You don’t know what?
About you having a blowout with him unless
you’ve gotsome insane temper I don’t know about.
I’ve been watching him like a hawk. He stops and says hey tome during drop off, but not in a skeezy cookie grabbing way.
Like he knows that you and I matter to each other and
that matters to him.
And there’s just something about him.
You may be right, boo. I think he’s actually just a good guy.
You’re fucked.
Shit. What am I gonna do?
*Kanye shrug*Fall in love I guess.
Thursday Night
When Sloan stepped into the mudroom this time, she was greeted by the boys onSportsCenterlisting off the stories they’d be covering at the top of the hour. She was exhausted. Drew would be arriving in the morning. That was enough to set her twitching. Her day had been filled with trying not to think about his cocky face, two operations and a run in with an asshole of a resident had filled her day.
The minute she realized Rafe was still up waiting for her, heat flooded her whole body. She stepped into the living room. She wanted to greet him, say hey, tell him it was nice to see him, but her voice was trapped in her throat.
He was sitting at the edge of the couch in those damn sweatpants, and nothing but those sweatpants, his feet planted in the carpet, thighs spread wide. She looked him over, checking out the thick muscle that ran up his side and over his shoulder, covered in ink. He looked up from his phone and when his eyes met hers, Sloan knew she was in a world of trouble. The good kind.
A bit of a whimper escaped when he stood and tossed his phone on the couch. Her eyes darted right to the unmistakable bulge pressing against the heather grey fabric of his pants. Sloan slowly started backing into the kitchen. It felt like it took nothing but two steps for him to cross the room.
She gasped as his hands went to her ass and lifted her up. Her legs went around his waist, driving his cock right up against her aching cunt. Her arms went around his shoulders, pressing her breasts and their now sensitive tips against his deliciously bare chest. Their lips met, their tongues finding each other in an instant.
Sloan felt herself being carried backward and a tiny thrill rushed through her when her butt hit the far counter. It was risky with the girls upstairs, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was gonna fuck Rafe right here and right now.
He pulled back, breaking their kiss just enough to get to work on the zipper on her slacks.
“What’s come over you?” she teased.
“You want the truth?”
“Yeah.”
“I watched porn for a few minutes, like an idiot, and then all I could think of was bending you over in the pool shed again. I’ve been hard for two hours.”
“Oh, we have to do something about that.” Sloan reached down and slipped her hand into his pants. He was so hard and hot, but she only got to enjoy it for a whole half a second before he lightly took hold of her wrist, stilling her fingers in their path.
“Sloan. Please,” he said, pretending to be annoyed. “I’m about to blow my load. At least let me get inside of you before I embarrass the shit out of myself.”
“Sorry,” she replied with a little snort. “I’ll just let you handle this.”
“Thank you.” She went to work on wiggling out of her slacks while he pulled a condom out of the pocket of his sweats. He pulled out his cock and slid the protection on. She decided to help him out by tugging the crotch of her underwear to the side. Arching her hips, she took him all the way in a single thrust.
“Fuck, thank god,” he groaned.
“Better?”
He answered by pressing his lips to hers.
