Chapter 10 #2
“We’re not going all the way,” he murmured, rubbing his lips against hers as he spoke.
“But you are going to give us one of those sexy orgasms before we leave. Then you’re going to sit with us at the restaurant with that gorgeous, just-climaxed flush on your cheeks, squirming in your chair in those wet panties, proof to every man who looks at you that you belong to us…
tonight,” he forced himself to add at the end.
He had to keep the boundaries clear—for them and for himself.
“God,” Keeley breathed, when Rafe backed up his words with action.
He drove two fingers inside her, pumping them fast and hard—and he suddenly understood why Gio had been so annoyingly giddy all day.
Keeley was hot, responsive, ready, and he went light-headed when he considered just how tightly her pussy was going to glove his cock.
He added his thumb to the game, stroking her clit, recalling her surprise that they not only knew how to find it, but how to use it to bring her pleasure so fast. He had to beat down his unexpected anger at every loser who’d taken her to bed and failed her. None of them had been worthy.
He wasn’t either, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to give her less than she deserved.
Keeley’s head flew back against the door, her eyes closed tightly, bliss etched on her face.
Rafe might be doing all the work, but he didn’t forget for a second that Gio was there, watching. Now, as always, the knowledge that he had an audience pushed Rafe higher. He loved watching, but there was something even more heady about putting on a show.
Gio stepped closer, right next to them, and Rafe felt his friend’s gaze. He wasn’t looking at just Keeley. He was looking at both of them.
The bastard had him on the ropes, knew exactly when and how to see the things Rafe worked overtime to hide.
Because he wasn’t able to shield a damn thing right now as Keeley’s pussy clenched on his fingers.
His name slid from between those plump pink lips of hers, lips that were going to be wrapped around his dick very, very soon.
“Fuck,” he bellowed, when Keeley’s hand found its way to his erection, firmly stroking him through his pants.
The unexpected touch proved she wasn’t the only one teetering at the brink.
Unlike Gio, he hadn’t found relief this morning, hadn’t taken the edge off between her legs.
So he’d suffered all day, despite the fact he’d jerked off not once but twice in the shower.
Regardless, he’d be damned if he came from an over-the-pants hand job like a damn thirteen-year-old boy.
“Gio,” he said through gritted teeth, still finger-fucking Keeley, who was fighting her own orgasm, determined to give as good as she got.
God, he couldn’t wait to tame this wildcat, to have her purring in his arms. He loved a challenge, loved a woman who knew how to draw out his hidden alpha, his demanding, take-no-prisoners conqueror.
Gio, mercifully, understood what he needed.
His friend gripped Keeley’s wrist and pulled her hand away from Rafe’s dick, then caught the other before she could resume her grip.
He lifted them both above her head, holding them with one large hand, pressing them against the door, then he cupped her breast with the other.
She made an annoyed sound that quickly morphed to a moan when Rafe added a third finger to the two inside her.
It was the equivalent to pulling a trigger, and Keeley jerked roughly as she came, Gio’s claim on her wrists and Rafe’s weight pressing against her the only things keeping her from sliding to the floor.
Once the spasms in her pussy stopped, Rafe pulled his fingers out, eliciting one last, sexy tremor in her body.
True to his word, Keeley’s cheeks were flushed bright red, something he couldn’t resist pointing out. “Pretty in pink,” he murmured in her ear, loving the way she narrowed her eyes at his cocky tone.
Her strength regained, she gave him a light shove, one that wouldn’t have budged him if he didn’t want it to. As it was, he took a step away, catching sight of Gio’s pleased expression.
He was as big a voyeur as Rafe was. They’d had a long talk about their shared kink one night after Vanessa, the second lover they’d shared, had gone to sleep.
Gio had admitted how hot he got just watching, and one quick glance at the front of his friend’s pants proved he’d really enjoyed what he and Keeley had just done.
Of course, there was small comfort in the fact they were both sporting hard-ons now because—despite what he’d just done—Rafe was still determined to talk to Keeley about their desires.
She was younger than their previous three lovers, less experienced, and, well…
he felt protective of her. He didn’t want her walking into their bedroom blind.
His kinks didn’t end with voyeurism and sharing.
He pushed thoughts of that away for now. He had to, or he’d never get his erection under control.
Rafe had only been in Keeley’s apartment one time before, when he and his buddies all helped her move in.
He’d never seen it decorated, but as he looked around now, he was impressed.
She had good taste, and either she’d cleaned up for them, or she was neat by nature.
He tended to believe the latter, having watched her in the mansion the past few weeks, and the way her workspace was always cleared off and tidy by the end of every day.
He walked to the kitchen and quickly washed his hands before rejoining Keeley and Gio in the living room. She had a small clutch in her hand, and she was transferring things—lip gloss, her wallet, a phone—from her larger bag.
“New phone?” Gio asked.
She nodded. “My first stop after you dropped me off to get my car was the phone store. They transferred all my information over to this one, so the only harm done was to my monthly bill because I hadn’t paid off the last one.”
Rafe listened with half an ear, too hung up on something else. “What was your second stop?” he asked, unable to keep the anger out of his tone.
“What?” Keeley asked.
“Isn’t that your favorite bag?” Rafe asked.
“Uh… Yeah.”
Gio scowled when he realized what she was holding. He stepped next to her. “I thought you left that in JT’s car.”
“I did.”
Gio crossed his arms. “Are we playing the twenty questions game again, or are you going to explain how you got the thing back?”
“I called him after I got my new phone. He had spent the night in the drunk tank, but he’d gotten out earlier this morning and retrieved his car from the bar. I drove by his place to get my bag. Met him in his parking lot because it was still in his car.”
“Keeley,” Rafe growled, displeased.
“It was no big deal.”
“No big deal?!” Gio yelled.
Keeley wasn’t the type to ever back down, and right now wasn’t going to be the exception. “It was my mom’s favorite purse. There was no way in hell I wasn’t going back to get it.”
Gio put his hands on his hips. “That’s not the point and you know it. You should have told us you were going. We would have gone with you.”
“Why? I was in no danger from the idiot. We were in public, in a parking lot. He was hungover and obviously regretting his actions.”
“What did he say?” Rafe asked.
“It doesn’t matter what he said. It only matters what I said after I got my purse. I informed him that he was a stupid asshole, right before I said I never wanted to hear from him again, and just after I told him to go fuck himself.”
Gio relaxed, but only slightly. “That’s all?”
She nodded. “That’s all.”
“Pack a bag,” he said.
“What?”
While they hadn’t discussed this, Rafe knew exactly where Gio was going with his demand, so he explained. “You’re spending the night with us again.”
Keeley, the little minx, tapped her chin as if there was some decision to be made. There wasn’t. Even so, she feigned hesitance. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I have work tomorrow and I can’t be late. My boss is a real hard-ass.”
Rafe wrapped one hand around the back of her neck while grasping one of Keeley’s hands with the other. He drew it behind him, to his ass. “All I heard was ‘my boss has a hard ass.’ Now give it a squeeze, naughty girl, then go pack that bag like Gio said.”
“Jesus, man,” Gio said, chuckling. “And you call me the caveman.”
Keeley squeezed his ass, winking at him as she did, then she walked down the hallway to her bedroom.
“Not sure how I’m going to make it through dinner,” Gio murmured. “Especially after watching you two just now.” He paused, then tilted his head. “Little rough, weren’t you?”
Rafe considered that. He had been rough with her. Rougher than with any of his previous lovers. He wasn’t sure exactly why. Part of him could tell Keeley liked her pleasure with an edge of pain. But it was more than that. In the past, he’d held back, kept parts of himself hidden.
“I know you’ve got an alpha side,” Gio continued. “I do too. I’ve just never seen you quite so…” He took a moment before adding what ultimately was the right word. “Aggressive.”
Rafe blew out a long, slow breath, trying to figure out how he could explain in a way that didn’t reveal too much.
“Our past affairs have been with women we didn’t know as well as Keeley.
I wasn’t sure how they’d react to my more forceful side.
I know Keeley better. I can read her responses, can tell by the look on her face or the sound of her voice if she’s enjoying something, if she needs more, or even if it hurts. ”
He hoped Gio didn’t look too deeply into that, didn’t realize how much Rafe had paid attention to Keeley not just in the past month but for years. He’d always watched her a little more than he’d let on, fascinated by her.
He’d chalked it up to amusement, but now he could see it had been attraction, plain and simple.
He’d also never felt the need to possess or claim his past lovers. But with Keeley…he could settle for nothing less.