And what would he do if she invited him in? He couldn’t go in that house. Ever. Nothing short of Bailey’s life being in danger would get him past that threshold. Since Rafe was sure Holt was inside with her, he knew that wouldn’t happen. No matter Rafe’s feelings for Holt, he knew the man wouldn’t let her get hurt.
As for whether he would break her heart or not … well, that was an entirely different story. Rafe had followed the news about the man for the past few years. He’d seen the numerous women that playboy thriller writer Holt Callahan had been linked to. Rafe even recalled an online interview where Holt proclaimed he would never settle down. Rafe had believed him.
Had something changed? Or did Holt have an ulterior motive for being here? Rumor was he was attempting to talk to the sheriff, but no one seemed to know what he wanted to discuss.
Admittedly, Rafe’s feelings for Holt were biased. His experience with the man had shaped his thoughts and made him dislike him. Not because of what happened but because of what didn’t. A part of Rafe had expected Holt to at least reach out to him afterward. Ask where he went, why he’d run off. But there were no phone calls and no texts. Nothing until Holt showed up in town just recently. If the man had given a shit, he would’ve come around a lot sooner.
Not that Rafe had expected Holt to chase after him, but it sure as shit would’ve been nice. Never in his life had anyone chased after him. He’d always been the one to insert himself into other people’s lives. At first, he’d had no choice, and later because it was the only option in his quest for normalcy. Making friends allowed him to stop dwelling on the past and gave him an opportunity to move forward. Even when he came back here, he’d found himself in the middle of everyone else’s life, pretending he fit in.
The only person who hadn’t made him feel like an outcast or a burden or a box to check off had been Bailey.
And Rafe had gone and fucked that up.
Rather than knock, Rafe walked around the porch that circled the entire house. He figured maybe he could see in the windows. If he saw Bailey, then he would knock. Otherwise, he would simply come back during daylight hours.
He made it to the back of the house, alerted to the presence of people by the sounds coming from the swimming pool. The hedges that covered the pool equipment blocked anyone from seeing him, so Rafe kept walking. Maybe his brother was out here, and he could convince him to go in and get Bailey.
Rafe stopped when he realized that certainly wasn’t his brother in the pool. He stepped to the right, peeking through a hole in the hedge. When he did, the security light on the furniture building came on, highlighting what they were doing.
Unlike the other morning when he’d come upon a similar scene, Bailey wasn’t blocked from his view. This time he could see everything. Bailey was on her back on the pool decking while Holt stood in the water, his big hands gently pressing on her knees as his mouth feasted between her legs.
Every ounce of blood that wasn’t pumping his heart took a detour, filling his cock and making it jerk against his zipper. At least now he knew his reaction the other day hadn’t been an anomaly. No, Rafe found seeing them together intensely erotic.
And wasn’t that just fucked up?
Worse, he was standing here watching like it was his right to do so. At the very least, Bailey should’ve been safe knowing he would never violate her privacy. Only Rafe couldn’t move. Fuck, he couldn’t even breathe. He wanted to strip off his clothes and join them.
Yes.
Join. Them.
Fucking hell.
“God, you’re so sweet,” Holt groaned, lapping at her pussy. “I want you to come on my face, little rabbit.”
Little rabbit?Since when does he get to give her a pet name?
And now he was mentally talking to himself. Great.
Turn around.
Walk the fuck back the way you came.
Go. Now.
Rafe ignored the voice in his head, the one that came from a place of reason and common sense. He remained where he was, feeling lightheaded as he watched Holt push his fingers inside her, his tongue lashing against her clit.
“Holt!” Bailey grabbed his hair, holding him in place while she bucked her hips.
Rafe wanted that to be him. He wanted her gripping his hair while she tried to fuck his face. He wanted to make her come with his mouth.
And regardless of what he told himself, he wanted Holt to stand behind him while he did. He wanted to feel the man as he slowly pushed deep inside him, splitting him open before fucking him into oblivion.
The mental image took root, and Rafe gasped for air.
“Is someone there?” Bailey asked, sounding panicked. “Oh, my God! The light’s on!”
“I’ve got you, little rabbit. If it’s anyone, it’s Rafe.” Holt pressed her knees wider. “You like him watching, don’t you?”
