Rafael lifted me as he stood up and walked to the bed.
“I talked to Vaughn,” I gasped as he rested against the headboard with me straddling him.
Rafael focused on my throat. “Don't talk about other guys.”
I forced him to look at me. “He said we could stay at his cabin. It’s private, so you’d feel comfortable about sharing private stuff. I’d also feel comfortable letting you strip down and stretch out.”
His sly grin made me squirm. Rafael groaned when my hips pressed down against his. Feeling powerful and sexy, I grinned.
“Poor, Rafael,” I whispered, kissing him softly before biting at his lower lip. “You like me.”
Kissing me hard, he caressed my hips and lifted me off him.
I sat next to him awkwardly covering my breasts. “What’s wrong?” I asked, thinking my teasing pissed him off.
He reached out and caressed my cheek. “Do you want to touch my cock?”
I hesitated. “Do you mean Rafael’s cock?” I asked and grinned. “Or should I call it Bob’s cock?”
Saint grinned. “I really don't care what you call me, baby. I just want you to touch me like no other man existed before.”
Leaning forward, I licked his lips. My hand rested inside his as he guiding me past his boxers. Hard and hot, his cock twitched against my fingers.
“Rafael’s cock likes me,” I said, my voice betraying my fear.
His smile widened. “I can’t come until I watch you do it.”
Before I spoke, the fingers of his right hand slid under my panties to my moist pussy.
“Trust,” he whispered.
Relaxing my hips, I focused on his dark hungry eyes. He pressed one finger inside me then a second one as I moved rhythmically against his hand. His left hand guided mine over his cock, stroking him.
“Trust,” I whispered.
His knuckle stroking my clit, Saint worked me slowly towards an orgasm. I did the same for him with my hand. Already so thick, his cock grew harder and bigger in my hand.
“I love you, Rafael.”
“Show me.”
At the command of his voice, I moved my hips faster against his fingers, wanting to come for him. My free hand moved from his chest to mine, stroking my nipple.
“Yes,” he whispered.
Rolling my hard nipple to the same rhythm I used on his cock, I worked us both closer to release.
“I love the feel of you inside me,” I gasped, letting go of my nipple and leaning forward to kiss him.
I held onto his chest, our lips sucking hard at each other. His fingers moved faster inside me, following the frenzied movements of my hips. I was so close. I pressed my cheek against his and let go as the pleasure overwhelmed me.
Gasping and pressing down on his hand, I nearly forgot I was stroking his cock. I only felt the waves of bliss. Catching my breath, I rested my face against his shoulder.
“I love when you come,” he moaned, licking his fingers.
Still resting against him, I stroked his cock faster. Cum leaked down my hand and I felt him holding his breath as the hunger built. Rafael wouldn't let go until I leaned forward and licked the head of his cock.
“Damn,” he groaned, unable to control himself any longer.
I stroked every bit of cum out of him, licking drops away until he was soft in my hand.
“How soon can we get to this cabin?” he said as I crawled into his arms.
“Tomorrow is Vaughn’s grilling at his house and I’m supposed to go. I’ll get the keys then.”
“This town is obsessed with grilling,” he teased.
I didn’t respond immediately, too interested in his fingers tugging at my nipple.
“Tomorrow,” I finally whispered. “Can you wait that long? Should we even wait that long?”
“I want private and hotels aren’t really private. I scanned the room for listening devices, rented out the rooms next doors and across the hall, so no one can bother me. I still feel exposed, but I’m a paranoid guy.”
“Paranoia has kept you alive and that’s all that matters.”
“Let’s play more,” he said, adjusting me back on the bed. “I need more than a taste of that pussy. I know how much she missed me, but does she know how much I missed her?”
Grinning, I wiggled my hips as he tugged off my panties. Playing was fun, but soon we needed to take the leap and make things real. No more thinking of Playboy, Devils, and my past. Rafael was mine and I wanted him to claim me.
Chapter Thirty Eight ~ Saint
On my second day back in Ellsberg, I woke up with Harlow’s bare back pressed against my chest and my hand cupping her breast. I smiled and not just because her ass was wiggling against my cock. At peace for the first time in years, I had everything I needed wrapped in my arms.