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SEVENTEEN

Isla

“Issy,” he growls, “you’ve been the center of my universe since we were kids, babe. I love you so fucking much it physically hurt the day Starlight showed up at the front gates without you on her back. The whole club could’ve come crashing down and I wouldn’t have cared as long as I found you and you were safe.”

“I knew you’d find me, eventually,” I admit. “As many times as we’ve ridden all through the property with Starlight, I knew if nothing else, her stomach would guide her.”

He chuckles while nodding. “Yeah, she is definitely food driven, but so is Gazer.”

“It’s how I trained them,” I reply, shrugging. “Now, where were we?” I ask. The growl that emanates from his chest has my core clenching in wanton need, and I find myself writhing against him in an open invitation to keep going.

Before I can comprehend it, he has my shirt up and over my head then tossed to the floor. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he asserts, his hands now cupping my breasts as his thumbs graze my distended nipples. “Absolutely perfect.”

My face heats up at the tone in his voice as he reverently plumps them before he slides the straps down my arms until my flesh is exposed to his gaze. As my nipples tighten in anticipation, I focus on the way his stare darkens before he lowers his mouth to engulf one of my taut nipples, which is like a straight electrical shot to my clit if the dampness I’m currently feeling is any indication.

“Rafe,” I plead, not really sure what I’m asking for, but I instinctively know he’ll figure it out.

“Patience, grasshopper,” he murmurs against my flesh before he switches sides.

Over and over, he moves back and forth until my breasts are so heavy and swollen and my nipples are so red and turgid, I’m panting in longing. “You’re killing me, Rafe,” I grumble, which has him chuckling.

He leans his lower body against me, and I feel the evidence of his own desire pressed hot and heavy on my abdomen, which has me pushing my core along his thigh in an effort to get some pressure on my clit. “Same, babe,” he replies. “Ready for more?”

“Definitely,” I purr, eager to move things along. It feels as though we’ve been waiting forever at this point.

Although in reality, it likely has more to do with the fact that ever since I came back, I’ve been wrapped in Rafe’s arms every night as we sleep. He’s a cuddler, which doesn’t bother me at all since I am as well. So, that means I’ve felt his morning wood pressed against my ass as he spooned me since my nightclothes are a far thinner material than my jeans.

Before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, the rest of my clothes have joined my shirt on the floor, and I’m bare to Rafe’s heated gaze. “Fuck me,” he declares, his eyes roaming from the top of my head to my splayed thighs, since he shifted to sitting back on his haunches by my knees. Instead of shrinking back, I revel in this newfound power I apparently have over him. “Better than I dreamed,” he continues, reaching out and running one finger down the middle of my chest.

“I can’t wait to say the same,” I deadpan, seeing as he’s still fully clothed except for his boots, which he must’ve kicked off when I wasn’t paying attention.

“Trust me, if I strip down right now, I’ll embarrass the fuck out of myself and this’ll be done before it even gets fully started,” he retorts. “Remember, Issy, if I do anything you don’t like, just say the word.”

He moves down my body, so he’s centered between my thighs, his broad shoulders stretching my muscles even further. It’s a good thing I’m physically fit and ride horses, because my legs are used to being wide open the way they are right now. All thought escapes me, however, when he slides his tongue through the lips of my pussy before circling my clit.

“Holy shit,” I wheeze out as my hands grip his hair and press him closer. I feel the shudders of his body and know he’s laughing at my reaction, but he never stops his actions. The wet sounds should shock me, but I’ve watched a few porn flicks so I know sex can be noisy and messy. When he slides his index finger into my sheath, my back arches in surprise at the sensations that are multiplying at an alarming rate.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Rafe declares as he adds a second finger into my folds, which has my eyes crossing.

While I know my hymen tore years ago thanks to all the years of riding horses, there’s never been anything bigger than a tampon inside of me, so his fingers feel wonderful and exhilarating and scary at the same time.

“You’re gonna strangle my dick, Issy, but in a fucking awesome way.”

“If you say so,” I start to say before I end up keening when he hits what is apparently my G-spot. “Rafe, hit that spot again, please?”

He smirks up at me, nods, then lowers his face to start licking on me again while he deliciously tortures me with his fingers, until I’m mewling and moaning in bliss as my hips buck upward to meet his thrusts.

“You going to come on my fingers and tongue, Issy?” he questions as he purrs. The added vibration is just enough to send me skyrocketing over the edge as I scream out his name until I’m hoarse. He keeps moving as he brings me down slowly until I finally manage to open my eyes and stare at him in wonder.

“So, that’s what all the fuss is about,” I manage to squeak out as he moves up my body until his erect dick is pressed against my entrance.

“It gets better, babe,” he promises, notching the head and slowly entering me one excruciating inch at a time. There’s a sense of almost overwhelming fullness but no true pain. He finally bottoms out and my pussy spasms around his length, causing him to moan. “Keep that up and it’ll be over a lot sooner than anticipated and my man cred will be ruined forever.”

I giggle because he sounds so serious, but I honestly couldn’t help it. “Sorry, Rafe,” I whisper.

“No, you’re not, you minx,” he replies as he begins to move.

And suddenly, despite this being the first time I’ve ever done this, my legs are wrapping themselves around his waist as I lift my hips to meet his powerful thrusts. When he adds a swivel as he bottoms out, my clit is stimulated and soon, I’m climbing the mountain of nirvana once again, spiraling toward a release that promises to be every bit as epic and overwhelming as the first one. My pussy starts to flutter and when his lips pull a swollen nipple into his mouth, I scream out his name as I soar into the stratosphere. Three thrusts later and Rafe is joining me, his harsh grunts music to my ears.

He collapses on me then quickly rolls so I’m on top, still connected to him as the aftershocks course through me. Raising his hand, he pushes my hair back, then pulls my face down then kisses me. “Fuck, Issy, better than I ever dreamed it could be,” he says against my lips as my forehead rests against his.

“Having nothing to compare it to, I can honestly say it was the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I admit, my breath still coming out in puffed pants. We’re both sweaty and sated, and all I want to do now is take a nap.

“I wore my woman out,” he gloats, preening like a peacock. “Let me clean you up then we’ll rest before round two.”

Despite the heaviness of my body after the powerful orgasms I just experienced, my desire perks up hearing the words ‘round two’. Still, I nod, eager to be wrapped around him naked now that we’ve broken that self-imposed seal he put in place.

Over and over throughout the afternoon and into the night, we reach for each other, and I soon learn that where sex is concerned, Rafe is a very attentive and thorough lover. Not that I expected anything less from him if I’m being totally honest with myself. Now, we’re soaking in the tub because he thinks I’ll be sore otherwise. Since I’m in his arms, I don’t particularly care, but I secretly revel in the fact that he’s so focused on caring for me like this.

“I’m gonna run down and rustle up something for us to eat,” he says once we’re standing on the bathmat. He carefully dries me then himself before he picks me up then carries me back to the bed where he gently places me in the middle.

“It’s like, three in the morning, Rafe,” I remind him.

“We didn’t eat dinner and you may be able to go long periods of time without sustenance, but I need to replenish what we’ve burned off,” he replies, winking at me. Just as I’m about to say something, my stomach growls, causing him to burst into laughter. “Good to know you’re human after all,” he teases.

I roll my eyes and retort, “Whatever. I guess I can eat.”

While I wait, I cover up and allow my mind to drift back over the last few pleasurable hours. I am slightly sore, but the hot soak bath in Epsom salts helped with the tenderness tremendously. A yawn bursts free and I realize that once we eat, I’m going to need longer than an hour to recuperate.

As another escapes, Rafe returns with a tray full of food, several bottles of water, and a smaller one of pain reliever. “I saw that,” he says in accusation, nodding toward my mouth which is still wide open. “Brought you some Tylenol, honey.”

“Thank you. Let me help.” I reach my hands out to grab the tray so we can set it in the middle of the bed while he slides back in and then sits against the headboard.

“Looks like Constance wanted to make sure we kept up our energy,” he divulges, handing me a plate that’s almost overflowing with yummy goodness. “I mean, it’s a carb feast for sure.”

I snicker as I pick up one of the forks and start twirling some spaghetti. Rafe chuckles, since he’s the one who taught me how to eat it that way. “She’s awesome,” I mumble with my mouth full of noodles and meat sauce. Damn, this is so freaking good!

“Right? Best fucking cook I know, next to you, of course,” he loyally replies.

I snort out a laugh because the only cooking I get to do is if Constance is nowhere to be found, although I did cook when I lived on the farm and Rafe occasionally came by for a meal.

“You think she’ll let me help more now?” I question.

“I’d like to say yes, but probably not since you’re my ol’ lady and in her eyes, that puts you in the same league as me as far as ranking goes in the hierarchy,” he replies. “She is firm in her conviction that she’s responsible for taking care of the cooking for me, the clubhouse, and the ranch hands.”

“Well, it won’t hurt me to ask, I guess,” I muse. “Maybe she’ll relent some, who knows?”

He chuckles while cutting up one of his meatballs. I’m glad to see he gave us an equal number because otherwise, I’d have had to steal one of his. It’s the rule of spaghetti. I always have to have the same amount as he does, or he has to surrender his extra to me.