I hustle over the bridge and follow him into the house, leaving the door open behind me to allow the light from the moon to enter. “Rafe,” I call out, but there’s no reply.
My heart is actually beating fast enoughthat it overrides the throb of my dick. I’m standing in the shadows, so there’s no way for her to see me. I watch her ease over the threshold as if she knows what’s inside the house is more dangerous than what’s outside. She’s right.
“Rafe?” She says my name like a plea, like a prayer for reassurance that she’s not alone in the darkness. I rub my hand over my dick in a long stroke. I think I’m actually afraid to fuck her. What if all this is even better than being inside her?What if, what if, what if…
She turns around, almost like she can feel my gaze on her, and peers into the gloom. Her eyes are wide, trying to see more than what the meager light offers. A creak comes from somewhere deeper in the house as it settles, and she spins again, setting her hand on her chest while she pants. I’m grateful she left the door open. She’s bathed in moonlight, allowing me to see every inch of her. Even the tremble in her lip as she bites it.
Silently, I creep out from my hiding spot, holding my breath. When I wrap my arms around her chest and lift her into the air so I can nuzzle my nose against the soft skin of her neck, she screams, and I almost come in my pants, my hips jerking forward roughly. When she starts to struggle, I lose my shit and come in my boxers with her whimper in my ear. I’m panting like a fucking savage and grinding my cock against her ass, but she’s fighting so much, she can’t even tell.
“Lucy.” Her name leaves my lips softer than I’ve ever spoken. I feel feral and tame at the same time, and my brain wants to fucking explode like my dick just did. “It’s me, it’s okay.” I run my nose up the side of her throat as she relaxes in my arms.
“Oh my God! I almost pissed myself. Why would you do that?” she whines through her huffs while she catches her breath.
“I was just playing, angel.”
Her body goes rigid again. “I don’t like that. Can you not call me that?” she asks while she’s still in my arms, no longer fighting to get free. I lower her down my body, feeling the sticky seed already starting to dry in my boxers from me dry humping her ass.
“Anything you want,” I tell her. There’s truth in the words that doesn’t register until they’re already spoken. If anyone knew the power this girl has over me, my reign as Rex would be done. Would I even care?That’s a question for another day.
“Come on, help me find the light,” I tell her, keeping her fingers trapped in mine.
Chapter 19
Ireally need to pee,is all I can think as Rafe pulls me through the room. “You don’t know where the lights are?”
“I just moved in. Mostly, I only come in and crash.” He sounds super chill, more relaxed than I’ve ever heard him. “I don’t even have the security system fully running yet.” His voice is a little echoey, even though he’s not speaking loudly. After walking for several seconds, I hear Rafe brushing his hand along the wall, searching for the switch.
Eventually, a wall of windows comes into view. There’s enough light streaming in that I can make out what looks like a living room.
“Here we go,” Rafe mutters, and a soft glow of light emanates from the ceiling, barely lighting up a creamy U-shaped sectional sofa.
There’s a low marble table nestled in the center that is probably large enough to be a bed. Even with oversized furniture, the room is almost empty. I look around, spying a large fireplace that nearly separates the room in half. I can’t make out much of what’s on the other side of the partition, but the floor to ceiling windows continue all along the wall. It’s much too dark to see what’s beyond the glass, but it has to be something spectacular to warrant such a view.
When I look over at Rafe, he’s watching me examine his house. “Want something to drink?” he offers casually.
I realize my throat is quite dry. “Sure, yeah.” He guides me to the other side of the fireplace wall, and a massive kitchen comes into view. The cabinets are shiny and dark, but I can’t even tell if they’re wood, they’re so smooth and glossy. The appliances look like they belong in a restaurant, and the entire place is spotless, not even a speck of dust mars the counter that looks like it’s made from concrete.
This house looks like it belongs in the hills of Hollywood, not in Salem, Michigan. How can he possibly afford it? Hell, if Mom used every penny from her settlement, I don’t think she could afford a place like this. Rafe opens a wide silver door and reveals a fridge nearly as empty as this huge house. There’s not a drop of food in sight. I count seven bottles of water and a six-pack—four of which are gone—of beer.
He hands me a bottle of water. “Want a tour?” he asks, watching me over the rim of his own water bottle.
“Ah, is it rude to say no? I’m afraid I might get lost in this place,” I answer honestly.
He shrugs indifferently. “I don’t have a TV yet.” Rafe moves back to the sitting area, drops onto the low sofa, and kicks his feet up on the table. I place my drink down after following him. I’m a little worried it might leave a water ring, but I’m not going to ask him for a coaster. I can pretty much guarantee he doesn’t have one.
“May I use your bathroom?” He stands quickly, leaving his bottle right next to mine, and heads over toward the kitchen. I almost run right into his back when he stops dead in his tracks.
“Shit, you need toilet paper,” he comments to himself, then he changes direction entirely. I follow him down a hall with several closed doors. He flips on the lights as we go until we reach a tall set of double doors. He pauses again and looks over his shoulder at me. “I haven’t been here much,” he warns, then pushes open the doors to reveal the biggest bedroom I’ve ever seen. I force myself not to stare too much, but I can’t ignore his bed. It’s enormous and unmade. The headboard is tall, way taller than me. It looks to be made from tufted black leather, while the sheets and pillows are stark white in contrast.
“Right through there.” Rafe points to an open door to the left of the bed. I keep my head trained in the direction of the bathroom instead of inspecting the room like I want to. I noticed a few things on the bedside table that look like he might have just emptied his pockets and a closed laptop on the end of the bed.
Searching inside the doorframe, I find the light switch, and it reveals a bathroom just as overwhelming as the rest of the house. The huge tub and separate shower don’t hold my attention though. It’s the items scattered around the room that do—toothpaste near the sink, boxer shorts, and a towel left on the floor. I close the door behind me and walk toward the toilet. A familiar pink tube on the sink catches my eye. Without picking it up, I know it’s the same lip balm I use. I sit down to pee, and my thoughts begin to race. Did another girl leave it here? I can’t see Rafe using it. Should I ask him about it?
Even while I’m washing my hands, I can’t look away from it. Maybe I left it in his car? I’ve lost more tubes of it than I can count. I force myself to leave the bathroom, even though I want to snoop.
Rafe is lounging on his bed with his laptop over his thighs and a hand behind his head. “I hope the mess didn’t scare you away.” He watches me.
“It wasn’t that messy,” I reply quickly, feeling a little anxious that he seems to be quite comfortable in his bed. Should I join him? Am I really ready for that?
