through them as he powered in her harder, his hands moving beneath her to raise her lower body, angling for her sweet spot. He was going to cum, wanting her to cum with him, needing to feel her.

Just hearing those words come from his mouth was enough for her as Layne met him thrust for thrust, her entire body shuddering as her walls tightened, finally giving into the hot coil that was springing within her, nodding as the heat rushed over her body. "Oh Randy!" She shrieked out, before exploding, her juices coating and wrapping him up in a warm tight cocoon, forcing him to submit with her, their bodies rocking together simultaneously.

His teeth actually grinded together, jaw clenching with the force of his orgasm, fairly certain the condom would break. "Layne!" He didn't care who the hell heard him or her for that matter. They were together and finally staking their claim on each other. "Fuck..." He grunted, pressing his head to hers, rocking in and out of her still and drawing out the last of their mutual pleasure.

When he finally stopped rocking against her, Layne just sagged with her face buried in his neck, holding him as close to her as possible. That'd been everything and more she thought it would be and pressed a soft kiss to his pulse point, which was throbbing from the adrenaline rush they both experienced. "Mmmm..." She moaned out in satisfaction, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugged him close, smiling when he returned the tight embrace. "You're wonderful." She whispered, trying to calm down her heart rate and pulse, knowing he was doing the same thing.

"You're exquisite." He returned, slowly pulling away from her, rolling into a sitting position so his back was too her. He discarded the used condom in a trashcan before moving back onto the bed, pulling Layne into his arms. Taking her hand and pressing it to his chest, Randy let her feel how fast it was beating. "See what you do to me?" He murmured in a deep voice.

She smiled and nodded, taking his hand and pressed it against hers. "The feeling's mutual." She whispered, kissing his lips softly, and felt him pull the comforter over them. Layne rolled over so her back was to him, feeling him spoon against her and sighed as her eyes stared out the window, the rain still falling. It was the perfect moment, so peaceful and full of tranquility. "Randy, Reed asked me about you being her father tonight." She said out of nowhere, closing her eyes when he slowly turned her over on her back, their eyes locking when hers opened. "I told her that we're taking things slow incase things don't work out. She adores you and already thinks of you as her father, I just...I wanted you to know that...incase she slips up or something. I'm not pressuring you, okay?" She sat up at this point, staring into his blue eyes. "I'm not pushing you into ANYTHING like that; I just felt you should know what we talked about earlier in the bathroom, that's why she was upset."

Randy had completely forgotten about all that and was understandably startled, his blue eyes wide as he stared down at her. "I see." He murmured, wondering what on earth Reed was thinking; she barely knew him. He adored her and would be proud to call her his daughter, but at the same time, he agreed with Layne. If for some reason they didn't make it -and he was praying with all his soul that they did- Reed would be the one hurt the most.

"I talked to her about it and she somewhat understands what's going on. She wants us to make it and so do I." Layne caressed his face with her hand, staring into those beautiful mystic blue eyes that took her breath away since the first moment she laid eyes on him in the strip club. "Please tell me I haven't scared you away." She couldn't use her real voice when she asked that question as it was a little shaky and smiled when he kissed her lips, guiding her back down on the bed. "I care deeply for you Randy and I'm falling for you."

"You'll never scare me away." Randy assured her gently, pulling her into his strong; comforting embrace. "I'm taking you as I find you, remember? Munchkin too." She was falling for him, what a quaint way of putting it. He had dropped with zero gravity, landing face first, and enjoyed it. "I love you, Layne." He whispered, admitting what he had been feeling for awhile now.

Every part of Layne's body tensed against him, her heart nearly stopping in her chest as her eyes widened to the size of potatoes. Did he just...Layne couldn't breathe, her chest tightening before relaxing, seeing the fear in his eyes and felt the tears slowly sliding down her cheeks. "You love me?" She whispered, wanting to make sure she heard him right and kissed him with every feeling, everything she could possibly muster up; passion, love, heat, desire, everything was in that one kiss as Randy's arms tightened even more around her body. "I've loved you since I first saw you." She whispered breathlessly when they pulled away, locking eyes with him. "I love you too, Randy."

Thank God, he had felt like a worm on a hook, exposed for a fish to chomp on. "Oh thank you." He murmured, burying his face in her neck, his body heaving a shudder of relief. When she had tensed, he thought he'd made a mistake in saying that out loud anyway. "You do? Are you sure?" He whispered raggedly.

"Yes, I love you Randy." She said it again, their eyes locked and smiled when a relieved smile crossed his lips, kissing him softly. "I love you and this," Layne paused, taking his hand and pressed it against her chest over her still rapidly beating heart. "Belongs to you. It's been yours since I saw you in the Mirage." She ran her hands through his hair after he snuggled against her chest, nuzzling it and leaned back against the pillow, closing her eyes. "I love you, Randy." She whispered before the sleep engulfed her body, not wanting to be anywhere else except in his arms.

Randy soon fell asleep after her, a contented smile on his face.

Cody groaned from his own room, finally removing the pillow from over his head and cocked an ear, sighing in relief. They were finished, FINALLY. He made a mental note to never have sex with someone when he was surrounded by people.