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  “Not after what happened the last time.” He laughed and rolled out of the bed. He looked at her, and she was sitting there sad again. “I’m teasing, Layla. That was my own fault, not yours.”

  She nodded, but he knew she would think about it. How did he always seem to say the wrong things to her?

  * * *

  They were sitting on the couch, naked. Relaxing and letting the grilled cheese and tomato soup settle in. A crisp air sometimes flittered over her and made her skin tighten, her nipples bead.

  “This is really nice,” Layla commented on the cabin ignoring her nakedness. It was a genuine log cabin inside and out. The bathroom was finished and had updated accessories. The kitchen had basic modern appliances, and the furniture reflected a contemporary country feel. The fireplace was perfect for cold winter nights, and the flat screen television hung on the wall and out of the way. It was both a place where a couple could cozy up, and a place someone could escape and have fun. Fortunately, they had escaped here to have fun. “I’d stay here; well, I mean if I were going to visit Montana at least, I would definitely want to stay in a place like this.”

  “We’ve put a lot of work into the cabins to make sure they meet the needs of the modern guest without taking away the reason some of the guests come here to begin with,” Rafe said as he looked around the cabin and appreciated the work. He had one long leg stretched toward her as they sat at opposite ends of the couch. Her foot was in his lap; his thumb stroked the sole occasionally sending sparks up her leg to her clit. While Rafe looked around, Layla took the opportunity to look at him and appreciate the art of Rafe. He wasn’t big like Heath, though he wasn’t small. Rafe was all long lean muscles. His arm had healed for the most part, though he complained about it from time to time when he overdid it. He was still on limited use though he’d made good use of all of his body tonight.

  “Where did you get that scar from?” Layla noticed for the first time the small scar that made a half moon circle on his shin. Of course, he had hair all over his legs and she paid more attention to the area below his navel and above his knees than anything else when he was naked like he was now. Yet tonight she began to notice more details.

  “Which one?” He laughed.

  “The one on your shin, the little one.” She pointed.

  “Oh, yeah, that one. Let’s just say that having a little sister made for interesting toys, and when you slip on one thing and land on another, you get a little plastic moon imbedded in your skin.” He rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling. “She left everything out, and I was sneaking in. I woke up the whole damn house. I always took jeans when I went swimming at night from that point on.”

  “What were you doing swimming at night?” Layla asked then regretted the question. “Don’t tell me.”

  “It’s not like that. I mean there were girls there yeah, but like I said, I had on shorts. Me and a few friends would go to the lake, drink beer, flirt with the ladies, and jump in. You know go get wild now and then. Haven’t you ever just let loose and had fun with a bunch of friends?” He drew his brows together.

  “I didn’t really have a lot of friends. I mean I had my friends at school, but we were all pretty driven. We went out to eat and danced, but a wild girl’s night, no, not really.” Layla shrugged. “You are about the wildest thing I have done, this—” She looked around— “is about the wildest thing I have done.”

  “I’m wilder than a threesome?” He snorted a laugh. “I somehow doubt that.”

  Her face went red and she cringed. “It really wasn’t as much fun as you might think. I mean I consider myself pretty open to exploration. I enjoy sex, though until you, I enjoyed sex alone a lot better than with anyone else.” She rubbed her forehead; this was not going well. How could she explain without sounding like a slut? “It was awkward. I only kissed her, and we touched a little, but it was weird, and at some point I sorta left. I mean once two people are connected in a certain manner it is easy to escape without much notice. I think we were all mortified. I never saw him again, and I didn’t talk to her much afterwards either. It was her idea in the first place.”

  “Well then.” Rafe licked his lips. Immediately the air changed and her heart thumped harder, faster. “It’s safe to say that the two of us will do.”

  She laughed. “I couldn’t share you with another woman, Rafe.”

  “I won’t share you with another man.” It was a serious statement, and he didn’t laugh.

  “I wish we could stay here tonight.” The words came out of her mouth before she was able to stop them. It was his fault; he had her so compliant, so relaxed, she didn’t think before speaking. His eyes widened a moment then a slow easy smile tugged at his full kissable lips.

  “I can make a phone call. We could be there before they wake up.” His dimple drew her attention. She nodded as a response. “Be right back.”

  The moment he left the couch, she missed his warmth. She wanted that big hairy leg back under her smooth shaven one. Unable to stay away from him long enough for the phone call, she walked to where he stood in the kitchen area, naked, as he told Jan they would be there before eight in the morning.

  When he hung up the phone, she slid her hands up his back. Her fingers pushed into the muscles on his neck, his shoulders. They trailed down his spine and gripped his buttocks in each hand. “You have a better ass than me. It’s firm.” She gripped and tested the muscles.

  He chuckled. “I like your ass just fine. I don’t think I would be as attracted to it if it were like mine.”

  Layla kissed his shoulder blade, between the blades, and let her tongue lick down his spine until she reached the crease of his ass. She nipped his left butt cheek, and he took a step forward. “Layla?”

  “Turn around.” She stroked her hands down his legs. “I want to feel your cock in my mouth, Rafe. I want to taste you.”

  His left knee dipped a second then straightened again. He turned slowly, but when he faced her, his dick was thick, full, and ready to be sucked.

  “Beautiful.” Layla nodded and then took him in her hand. She stroked him once, twice. He lifted her hair off her shoulders. She stroked his hair-roughened testicles and teased them with a lick of their own.

  “You are beautiful. I agree,” Rafe whispered.

  Layla licked his dick from root to tip. She felt as if she were intoxicated. He really got her high in a way. The Layla everyone knew would in no way be reenacting a porn scene, but the woman she was right now, in this minute, wanted to see what her limits were. She wanted to test her body, her mind, and his.

  She sucked him fast, slow, easy, and then hard. Her tongue slid around the rim of his cock, and he moaned. Her hand was so slick from her saliva it pumped him in and out with ease.

  “Get up.” He growled. “Bend over.”

  She leaned over the kitchen table and looked back at him.

  “No, I changed my mind,” he said then pulled out a chair to sit in it. “Sit up there.”

  “On the table?” She moved to oblige his request.

  “Yeah, that’s it.” He slid closer to her, placed her feet on his thighs, and pushed her legs apart.

  It was an awkward position, sort of like a pelvic exam at the doctor’s office. She wiped that clear from her mind. Rafe scrutinized her vagina. He looked at it as if there was a mystery to be solved. She couldn’t resist. “Insert tab A into slot B.”

  “What?” He looked up at her with a wry smile.

  “It seemed like you were waiting for directions, and I am dying up here, so I was trying to help.” She laid back the rest of the way so that she was flat on the table. The cool wood was hard and uncomfortable, but she didn’t mind. “If you don’t lick me, finger me, touch me in the next two seconds…”

  “You’ll what?” he asked humor in his tone.

  “I’ll… I don’t know what I’ll do…”

  Rafe leaned in and tasted her. He nipped the inside of her thigh with a gentle love bite. Her legs were already tremblin
g by the time he was using two fingers to stroke her clit on either side. Rafe began licking her. Slow at first, torturing her clit by only teasing it then moving on. Her hips moved against him, he pressed a finger inside, and she groaned as it eased into her. “You’re so fucking wet, Layla.”

  “More, Rafe, I need more.” She was mindless; her body rocked and rocked against him. He licked, sucked, and tugged. He pushed two fingers then three. Her hands cupped her own breasts and pulled at the nipples. “Rafe.”

  “Yes?” His voice was low.

  “What do you want to do to me, Rafe?” She continued the rocking of her hips.

  “What do you want me to do to you?” he asked then suckled her clit a second making her cry out.

  “What else can we do, Rafe? I want to be wild, remember, free. What would you do in your wildest dreams?” she asked. He left the fingers inside her and then a new sensation struck her like lightning. The tip of his finger touched the budded hole of her ass.

  Layla gulped. It was a request. A serious one considering his size. “I might have to work up to that.”

  He laughed and slid his fingers out of her. “Ride me, Layla. You have me all wound up now.”

  She slid down and relished the feel of the tip of his cock as it slid so easily into her. “God, you feel so fucking… good, Rafe.”

  “Yeah… Mmmm… Come here.” He pulled her closer as she rode his dick up and down over and over again.

  She used the floor for leverage, but her thighs got tired quickly. “Get back on the table.”

  He stood up, pinning her underneath him. He pulled her legs up and propped her calves on his shoulder. It was so deep this way. He kissed her lips in a frenzy. His body trembled and pushed against hers until she was crying out for more. He pulled out then slid farther down her body and licked her pussy again until she was mindless. Her wetness soaked her from front to back. He put his finger at her anus again. This time he pressed against the hole. As soon as it passed the barrier inside, she came.

  It was a hard violent orgasm. She thought she may just pass out as the sensations shook her from head to toe.

  “Well, that was something.” He was at her ear whispering. She hadn’t even noticed he moved. “I didn’t know…”

  “Me either. But it is certainly something to look into for next time.” He was lazy, nibbling her ear.

  “Rafe, don’t you want to come?” She pushed him up to look at her. His eyes were curious.

  “I did come.” He frowned. “Did you black out?”

  She shrugged.

  He laughed. “Maybe we shouldn’t try it then.”

  “We’ll see.” She smiled. Her whole body grew tired, sated. She was drained and unable to think clearly. Her back ached from the table, and she understood how he could not feel the pain of a love bite as she was just realizing the ache from the table.

  He kissed her lips. “Shower?”

  “UmHum.” She nodded then yawned.

  Chapter 12

  Rafe had set the alarm for five o’clock. He wanted to be sure he could start the morning right since he had no idea when he would get to do this again. He held Layla so close it was as if they became glued together in their sleep. Her nose was in his neck; her breath tickled his skin. Her thigh was pressed tightly between his, her front was glued to his front, and their arms were wrapped around one another.

  The radio began playing country music, and he could feel the flutter of her lashes against his skin as she opened her eyes. “I just realized something.”

  “What’s that?” They didn’t move from the position they were in.

  “I had to toss out the contacts last night, and I don’t have my glasses.” He could feel it as her smile spread across her lips and then those lips opened allowing the heat from her mouth to ignite the fire inside of him as she kissed his neck.

  His cock, already hard and pressing against her belly, twitched. He lifted his right leg off her thigh and moved his hand down to reposition her. He pulled her leg over his hip. Layla tilted back as her sex lined up with his. “I should brush my teeth first.”

  He smiled at her. Surely after all they had done, all they had been through in the past few months, she couldn’t think morning breath would stop him. Besides, he didn’t have a toothbrush either.

  He ignored her shyness and leaned in to kiss her lips as he rolled her to her back and let the head of his dick slide along her heated pussy. She was hot, wet, and ready. He slid in with a moan. There was no way to get enough of Layla; she was made for him. He could feel words creeping into his throat. He couldn’t say them, though they were there. He didn’t want to undo all the progress he was making. He needed to stop moving slow. If he picked up the pace, he could say something dirty.

  “Your pussy is so tight, Layla. It feels fucking amazing.” He bit down on his lip to hold back any sentimental declarations.

  “Rafe,” She gasped as he went deeper, so deep he could feel the head of his cock rub against her cervix.

  “Too far?” He pulled back and made shallower thrusts.

  “No.” She pulled a pillow from underneath her head and lifted her hips. She tucked the pillow underneath her ass giving her body a new angle. “Yes, yes, that’s good.”

  “Fuck.” He liked this angle. He could go deep, and it didn’t hurt her. “I…”

  He gripped her close in his arms, let all of his weight push against her, and took her over from head to toe. She gripped his back with biting force, and her nails stung as they sunk in to his skin. He couldn’t say it. He wouldn’t say it first this time. He kissed her lips as she pulsed around his cock. He couldn’t watch her face as she came. He couldn’t look at her when he came or he would be done for.

  Closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip, he let go with a long grunt.

  Collapsing on top of her made her giggle.

  “What?” He kissed her shoulder then rolled to her side.

  “I was thinking how silly it is to have to sneak back into the house this morning.” Her face turned serious, her cheeks still flushed. She reached a cool hand over to stroke his face. “I don’t think I can wait another two weeks to do this again.”

  “We’ll work something out.” He nodded. “I… Do you want to head back now?”

  “We probably should.” She sighed and sat up. “If we are ever sneaking out for an overnighter again, don’t let me leave without my contact stuff, or at least my glasses.”

  * * *

  The children were asleep. Exhausted from building their first snowman of the year, they were easy to settle down tonight. He made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Layla had made some hot chocolate and was wearing a fuzzy pair of pajama bottoms, a long sleeve shirt that looked very familiar to him and thick socks. Her long hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she had her glasses on. He didn’t know if he had ever seen the woman look more attractive to him than in that moment.

  “For me?” he asked as he picked up the cup she nodded toward.

  “I put extra marshmallows in there for you.” She winked. He stifled a groan. His dick was already growing hard against his jeans. She was simply trying to be nice to him, and he was simply going mad with lust for her. He sipped the drink then gulped it as he realized it was warm not too hot.

  “Do you want to watch TV?” she asked. Her blue eyes sparkled; her smile came so easy now.

  “In my bedroom?” He bit his lower lip.

  Her brows drew tight making a crease in between them. “What if?”

  “They are out. Brice was even snoring.” He closed the distance between them and placed the coffee cup on the counter. He reached for her cup and set it down, too. “We can watch television, or we can be quiet, slow, and torturously naughty as we watch each other.”

  She looked toward the stairs then back to him. Her eyes proved she was aching for it as much as he was. “We have to be very careful. I mean, it seems ridiculous sometimes. I think to myself why can’t I just go sleep in your bed? Why can’
t we be like normal parents and not sneak to have sex? If we were normal parents, we wouldn’t have to be in separate bedrooms.”

  He couldn’t talk, couldn’t breathe. She was referring to him as a parent. Had she made a commitment and not told him so? “But I’m not their dad. I’m not a parent.”

  She took a deep breath. “You’re the only dad they have, Rafe. Like it or not, that is what they see you as. They have been seeing you as their father since the first time you watched them. You have no idea how hard that was for me. I wanted to be a good mom, and when I came home to find a man in my house watching my kids, I freaked out. Then I really freaked out when they told me how great you were. They have loved you from the first moment you stepped foot in their lives. Tell me you don’t see them as your babies. I knew the moment we came to stay here, you had built those rooms for my children. I know you want them. The only question is, do you want me?”

  “I want you,” he admitted in a low voice.

  “Rafe?” The woman had totally turned the tide on him. He watched as she bent down on both knees in front of him. “Will you marry me?”

  “Do you love me?” She wasn’t getting her answer until he got his.

  “Yes.” She smiled. “I’ve been in love with you for a very long time. I was just too afraid to admit it.”

  “If I say yes, do we have to abstain until our wedding night?” He crossed his arms and looked down at her.

  She scowled at him. “No.”

  “Do I get to pick when and where?” he asked.

  “Rafe Johnson, will you marry me or not?” She stood up and put her hands on her hips.

  A smile slowly tugged at his lips. “I’ll think about it.”

  To see the look of shock cross her face was priceless. “I… You.”

  Before she got too wound up, he closed the distance between them and kissed her anger away. “Mmm, I thought about it. I think I will marry you. If…”

  “There’s a condition?” She was torn between laughter and frustration.

  “My little sister has ten questions for me. I want her to ask those ten questions to you, too. If we can answer them, then we can get married. If we can’t, we have to wait.” He hugged her close. “But we don’t have to wait to sneak around before the inquisition.”