by Katy Kaylee
“Rafe.” My name came out on a gasp, as I worshiped her tits, kneading and kissing and biting and sucking them. Her hips were gyrating with each tug on her nipples. With my mouth still on her, I pushed her shorts and underwear down.
I stood back slightly, wanting to take in all her curvy, round, soft beauty. I lifted my gaze to her eyes. “I want to taste you, Summer.”
She nodded, and I helped her onto the edge of the table. I dropped to my knees and gently pushed her thighs open. Her pussy was pink and swollen, her nest of blonde curls covered in her own juices.
“You’re wet, Summer.”
“You make me wet.”
I groaned. Sweet Summer talking dirty made me want to come in my jeans. I ignored my raging hard-on and instead dragged my tongue between her pussy folds, bottom to top, top to bottom.
“Oh God Rafe…yes…”
“You like that?” I swirled my tongue around her clit, and then flicked at it quickly.
“Ohhhhh…yes...I love your mouth on me.”
“Did you miss me, Summer? Did you miss my mouth?”
“Yes,” she said with no hesitation.
It made my bravado increase. She may have had another man, had his child, but she missed me.
“I missed you too.” It only seemed fair to tell her how I’d longed for her too. “I missed your sweet pussy…your sweet honeysuckle pussy.”
She moaned as I thrust my tongue inside her hot wet hole. Her fingers gripped my head as her hips gyrated against my mouth.
“Make me come, Rafe. Please…make me come.”
Her words were music to my ears. I inserted one finger, and then two into her tight pussy. “Oh, baby, you’re still so tight.”
Her hips lifted, seeking more from my fingers. I began to thrust them in and out of her.
“Oh, Rafe…I’m going to come…”
I pushed my fingers deep inside her, tilting them up and rubbing that one special spot inside her as my lips wrapped around her clit and sucked.
She cried out and her hips bucked up. Her body tightened and convulsed, and her sweet pussy juice coated my hand.
I gently brought her down. I stood, and with my gaze on hers, I brought my hand to my mouth, sucking her sweet nectar from my fingers.
“You taste so fucking good, Summer.” Then I kissed her, so she could taste how good she was too.
Her hands went to my belt and then my jeans. “Fuck me, Rafe.”
My head was spinning. For five years, this had been only a dream. An image I conjured up when I needed to jack off until my interest in that eventually waned.
But this Summer, she was real. Right here in front of me, stroking my cock, leaning forward to kiss it.
“Baby.” I pulled her head up and kissed her hard. “I need to be in you.”
She nodded, shifting her body to open to me. “Fuck me, Rafe.”
I stepped closer to her, and taking my cock in my hand, I rubbed it between her pussy folds, coating it with her juices. Then unable to wait any longer, I pushed into her, slowly, savoring every millimeter of her tight body as it accepted me inside.
“Oh fuck, Summer…God.” I finally reached the hilt, and I held there, as emotion rushed through my body along with sensual sensations. For a moment, I just held her, savoring the sound of her breath, the warmth of her lips as they kissed my chest, the feel of her pussy massaging my cock. It was perfection. I wanted to stay like that forever, but my dick had other ideas.
Slowly, steadily, I moved. Withdrawing nearly all the way, and then sliding back in until she couldn’t take any more. Again, and again.
“Yes, Rafe, you feel so good…so good.”
I was quickly nearing the edge. “Are you close, baby?”
She let out a gasp. Not wanting to take any chances. I sucked on a breast as I rubbed my thumb over her clit. Her hips bucked up and her pussy clamped down on my dick like it never wanted to let it go. “Rafe!”
“Fuck yeah!” I pistoned my hips, plunging into her like a mad man, as her pussy brought me to the edge of reason, and then sent me flying into oblivion. I collapsed on her over the table, and even then, my dick continued to pulse, until my cum was dripping onto her kitchen floor.
Finally, I had my breath and strength enough to kiss her. Then I lifted my head to stare down into my sweet Summer’s face. I grinned. “You’ve cured me of what ailed me most.”
She smiled as she ran her fingers through my hair. “And what was that? Blue balls?”
I laughed as I helped her sit up. I cupped her cheek. “Missing you.”
7
Summer
I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t still get in trouble if it got out that I’d had sex with my client…former client…but as my pussy walls still sang from Rafe’s thorough fucking, it was hard to regret it.
As much as I loved it when he touched me, his admission to missing me meant even more. For a tall, dark, broody man, Rafe was surprisingly open with his feelings. He didn’t like it when I saw him under the spell of his PTSD, seeing it as weakness. But he didn’t seem to think that being open with his other feelings as weak. To my professional self, that was a good sign.
But of course, this wasn’t professional, I reminded myself as I wiped up his cum from my kitchen floor.
“Sorry about that.” He said, not looking sorry at all. “It’s your fault though.”
I quirked a brow at him, while my insides tingled at the idea that they’d wrung all that cum from him.
I threw the paper towel away. “Do you think you can make it to a bed this time?”
He flashed me his wicked grin. “Show me the way.”
I led him up to my room, for a moment wondering if I should be indulging in my sexual fantasies in the same home I raised my child in. Our child. Shit…
“You okay, Summer?” He gently tugged on a curl of my hair.
What was I doing? Where was this thing with Rafe going to go? The professional in me knew I needed to tell him about Emma. But the protective mother didn’t want to put her at risk. Not that Rafe would hurt her physically, but I still didn’t know the extent of his psychological challenges. I didn’t even know his plans. It had sounded like he’d come home to Hope simply because he didn’t know what else to do. But once he found himself again, would he stay?
I couldn’t let Emma get attached to him, only to have him leave. I knew what it was like to have a parent leave. Sure, I turned out okay, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It didn’t mean I didn’t have moments of wondering why I wasn’t good enough for her to stay. I never wanted Emma to question her worth or to feel the pain of abandonment.
I mustered a smile and told myself I could have one night. Tomorrow, I’d figure the rest out. “Yes. Just wondering what sorts of sinful things you’re going to do to me next.”
His eyes flashed with wicked heat. “Whatever you want me to do.”
In my room, we lay on the bed, talking for a bit, in no hurry to do anything. I was nice to be able to connect with him again like this.
“I didn’t use a condom.” His concern seemed to be more for me, than any real worry about pregnancy or STD. “I’m clean, Summer. I haven’t been with anyone.”
“It’s okay. I’m still on the pill and I haven’t been with anyone either.” For me, the pill was mostly about regulating my periods. In the busy life of a single working mom, it helped to know exactly when to expect the monthly visit.
He kissed my forehead. “Are you going to tell Gavin about this?”
Oh God, I forgot about that. “Not at this moment.” I stroked his cock, which was already thick and swollen. “Right now, it’s like five years ago. Just you and me in our little bubble.”
He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Was he disappointed? Did he want to tell Gavin? Not wanting to discuss it, I maneuvered myself so I was on my knees beside him. I took his massive cock in both hands and began to stroke.
He sighed and closed his eyes. His hand gently caressed my thigh, then
moved over my ass. When I took his dick in my mouth, his fingers found my pussy and began to thrust and flick at it.
It was hard to ignore the glorious sensations his touch ignited, but I wanted to bring him pleasure, so I focused on his thick cock, sliding in and out of my mouth, then stroking it in a twisting motion with my hand as I sucked his balls.
He maneuvered me so that I was straddling his shoulders. I looked between my legs and watched as he lifted his head, and thrust his tongue through my pussy lips.
“Oh, God.” My hips gyrated and I really wanted to fuck his mouth. Would he suffocate if I did that?
“Suck my dick,” he said between slurps of my pussy.
It was hard to concentrate before, but now it was nearly impossible. But I tried, sliding my mouth up and down his long cock as his tongue thrust inside me.
Gasping, I jacked him off with my hand, as my breathing made it too hard to suck him. He stuck a finger inside me, swirling it around.
“You’re distracting me.”
He pushed me forward a little bit and got up from under me. He maneuvered behind me and adjusted me so that I was on all fours, and I finally understood his plans to fuck me doggy style.
“Will this help?” He rubbed his cock along my pussy.
“Yes.” Good God, it felt so good. I pushed back, wanting to feel him inside me again.
He gave me what I wanted, pushing in. Then he leaned over me, reaching around to play with my tits as he kissed the back of my neck.
“We never fucked this way before,” he said.
“No.”
“Are you okay with it?”
“Yes.” I wanted to tell him I was okay with anything he wanted to do. But he started thrusting and all thought left my brain. All that was left was him filling me, sending delicious sensations coursing through my body.
“Oh, shit…so good.” He groaned.
I had to agree, but could only respond with harsh breathing. My arms started to get tired so I dropped down onto my forearms.
“So fucking sexy, Summer.” He gave my ass a light spank and then gripped my hips as his thrusts became faster, deeper. “I’m gonna come, baby…”
I reached between my thighs and stroked my clit.
“You touching yourself?”
“Mmm…yes.” Tension coiled tight in my clit and I knew I was about there.
Rafe let out a long feral growl, plunging deep and filling me with his hot essence. My whole body tensed and then snapped as pleasure rang out from my pussy to my toes. A few moments later, I was back in his arms and it was like five years ago; so perfect.
Later we ate, had sex on my couch, had a snack, and then had sex again. By the time I’d fallen asleep in my bed, I’d lost count of the number of orgasms I’d had.
The next morning, I woke with a start, realizing I’d slept in. Next to me, Rafe was sound asleep, and I could have lay there and simply watched him forever. But Emma would be coming home soon. For a moment, I’d considered getting Rafe up and out of the house before she came home. But I knew he’d meet her sometime, even if we just ran into each other around town. More importantly, I had to know how they’d be around each other so I could decide if and when to tell him that he was a father.
I slipped from the bed, showered and dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. I headed downstairs to make coffee. Rafe’s clothes were still strewn in the kitchen, so I folded them and brought them upstairs.
I’d just poured coffee when the door opened.
“Mommy!”
I put my cup down and went to greet her at the front door. Emma ran in to hug me while Jess set Emma’s little bag by the front door.
“Everything go okay?” I asked Jess.
“Of course. Emma is a little sweetie pie.”
“You said we could make cookies and have a tea party today.” Emma tugged on my shirt for my attention.
“We can. Be sure to thank Ms. Jess.”
Emma turned to Jess and thanked her.
“By the way, there was a car parked in front of your place all last night.” Her brow arched. “I hope that means you had a sleepover too.”
My cheeks heated. “Thank you for having Emma over.”
She laughed. “I’ll get the deets later.”
I got Emma settled and we started on the cookies, all the time I wondered when Rafe would get up and what would happen when he did. I finally heard the shower and the tell-tale squeak of the stairs.
“Good morning.” Rafe stood at the entrance to the kitchen looking so sexy in his jeans and t-shirt, his dark hair combed back.
“Good morning. I’ve got coffee.”
Emma gasped and her eyes widened. “Who are you?”
“I’m Rafe.”
Emma looked up at me. “He’s a giant.”
I laughed. “Rafe is a friend of mommy’s and your Uncle Gavin’s.”
“Did you have a sleepover too?”
It was then I realized that I could have a problem keeping this interlude a secret. I could imagine Emma telling Gavin how Rafe had a sleepover at my place.
Rafe looked at me as if he wasn’t sure how to respond either.
Emma frowned. “Where’s your dog?”
Rafe flinched and knowing it was a difficult subject for him, I tried to redirect her. “Honey, why don’t you put the sugar in.”
“How do you know about my dog?”
“You’re the soldier with the dog.”
Rafe looked at me with a mixture of confusion and surprise.
“We sometimes swim at the river behind your house, and I’ve told her about you and your grandmother.”
He nodded. “My dog isn’t here.”
“Why not?”
I mouthed ‘sorry’ to him.
“He went to heaven.”
Emma’s eyes widened. Then she jumped down from her stool and ran to Rafe, putting her arms around his legs. “I’m sorry about your dog.”
Rafe jerked slightly as if he wasn’t sure what to do about Emma’s show of sympathy for him. Then he put his large hand on her back. “Thank you.”
She looked up at him. “You can get a new dog, and then when I come to your house at the river, I can play with it. My mommy won’t get me a dog.”
“Emma and I are making cookies. I have some coffee for you.” I wanted to get off the subject of dogs altogether.
“Do you want to make cookies too?” Assuming the answer would be yes, Emma ran to the drawer that had all the aprons, pulling out a pink one with cupcakes on it. “Here, you need put this on to keep your clothes clean.”
I was about to tell him he didn’t have to when a huge grin spread on his face. He took the apron. “It’s been a long time since I made cookies.”
“You made cookies before?” Emma asked returning to her stool.
“My Memaw and I used to make cookies.” He put the apron on, and my heart swelled. Rafe Buchanan, 6 foot 3 inches of hard muscle, Marine MP, was in my kitchen wearing a pink cupcake apron.
“I don’t have a Memaw. I have a Paw Paw though. Want to know a joke?” She held out her finger.
“Emma, no gross jokes. It will ruin the cookies.”
Rafe just grinned at me.
We’d just got the cookies in the oven when my work phone rang. In my mind, this meant one thing; someone was in crisis.
“I need to take this. Can you watch her?” Normally I had to have one eye on her while I had one ear on the phone, which wasn’t ideal.
Rafe nodded. “I think we can manage.”
“I owe you.”
He followed me out of the kitchen and whispered. “You can pay me back by wearing that apron sometime.”
“I’m wearing it now.”
“I meant, only that apron.”
I smiled. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you.”
He gave me a quick kiss away from Emma’s view and then returned to her.
The call was exactly as I feared. Simon wasn’t doing well this morning. But I did my job an
d by the time the call was ended, he was going to call his son and see if he wanted to go fishing. Nearly an hour had passed and I felt bad for leaving Rafe with Emma all that time.
When I entered the kitchen, I thought I might swoon. Rafe sat at Emma’s tiny little table, still in his apron, having cookies and playing tea party. Emma was standing behind him, and finishing putting in a little pink barrette in his hair next to a glittery bow.
“There.” She said studying her work.
“How do I look?” he asked. He then noticed me, and a pink tinge colored his cheeks.
“Beautiful.” She patted his cheeks.
I entered the kitchen. “You look marvelous.”
He smirked. “Will you be joining us for tea?”
“I think I will.” I sat with Rafe and Emma, and a sense of calm and perfection came over me. This is how it should have been for us. What I wasn’t sure of was whether or not it could ever be that in the future.
8
Rafe
If someone had ever told me I’d be wearing pink hairbows and having a tea party with a four-year-old, I’d have punched him. Seriously. I was a man’s man. I was a Marine. And yet, in a matter of minutes, Summer’s child, Emma, had me wrapped around her finger.
The girl seemed to have Summer’s kind, gentle demeanor, but except for the perky nose and cupid lips, she apparently took after her father. Her skin was closer to olive, and her hair was dark, although it had the waves that Summer’s hair had. In fact, Emma’s dad must have had my coloring, and the arrogant side of me wondered if Summer had been attempting to find someone who was like me when she met him.
When Summer joined our party, a sense of calm came over me. Like this was where I was supposed to be. I’d never thought I was a family man. While my grandmother had done a good job of raising me, the damage from my parents and later the scars of war, made me feel not quite whole enough to fulfill someone else’s life. Yet here I was, feeling quite content sitting in a chair that was way too small with a beautiful woman and her adorable child.
