Chapter Six
Iona
Ahh, I feel so much more relaxed this afternoon. My encounters with Rafe have faded from my memory, and I enjoyed a lovely meal at the café, alone. Maybe I would've liked to have a companion. A friend, not a lover. Just someone to talk to so I wouldn't look like a pathetic woman in her forties who cannae get a date.
Rafe Knight probably found his son by now. I pity that laddie, having a raging erse for a father.
I took a long walk through the village too, so I needed a shower once I got back to my room at the Loch Fairbairn Arms. Oh, the steamy water felt wonderful and relaxed all the kinks caused by stress. Caused by that bloody man. He had been doing rather well with trying to seduce me---until he suddenly scowled and stormed away.
Maybe he has a split personality.
After my shower, I pulled on a plush terry-cloth dressing gown. It's much softer than what I can buy in a shop. I love the feel of it against my skin.
Just as I've sat down on the bed to watch television, someone pounds on my door. I shuffle over there and swing the door open.
Rafe stares at me. He has one hand on the door frame and looks like a maniac---the lustful sort. His hair is mussed, he's breathing hard, and four of the buttons on his shirt are undone. His skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat.
And in one hand, he holds a box of condoms.
Suddenly, I have trouble catching my breath. "Rafe? What do you want now?"
He grasps the belt on my dressing gown and tugs me closer. The sweaty scent of him has a strangely arousing effect on me. "You."
"Dinnae understand."
"You asked what I want." He tears my belt away. "You, that's what I want. My cock buried inside you, no talking, just a hard, hot fuck."
"Ahmno interested in being your revenge poke."
His gaze shifts downward to my mound. He already tore open my dressing gown, so he has a clear view of my entire naked body. "Are you going to deny you want me inside you?"
Aye, absolutely. That's what I should say. But there's something about this unkempt ersehole that turns me on more than I'd like to admit. I've lost my mind and all my self-control. Why else would I debase myself the way I'm about to do?
I grasp the waistband of his trousers and drag him across the threshold. "Keep your obnoxious mouth shut unless you're saying something filthy. Understood?"
"Yes." He kicks the door shut and picks me up only to fling me onto the bed. "Get rid of that dressing gown unless you want me to rip it to shreds."
I cannae move. Rafe unleashed is something I never expected to see. My body grows wetter and achier every second while I watch him disposing of his clothes. He rips his jacket off, flinging it halfway across the room where it lands on the dresser. Then he stumbles around trying to rid himself of his shoes and socks. Even his clumsiness makes me want him like mad.
The despicable man had better give me the hottest sex in history.
Rafe drops his trousers, kicking them away, revealing a surprising fact.
The man has no underwear on. That gives me a clear view of his big, hard cock. The tip is red and glistening. I'd already figured out Rafe has a muscular build, but now I can rove my gaze over every inch of his body and all those beautifully defined muscles.
Oh, aye, I need him inside me. So, I shimmy out of my dressing gown, tossing it onto the floor.
He rips open the box of condoms and flings it onto the nightstand, sending the packets flying every which way. Then he climbs onto the bed, crawling toward me on all fours. Once his face is hovering above mine, he rocks back and forth so slowly that I feel every millimeter of his cock brushing against my belly. My pulse beats hard enough to make me feel a wee bit lightheaded. But when he shoves a hand between my thighs, roughly cupping my mound, I release a desperate cry. Dinnae care if I'm behaving like a pathetic, sex-starved eejit.
Well, I am one of those.
Rafe hoists my knees onto his shoulders and dives his head between my thighs. He latches on to my clit, suckling it fiercely, grunting like a ravenous beast. My nub pulsates, and so does my sex. I clutch his head while he devours me with his tongue, his lips, and his teeth, and my state of arousal intensifies to a level I've never experienced before in all my life. It's intoxicating. The second he thrusts his longest finger inside me, I jerk. My head thrashes and my whole body folds in on itself as I cry out. The orgasm struck so suddenly I had no time to consider what I'm doing with this man. Never before has my heart thrashed so wildly that it seems to want to explode, but it does now.
I clench my fingers in the pillow and unleash a wild, ululating cry.
Rafe rises to his knees. His cheeks have turned pink, sweat drizzles down his chest, and he snatches up a condom, ripping the packet open with his teeth and spitting it out. Despite his almost crazed state, he manages to carefully roll the condom on. Then he grasps my wrists, pressing them to the mattress at either side of my head.
"Keep your hands here," he commands. "Understand?"
"Aye." I love the harshness of his voice and his bossy command. "Whatever you say. Just fuck me already."
He hoists my legs again, urging me to lock my ankles behind his neck. And at long last, he plunges his cock inside me as deeply as possible, holding that position while his expression grows tight.
My back arches. My fingernails make a scraping sound against the pillowcase.
Rafe sets his hands at either side of my hips and begins a brutal pace of pumping in and out, in and out, going faster with every thrust. My cream runs down my inner thighs. Noises erupt from my lips, desperate sounds that can't possibly come from me. No man has ever taken me with so much determination and force, as if he means to brand me with his cock. I can't swear I'd mind if he did do that.
The bed begins to creak and scrape across the floor. My cries escalate into high-pitched shouts. The nightstand wobbles and thumps into the wall again and again.
Rafe shoves an arm under my lower back, hoists me into a semi-sitting position on his lap, and clutches me to his body while he goes on fucking me like a maniac. I throw my head back, thrashing it side to side, lost to the incredible sensations he's giving me. When he begins thrusting upward, I bounce on his cock.
"Yes, oh God, yes, don't stop, you sodding ersehole!"
"I hate you, but I'll fuck you into submission however long it takes."
" Mhac na galla , I despise you but---Oh, God, yes, yes, yes! Don't you dare stop!"
"Ahhh!" He slams me down on the bed. "You love my cock. Say it, Iona."
"I love your cock, you bloody bastard."
"You're an evil succubus, but I'll make you come anyway."
Rafe shoves my legs apart and slaps his hands down on either side of my head. I can just barely see him in my peripheral vision. The tension on his face matches my own. The need to come has turned into a demonic force inside me, and inside him too, I'm dead sure.
He pumps into me like a demon, and the furniture begins to shake and scrape and shiver once again. I push up onto my elbows, tipping my head back, so aroused that it's almost painful. Rafe's grunts escalate into throaty shouts while I let out more high-pitched cries and my sex tightens in anticipation of a climax that I know will blow us both apart. My nipples have grown so sensitized that slightest breeze intensifies my need.
This time, my orgasm gives me no warning. I scream as my inner muscles contract around his cock so many times that I lose count.
Rafe punches into me twice more, roaring like a beast, his release so powerful that I can feel it inside me. Then he freezes briefly, releases a deep groan, and collapses onto the mattress beside me.
"Bloody fucking hell, woman. You are a wild banshee."
"You are a raging bull with a cock to match."
He moves only his eyes to glance at me sideways. "I still despise you."
"I hate you too."
We both spoke in a softer tone of voice that seems to belie our statements. Cannae believe I had a poke with Rafe Knight, the beast who pounded on my door this morning, making false accusations. I've lost my mind. Nothing else explains it.
But I cannot ever do that again. If anyone found out...
Rafe's lips form a charmingly lopsided smile. "That was the best shag since the beginning of time."
"Aye, it was." I fan my face with my hand. "Whew. You have a shocking amount of stamina for a man your age." I look at him. "How old are you, by the way?"
"Fifty-one. What about you?"
"Forty-six."
He smirks. "I suppose that makes me a dirty old man debasing a younger woman."
"You aren't that much older." I roll onto my side, facing him. "Want to give it another go?"
Rafe grins, and it's the most enticing expression I've ever seen. "Yes, I want that. But afterwards..."
"We still despise each other."
"Exactly." He pulls me on top of him. "You can do the honors this time. But I will need a little while to recover first."
Someone knocks on the door. "Um, Iona dear, is everything all right in there?"
That's Mrs. Agnew.
Rafe and I exchange guilty looks, then I call out, "Everything is fine."
"Dinnae know what all the racket was. Sounded like an earthquake, but I didn't feel anything. And the screams---"
"It was the television. I'm fine, I promise."
"All right, if you say so. I need to get back to the front desk."
Rafe looks at me.
I look at him.
And we both burst out laughing.
Once we stop doing that, Rafe lifts his head as if he's searching for something. "Do you have any food? I'm famished."
"I have some potato crisps and chocolate."
"Perfect. Where are they?"
"Over there, on the wee table. I have some water bottles too."
He leaps off the bed, and I sit up to get a perfect view of his backside. That taut erse. Those powerful thighs. The elegant planes of his back. He is a beautiful man. I might want to date him if it weren't for his despicable nature.
Rafe brings our snack to the bed, climbing in beside me.
We both lean against the wall while we gorge ourselves on junk food. Rafe holds a strawberry truffle to my lips and holds it there until I give in and let him slide it onto my tongue. Once I'm done, he offers me another candy. But I take it from him, waiting until he parts his lips for me, then I set the truffle on his tongue. He devours it slowly, keeping his gaze on me the entire time. Then he feeds me another candy, this time butter caramel.
Once I've consumed it, my journalist curiosity rears up. I need to ask him a question. "Why did you come to my room determined to have a poke? You looked like you'd been in a right rammy just before you pounded on my door."
"I pounded you even harder."
"You know what I meant."
He shoves a peanut-butter chocolate into his mouth and uses chewing as an excuse to avoid my question. Even once he's done eating, he stays quiet.
"Rafe, I want to know why you were in such a wild, disheveled state."
All the humor and playfulness has evacuated his expression. "It's none of your concern. Fucking you doesn't obligate me to share anything about my life with you."
"Except when you're shouting at me about your son."
"I shouted because you've been shagging him." The anger he'd shown me earlier seems to be returning. "You don't need to know anything else."
"Considering your behavior today, I have every right to know."
He flies off the bed, knocking the chocolate box onto the floor, and snatches up his clothing. While he gets dressed, he refuses to look at me. But he does not refuse to speak. "I came here to find out what my son finds so intoxicating about a Scottish woman who's twice his age. When did you last shag him? Early this morning? During the lunch hour? You'll probably seduce him again once I've left the premises."
Bod an Donais . Why did I ever let this man touch me?