Out of Nowhere(66)

And then, yeah, my stupid breathing thing starts. I’m just about to get up and go into the kitchen to quietly freak out when I notice that Rafe’s watching me. It feels like I’m cheating because I know he can’t just sit there and not try and help me. My fucked-up-ness is his damned kryptonite.

He lets out a big sigh and then his hand is on the back of my neck and I close my eyes and try to concentrate on his touch.

“We’re okay,” he says, but it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself.

“Yeah? Well, it feels like shit.”

Rafe sighs. “Yeah. Look, I can’t condone what you did—it’s too dangerous. But I like why you did it. I like that you were trying to help. You’re fucking fierce. I like that.”

“Thought you liked sweet,” I mutter.

“Mmm. Oh, Colin. You’re sweet as hell.”

“Yeah right.”

“Kiss me,” he says softly, a peace offering.

I huff and grudgingly peck him on the lips. He snorts and pulls me closer, kissing me deeper.

“There, see?” he murmurs. “Sweet.”

I push off his chest and roll my eyes at him.

Rafe’s expression turns serious and he moves in and kisses me again. He kisses me like he really does think I’m sweet. As if he has nothing else to do but kiss me.

“I missed you this week,” he says, kissing my neck.

“Oh, now you want to be sweet too, huh?”

He puts on a who-me? expression. “I missed being here with you.” He kisses my shoulder. “I missed eating dinner with you and falling asleep with you.” He kisses my chin. “I like it here.”

“So you’re just using me for my house.”

Rafe nods. “Yeah, and your cat.”

“Damn cat,” I mutter, looking over at her, and one of Shelby’s little ears perks up like she knows we’re talking about her.

In bed, we kiss until we’re both desperate and pulling at each other’s clothes, as if we can ease the tension with our bodies. Rafe strips his underwear off and we both grab for our dicks at the same time. We kiss hard and deep, and it pushes my head into the pillow so there’s only softness beneath me and Rafe’s hardness on top of me.

I press my hips up into his, wanting somehow to be on top of him and underneath him, inside him and around him all at the same time. Rafe groans, sliding his other hand under my thigh to grab my ass, and squeezes, holding us tightly together. He pushes my hand off of us and I call him bossy and he grins, slowing his strokes and kissing me silent, our bodies rocking together as his hand controls our pleasure.

I tug on his hair and he moans into my mouth and strokes us harder. When my balls start to tighten, I squirm beneath him, trying to get just a little more pressure, a little more contact. I gasp into his mouth and he smiles and slows down his strokes again, bringing me away from the edge.

“Damn it!”

Rafe’s eyes are heavy-lidded with lust and nothing I do makes him move any faster than he wants to. He kisses my neck, then bites where it meets my shoulder, which always makes me tighten up, my stomach and my ass clenching.

“Rafe, come on.” I pull at him, but he kisses me before I can say anything else. Then he rolls us so I’m on top of him and sucks on his fingers, getting them slick. I start breathing heavy, and Rafe smiles that wicked half smile and raises an eyebrow. I nod and he slides his fingers inside me. My whole body clenches up on top of him, and his dick jerks against mine in his hand.

He groans and starts moving his fingers slowly inside me. I lean down, begging him with my kiss not to stop. He lets go of our erections for a moment to cup my cheek.

“So sweet,” he says against my lips, and I can smell us on his hand.

“Oh god, shut up,” I gasp, and I thrust against him. Then, “C’mon.”

“Mmm.”

Rafe fists us again, stroking in time with the movement of his fingers inside me. He starts to thrust his hips into mine, his breath coming short. He rubs that place inside me that makes my whole body spark and I cry out, clutching at his shoulders.

“You going to come for me, Colin?” Rafe’s voice is rough with arousal.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“You’re so gorgeous when you come,” he says in my ear.

“Ungh.”

He tightens his hand on our dicks and spreads his fingers inside me, a fingertip still pressing on that spot. Pleasure races up my spine and my orgasm starts deep inside and explodes through me, every stroke of Rafe’s hand on us dragging out the pleasure. I shoot between us and he kisses me, catching my cries with his mouth. He keeps stroking even after I’m a shuddering mess, little aftershocks sparking from my balls to the tip of my dick, and I reach between us and grab his erection and then he’s coming too, groaning into my neck as his heat hits my stomach and his hips slam up into mine.