And then there was a sensation I’d never felt in all our years together.
“Rafe is that your—”
“I hope you were serious,” he whispered, his eyes lighting fire in a way I’d never seen. “Because I want this.” His thumb circled my forbidden, and he pressed just hard enough to have me gasping.
“It’s yours,” I said softly. “All of me, always.” Just as I said it, he pressed his thumb fully into my ass. It felt piercing at first, then foreign, and then incredible with the added movement of his skilled fingers in my core. I saw stars. “Oh, god, oh god.” Rafe leaned forward, demanding my eyes and my every reaction as I came in a rush. His fingers never slowing as I lay lax on the counter. I felt it then, the rush between my legs.
“Wait . . . what is that?”
Rafe looked equally surprised. “Damn, baby.”
“What? What?”
Rafe looked satisfied and giddy at the same time. “You little freak.”
I looked down to see I was soaked, and not just soaked, leaking. “Is this normal?”
“For freaks like you. Shhh,” he said leaning down to take my mouth in another explosive kiss. When he pulled away, he gave me one of his rare smiles that let me know he was impressed by me. It seemed we both had just tapped into something unknown. And if that last orgasm was any indication of what was to come, I would fly the freak flag proudly.
“I’m such a lucky son of a bitch,” he said sweetly. He kissed a hot trail down my chest before he dove between my legs and licked me from ass to clit in one swipe. I looked down at him as he pushed my thighs apart, spreading me wider before he pressed his tongue into me. My eyes rolled back as he took his time licking leisurely a while he palmed my ass. As soon as I was relaxed, Rafe pressed another finger into my backside. That time it went in far easier, and I gasped in surprise.
“I fucking love being able to touch you this way,” he said before he closed his plump lips around my clit and pressed them together hard. I detonated as he got more adventurous with his finger, pumping it in and out of me as I shuddered and came.
Barely recovered, I moved to touch him and hadn’t realized he had already rid himself of his jeans and briefs, the fat head of his beautiful cock gleaming with precum. He wasted no time once he lined himself up and pushed into me with purpose. My whole body jerked at the feeling while we both exploded in sensation.
“Fuck, Alice, fuck!” He roared, as he pistoned his hips, slamming into me, his chest flexing under his T-shirt. I gripped his collar and tugged. “Off, Rafe, take it off,” I said, my heart knocking in my chest and threatening to break free. He was ravenous, his body flexing as he threw every piece of himself into his fucking. I could see the build in him as he pressed in harder. I wanted the night to be memorable, so I began to voice my thoughts, which only spurred him on.
“You’re so hard, baby, fuck me. I’ve been dreaming about this cock all week. Get it, Rafe.”
He pressed in harder with each word I spoke, fucking animalistic, and his eyes turned to pools of black as he pinched my nipples between his fingers and sped up.
Thinking quickly, I grabbed the small bottle of liquid next to my head on the counter and popped the top thrusting it toward Rafe’s nose. Confused, he looked down at me as he kept a madman’s pace, hammering me into the island.
“Fuck, baby, I’m about to go.”
“Inhale this right when you’re about to come,” I said in offering. And when you come, do it all over me.”
“You want that?” he asked, a hint of shock in his voice as his eyes flared.
“Yes. Please.”
“Jesus, Alice, so fucking dirty,” he grunted, his orgasm within reach. He pulled out, his cock fisted in hand as I thrust the bottle toward him. He grabbed it with his free hand and inhaled deeply, pumping himself with the other. It took only a few seconds before confusion took over his features and then his eyes crossed. His dick went from rock hard to a noodle in his hand before he passed out and disappeared from my line of sight, taking half of the counter’s contents with him.
I’d done it. I’d finally killed my husband.
I heard the crash as he went down.
“Rafe! Oh my God, Rafe!”
He was on all fours next to the trashcan, which had toppled over upon impact, while the smiling alien dildo vibrated next to him. In seconds, I was down on the kitchen floor, calling his name. Agonizing moments passed before I heard his answering groan.
“Rafe, are you okay?”
He came to a minute later as I tried my best not to laugh. I’d never seen anything like it. One second, he was fucking me like a God, his cock the hardest it had ever been, the next he was assed-out on the floor. I studied the bottle as he sat up against the cabinets and glared at me. “What in the hell was that?”
Scrambling for words, I let them all out in a rush. “It’s called poppers. It’s supposed to enhance your orgasm. She said it was safe!”
He snatched the bottle out of my hand and gave me the nasty side-eye as a nervous laugh I had absolutely no control over escaped me.
“This fucking shit is toxic. Look, it says ‘harmful if inhaled’. What the hell were you thinking?”
I took the bottle away. “This doesn’t make sense, Amy said she and Rhett use it all the time.”
“Well, that explains a lot about Rhett,” he snapped, moving to stand. “Damn it, woman, are you trying to kill me?”
“Rafe, I’m so sorry.” My laughter chose that moment to break through the terror I felt just seconds earlier. I was hysterical as he glared at me.
“I really am so sorry,” I said, my apology shit due to the fact that I couldn’t stop laughing. Rafe stormed off, his beautiful ass the last thing I saw as he tore out of the kitchen. Once I’d pulled myself together and cleaned up the mess I didn’t want to have to explain to his grandmother or our daughter in the morning, I found Rafe in his study, watching highlight reels. He was livid as he sat in his recliner, and I was sure his ego was bruised. I wasn’t about to try to make it up to him sexually. I was one strikeout away from pulling off a golden sombrero. I would just have to suck it up and admit to Erica when it came to seducing my husband, I was nothing short of a disaster.
“I know you’re mad, just remember that I thought it was going to make you feel good. I would never intentionally hurt you or try to sabotage your game, and you know it.”
Silence. Shit.
“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” I said with a wobbling chin. “I’m going to take a bath and go to bed.” My voice cracked, and a second later the dark eyes I loved so much scoured me before they drifted back to the television.
I turned on my heel and spent the better part of ten minutes counting my blessings. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the way things were. So what if my plans had gone awry. I would make it up to him. And after he won the series tomorrow, I would tell him he had a son or daughter to look forward to. I didn’t have it in me to screw that part of the night up.
And though it made me a bit of an asshole, I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped when I thought of the expression on Rafe’s face when he smelled the bottle. After another laughing fit, I sank into the lukewarm tub. I was surprised when the water jostled a few minutes later. I opened my eyes to see Rafe had joined me in the bath and was pouring water over his dark locks and sweeping the hair away from his head. He looked so sexy, dark and wet. I had to resist the urge to lunge for him. I loved that looking at him still made me feel that way.
“You forgive me?”
He gave me a weary look. “I’m trying.”
A tiny laugh escaped my lips, and he narrowed his eyes before a hint of a smile appeared on his. A few seconds later we were both laughing hysterically.
When some of our hilarity had subsided, Rafe playfully pushed some water my way. “God woman, you’re a walking hazard.”