Good. I wanted to piss him off. Pissed off Rafael was better than a Rafael resigned to a life of solitude and sadness. I’d get him good and mad and he’d bend me over this counter and fuck me through the wall.
I continued my assault on his dignity, “And you’ve got some fucking nerve assuming this is all for you. Maybe I like cooking naked. Maybe I just like being naked.”
Rafael tossed the plate on the table, causing a racket. “I’m not stupid, Cody. This is because of me.”
“Again, there’s that ego.”
He whipped his hands out to his sides and asked, “Why are you never naked at home if you’re such a staunch nudist?”
“Maybe I never had the opportunity with Hank and Mom around. It’s not exactly normal walking around naked in front of Mom and her new husband.”
“Oh,” he folded his arms over his chest and added, “and it’s completely normal to do that around your stepbrother?”
“I don’t know. Is it normal pressing your foot into your stepbrother’s dick while your parents sit on either side of you at the dinner table?”
The scowl he gave me could have frozen hell. “You’re such a brat,” he retorted.
“And you’re such a dick,” I spat back.
Those piercing blue eyes narrowed, and he clenched his hands into fists. “Put on some clothes, Cody.”
I turned off the heat under the burgers and closed the distance between us. “Make me,” I whispered.
Rafael looked like steam was about to shoot from his ears. I loved it when he got mad. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want me to get rough with you, huh?”
“You sure talk a big game for someone who lost the last fight we had.”
“What?” His voice bellowed, echoing off the wooden paneling. “I didn’t fucking lose. You lost.”
“Like, hell, I lost. You know I whooped your ass.”
Rafael grabbed me by the arms and hissed, “Take off this fucking apron.”
I looked him dead in the eyes and whispered back, “Make. Me.”
An animalistic snarl left his mouth as he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me up the stairs. He tossed me on the bed and roared, “You better have brought lube.”
I reached into the bedside drawer, pulled out the bottle, and set it on the nightstand.
“Good boy,” he mused, and damn if I didn’t get hard the minute he said those two words.
I ripped off the apron and was on all fours in a flash. I positioned the pillow to bite into it when he owned me.
He slid his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground. His pants and underwear hit the floor, and he started crawling toward me. I turned to grab the lube to hand it to him, and when I did, he didn’t take it.
He looked at it, then at me. Our eyes met, and he shook his head. “I’m going for a walk.”
My breath hitched, and a chill traveled down my back. “What?”
Rafael stood at the foot of the bed, putting his clothes back on. “I’m not playing your game.”
My eyes burned, and that cold chill morphed into hot humiliation. “Rafael. If you do this, you will hurt me so much that I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back from it.”
He paused and looked at the floor. His body shifted, and I thought he might change his mind, but he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “It would hurt worse later.”
Then he walked downstairs.
Time stopped. The shock and rage that wrestled within put me in such a state that I couldn’t feel anything. Numbness took over.
