Stripping it Down: Part Two

By Renea Porter

Raine feels guilty for being happy. And having a jealous ex, who steps in to interfere doesn't help matters.

But Sly sees something different in Raine. She makes him want more. And with Sly's power and dominance, he takes control in and out of the bedroom.  He does everything he can to show Raine she isn't just a fragile woman. 

But will his past be enough to push her away for good?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Renea Porter
• Release date: May 25, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386790761

Renea Porter

Renea Porter is best known for writing realistic stories with realistic characters. Her stories may even cause you to shed a tear or two. She mainly writes New Adult and Contemporary Romances. However, she's not afraid to venture into other genre's like Paranormal Romance. She enjoys spending time with her husband of fourteen years, and step son. She calls Pennsylvania home, but loves to travel and try new things. In her free time you can catch her reading books, watching reality tv, and baking.

Book preview

RAINE 

Sly is so dirty, but it turns me on like nothing else. He makes me feel like the sexiest woman on earth. I got a lot of compliments on my outfit too. Oh, it’s just Donna Karan.

What do you say about us ditching the rest of the party? he asks.

I’d say, why aren’t we in the car yet? I’ve had this pulsating sensation between my legs since the coat closet. I can’t believe the words that come out of my mouth sometimes.

He smirks and immediately stands taking my hand in his. On the way out, I see Beau and he gives me a weird look, but I shake the thought out of my head as we enter the limo.

Thanks for accompanying me. I hate attending parties, but you made it so much better. And that dress, dear lord. His eyes scan my body. I can’t wait to get you naked and underneath me. A Cheshire grin spreads across his face.

The car pulls in front of my house, and I give Sly a quizzical look. I thought you’d like to grab some of your own things, and you can keep them at my house if you want. I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but I have a feeling you’ll be there a lot, he states.

Good idea. Are you coming inside?

Sure, he says, following me to my door. 

Inside, I immediately grab a bag and throw some underthings inside, as well as everyday clothing. But then this overwhelming urge comes over me: I need to see Ava’s room. Pain slams inside my chest. It’s a need that must be fulfilled to make it through the next few days.

Come on, let me show you something, I tell Sly, taking his hand in mine. He doesn’t question my hastiness, or the rush I make to her room.

Opening the door, Ava’s memory slams in my brain. This was Ava’s room, I tell him, sitting on her bed. I clutch her stuffed horse.

She loved horses, I take it, he confirms.

She did. Sadness fills me. I guess this is me introducing him to her, and what she loved. She was my life, the reason I woke up every morning, the reason I lived.

She was lucky to have you as her mom. I know it’s hard for you right now. I wish I knew what to do to take the pain away, he admits.

His words touch my soul. Thank you. I stand and we walk out, pulling the door shut behind me. I just wanted you to see who she was, I barely breathe out.

***

SLY

Outside the door, I stop. Hey. I cup her elbow and she spins her body to face me. I embrace her, my body swallowing hers. She buries her head in my chest, clutching my shirt tight into a fist.

Pulling her head back, she looks at me through water filled eyes. Please take this pain away.

With that plea I hold her hand tightly as we walk swiftly to the car and head back to my place. Seated inside, I run my thumb over hers and she breathes out. I think this simple gesture has a calming effect on her.

In the car, I turn her face to me, cupping her chin. Just breathe, Raine.

She blinks a few times at me. My heart constricts, and I feel a pain I’ve never known until now. I feel the heart break. Her heart’s broken and I’m not sure I can put the pieces back together; I can’t un-break her heart. All I can do is subdue the pain, replace it with pleasure.

Her heart’s stashed deep down inside, and I know it will take a lot for her to hand it over to someone, someone that deserves it. I’ve never known someone like her. She befuddles me. The ride to my place is silent, as I intentionally give her the time to think. Because once we are inside that door, I need her, just as much as she needs me. I need to make