With my words, her pussy contracted and her scream echoed off the walls. “Rafe.”
Her orgasm triggered mine and I lost my rhythm as I pounded into her. My mind went blank as I roared and spilled into her.
I collapsed, and turned us both, so I didn’t crush her. Once our breathing regulated, she turned to lay next to me. And I immediately missed being inside her.
“Need to get rid of the condom.”
I made my way into the bathroom and discarded the condom. Looking around the room, an idea came to me. I turned on the tap and filled the tub. Under the counter in the emergency aid kit, I found the generic white candles and the matches. There were only four and I hoped they were enough. It wouldn’t be like the pictures in the magazines, but it would be relaxing. I looked around and grabbed my shower gel hoping it would foam at least a little. As soon as it hit the running water, the bath filled with bubbles and I turned the tap off. I lowered my hand into the water to make sure the temperature was good.
“What are you doing?”
I looked at the bath and back at the naked woman standing in the doorway. Fuck, she was a distraction. I thought it was obvious, and I was sure there was no way I could be doing it wrong. “You mentioned wanting a bath earlier. Get my phone. I have a reading app. You can get yourself a few books on my account.”
“Huh.”
“Baby, you wanted a warm bath with candles and a good book. I can get you two out of the three. But I have no idea what you consider a good book. Obviously, none of the ones on my shelf. So, get a book.”
She blinked and took the phone from me and stepped back into the bedroom. It should be noted that a naked Rory sitting cross-legged on my bed had instantly become my favorite sight.
She handed my phone to me. “It needs a password.”
“Same as the banking one.”
She smiled as she typed it in and I couldn’t have been happier.
CHAPTER 12
Rory
The Plan
Memoriesof the night before flooded my mind as soon as I opened my eyes. After my bath, Rafe bent me over the bathroom counter and took me from behind. I wasn’t some blushing virgin, but sex had always been satisfactory, at best. With Rafe, a man I barely knew it was… fuck… there were no words. And then again in bed after a long debate about Star Wars.
A sliver of light streamed in telling me it was later than I usually woke, but not so late it would impact my day. I frowned as I turned to Rafe’s side of the bed. He wasn’t there and the cold pillow said it had been a while since he’d left. A pink sticky note on his night stand drew my attention. I reached over and read it.
Checking the West Ridge. Coffee’s made. Stay inside. - R
Smiling, I stuck the note back on the nightstand. I appreciated the coffee, less so telling me what to do. He probably thought he was being protective, but I had work to do. The animals needed feeding and I couldn’t very well do my chores from inside.
Of course, I didn’t have any clothes. My overalls and Tshirt were still in a damp pile downstairs. I was sure I could find some sweatpants, though. I threw the covers off me and swung out of the bed. I picked one of Rafe’s black T-shirts off the chair in the corner, and pulled it over my head. I inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of him. The shirt reached my mid-thigh, and the sleeves fell well below my elbows.
As I made my way downstairs, I noticed the small signs of Rafe’s personality. There were no pictures on the wall but there were a few frames on the table under the staircase. There were pictures of his parents, who I knew were both dead, and his brother who he rarely spoke about. There were several of him and Calvin and one with Calvin and Allie, the night of their engagement. I got the distinct impression, Rafe took the picture.
I stepped into the kitchen and the smell of coffee was enough to hypnotize me. The pink polka dot mug I bought in town the week before sat next to the coffee machine. Rafe’s Vierra Ranch mug sat on the opposite counter, still about half full. “Guess the West Ridge was more urgent than I thought.”
I poured my coffee and went in search of my clothes. They were not in the hallway where I’d left them nor in the downstairs bathroom. I walked through to the mudroom and sure enough, my yellow boots sat waiting for me alongside the whirring of the washing machine. I cocked my head to the side squinting at the items spinning in front of me. Blue Jeans, and something khaki. Those had to be my overalls, black clothes too, but I couldn’t make out what they were. I thought back to when I pulled Rafe’s T-shirt over my head, none of our underwear was still on the floor.
Nope, there it is. The black lace caught my eye, and heat rushed to my cheeks. Thank goodness it wasn’t underwire. He and I would need to talk about putting bras in the washer.
The rumble of his truck sounded outside. It approached too fast and stopped too suddenly. I walked through to the living room and peeked out of the window. The driver's door slammed shut and he stomped my way.
I knew that scowl, though I was almost certain I hadn’t been the one to put it there. The door opened, and the moment his eyes landed on me, his scowl softened.
Damn. That gesture shouldn’t feel as good as it did. His eyes roamed up and down my body. His shirt didn’t hide much, but it covered all the things it needed to. Still, the heat in his eyes had my nipples perking up. Like they were saying hello to him and only him.
“I like you in my clothes.” He stalked toward me, taking me in his arms. He planted a soft kiss on my lips before smiling. “I could get used to this sight when I get home.”
My arms went around his waist. “Well, it’s not like you left me much of a choice. All my clothes are in the washer.” I pulled back and looked up at him. “What happened at the West Ridge. That’s close to my cabin right?”
