Collecting Rayne

by Havok, Rayne

  Dipping my chip into the guac, I say to her, "that's brilliant, I'm glad I caught her in the crowd. His eyes almost popped out of his head seeing her. His fucking world crumbled. It was great."

  Casey leans forward, “and then his wife! It just wasn’t his night.” She laughs, she loves when karma helps us out.

  "I have Baldwin coming in for a gig. We need Maranda to come in and do a scene with him. The boys are getting restless on the dark, we gotta give them another release. I'll get everything ready for this week. We need the loft open for filming," I tell them both.

  "Sounds good. I'll let everyone know to be ready for the call," Brin says.

  "Since we are talking about the revenge thing being an option, I may have a guy. My cousin is with a major douche. Could we talk to her and see if she'd be interested in getting free of him?" Casey asks, still feeling like the last girl to join the club, even though it’s been years now.

  "Is she a subscriber?" I ask.

  "Top tier."

  "Get her in touch with me. I'll talk to her, see what we could do."

  "Thanks, Fi."

  "Now that business is all handled, can we start the margaritas, please. I'm fucking wrecked from last night," Brin says, laughing as she indicates she wants the waitress to stop over.

  "Hell yea, job well done, girls."

  The End.

  Daddy Issues

  Hayden is in for an unforgettable night. His first date with Haley, a young girl that has a propensity for older men, will open him up to games he's never imagined.

  Chapter One

  “How can you say I’m not putting myself out there? I’m meeting someone tonight.”

  “Yea, but that’s a stranger from the internet.” Kate means well, but she has no idea how hard it is to meet someone new.

  “How else am I supposed to meet anyone? I can’t go back to high school and marry my sweetheart and live happily ever after like you did, Kate.”

  I hear her chuckle, “Haden, you’re a sexy man, you have your shit together, what woman wouldn’t want you?”

  “I don’t want to sound like a gigolo or anything, but my last count would be close to a hundred—rounding up a tad. So, let’s say one hundred women don’t want me.”

  “More than likely, you didn’t want them. You’re a slut and you know it. Next cute thing in line, please step forward.” I hear the smile in her voice as she mocks me.

  She is my best friend and I know she wants what’s best for me, but I mean, she could be nicer about it. “Ok, enough of the lecture, I’m sitting in a public restaurant waiting for my next possible Mrs. So, don’t you dare bitch me out for not trying, I’m trying. If she’s meant for me, she’ll hold my interest. If not, then I guess she’s not for me. Now hang up the phone so I can look bored when she gets here.”

  “Ok, dumb ass, maybe try not playing games with this one. See if things turn out better that way.”

  “Got it,” I say, rolling my eyes so loudly that I’d be surprised if she didn’t hear it on her end of the phone. “No games, got it. She’ll fall head over heels for me and we will live happily ever after. Now goodbye.” I wait for her goodbye before pressing the end button and tucking my phone away.

  I nervously adjust everything that I can think of, while subtly trying to keep my eyes on the door, skillfully keeping the impatience from my face in case she can see me.

  Five minutes late is cute.

  Twelve is annoying. Even for someone her age, she should know proper etiquette.

  Unless of course she lost her nerve and is ghosting me.

  The thought wouldn’t cross my mind if she were somewhere closer to my age. Her being so young, I may have to give her a larger grace period before becoming too mad at her. I figure I’ll wait twenty minutes before deciding to leave or text her to inquire about the lateness.

  I impulsively pull my phone out and scroll through her photos to remind me that she’s actually worth the headache.

  An intriguing mix of dark hair, and the most golden eyes I’ve ever seen, coupled with puckered, bee-stung lips that look eager to suck me inside, gives her face innocent, doll-like character. A body that rivals any porn star who's caught my eye, the vee of her thighs begging to be dominated, all culminate to keep my ass planted in the chair to wait for her with more patience, and added excitement.

  True to her generational stereotype, her photo taking skills are phenomenal, so hopefully what I’ve seen translates to real life. Especially these tits. Only 18 years old they are still so tight. I’ve dated women with implants older than her, all of them chasing the perfection she was born with and never coming close.

  I’m sure Kate will have a lot to say about our age difference, but that’s why I didn’t tell her that she’s twenty-three years younger than me. I’ll just remind her that I’ve never acted my age—if it gets that serious.

  We did hit it off online after I swiped on her and actually matched. I never thought the connection would be made on her end. I’m good looking, I know that, tall, dark, handsome, and all that, but she’s super-hot and essentially has her pick of the earth. So, I’m not really banking on anything, just a good time, that is, if she ever gets here.

  I can’t imagine this is a joke. But, now that it’s in my head, I wonder if there are hidden cameras counting the number of minutes the old man waits for the out-of-his-league girl while everyone laughs their asses off.

  I hesitate for just a second, then stand to leave, either way, I’ve come to my senses. I run through the reasons that this is all fucking nuts, thanking myself for not ordering a drink while I waited for her, making it easier to get gone.

  Bumping into a dark-haired girl on the way out. Both of us stunned for a moment, she calls me an ass before looking at me and realizing who I am.

  “Haden!” she squeals and wraps her arms around my neck, bouncing a little from excitement.

  “Haley?” It comes out with a question mark.

  “Sorry I’m so late, the uber driver was super pushy so I had to get another one to pick me up or I was probably gonna be on the news later.”

  I’m lost in her explanation because she’s exceedingly better than the photos, in all the imaginable ways. Her face is even more striking. Her body is moving in a way that is making it impossibly hard to prove I’m a gentleman.

  She looks up at me through lush, blinking lashes, “did you get us a table yet?”

  “Uh,” why am I struggling to remember what a table is? “Yea, this way.” She takes my hand and lets me lead her to the center of the room.

  It’s not a fancy place, but nice enough to dress up and have a good meal. She is the sexiest thing in the room. She knows it too, strutting like it’s a runway. Her having hold of my hand gives me a confidence I hadn’t realized was possible. I have something they all want, their eyes almost glaring with envy of me.

  It makes her even hotter somehow.

  She sits without waiting for me to pull out her chair. I get settled into mine and the waiter is next to the table a beat later.

  “Drinks?” she says, to me, not Haley.

  “I want a virgin margarita,” Haley says.

  “I’ll have one too, please,” I say.

  “Great, I’ll be back in a flash.”

  “You didn’t have to do that. You could have a drink if you want,” she says, looking down at her hands in her lap. I can see a hint of nervousness now.

  “I don’t really drink, it sounded better than ordering a soda.” I shrug, trying to reassure her.

  “It looked like she was gonna ask if I wanted a milk.” She looks irritated, but she giggles to hide it.

  “I would have passed on that.” I laugh, trying to settle the unease. I feel old now, and I hope she doesn’t catch on that I’m having a full-fledged argument inside my head about how the entire room now thinks I could be her father. This may be too much for me.

  “I’m glad we are doing this.” Excitement brings a glow to her face, animating her eyes.

/>   Surprising myself, I say, “me too.”

  I guess I am glad. The way we hit it off the last couple of weeks is unlike anything I’ve experienced with anyone else, possibly ever. She checks all the boxes, including ones I hadn’t known I wanted. I had to give this a shot, and with her begging to see me ‘IRL’, even if this doesn’t work, I had to chance it.

  “You’re actually way sexier than your pics,” she whispers, biting her lip like she’s embarrassed to have said it, but her eyes tell me she’s no stranger to flirting.

  “You think I’m sexy?” I toy with her.

  Just a flicker of a smile before she hides it away. “Absolutely.”

  “You’re not too bad yourself.”

  A burst of laughter startles me, “Oh yea? I’m not too bad, huh?” She raises a single eyebrow and holds my eyes like some sort of mistress of dominatrix shit, and she waits for me to correct my statement.

  My mouth goes dry. “You’re very sexy,” I try, hoping it’s to a level of her liking.

  “That’s better.” Smiling big as if it were all a joke, I can see a little naughtiness in her, and I’m absolutely ok with that.

  “M’kay, twenty questions time, Haden. Answer honestly, and I’ll do the same. No need to waste what precious time we have on this earth wondering about it all, right? If we like what the other says, we do it again, if not, it’s a good night of food and sex with a goodbye before morning.”

  After picking my shocked jaw off the floor, I agree with a little nod and inside I kind of wish I could have started every date this way, jumping to the point and getting it all out and leaving if it’s not right, but coming from a man—especially directed toward a woman, would not bode so well.

  “To clarify, you ask questions and I answer honestly. Then, even if you don’t like what I have to say, I still get to have you tonight?” I try to keep the eagerness in my voice hidden, but I think she’s on to me.

  “Yes, Haden, I am a sure thing. Now, marriage?”

  “Yes.”

  “Expound if you’d like, it’s not multiple choice… maybe more essay,” she jokes.

  “Yes, marriage, if the person is right,” I say.

  “Anal?”

  I choke on something invisible in my throat just in time for the waitress to set my drink on the table.

  Hailey’s smirk tells me I gave her the reaction she was seeking.

  “Answer, please.”

  “Never done it, would be open to trying it.”

  “Youngest woman—or biggest age gap you’ve had.”

  “You would fit the bill on that. Mostly, I keep to an age gap where we would be at the same high school, as opposed to one of us in high school.”

  I get another of those spontaneous eruptions of laughter. “I’m very young, aren’t I?”

  She says it in a way that I’m not certain whether she’s celebrating the gap or realizing it.

  “That’s one of my questions too,” I say, calling her out, “What’s your largest gap?”

  “8 years.”

  “So, you don’t actively date men my age?”

  “If you’re asking if I have daddy issues, and that’s why I’m with a man your age, then honestly… maybe.” She lifts her shoulder unapologetically. “You’re sexy and I like sex. Maybe I thought calling you daddy would be hot.”

  I wait for her to finish, but that is all she says.

  Ok,” I gulp.

  “Kids?”

  “Have them? Yes, a two-and-a-half-year-old daughter. Want more? No.” I watch to see if my honesty has pushed her away.

  “So, no more kids from you, then, huh?”

  “I don’t have time; my schedule is hectic and I am just not cut out for it. Sara, that’s my daughter, was a surprise, and don’t get me wrong, a happy one, but she’s more than enough.”

  “Ok. I can accept that, not everyone is cut out for fatherhood.” I see her flinch a little and take a guess that she may have had one of those.

  “Body count,” she sneaks in the silence.

  “I’m old, too old to count.”

  “Estimates are accepted. No judgement.”

  “Less than, but around a hundred. What’s yours?”

  “A lady never tells,” she winks, “but a slut may brag about it, I’ll say, 70.”

  “Lucky boys. Any anal for you?”

  “I love it, it’s a must.”

  Ok then.

  “Wives?”

  “Married once, for such a short time I don’t count it.”

  “But you’re not opposed to giving it another try?”

  “I’m open to everything.”

  “Threesomes, orgies?”

  “Two in college, not really my cup of tea. It’s hard enough making sure one woman is satisfied, making sure two are, not so much.”

  “Oral?”

  I chuckle, “give and take. Love it all.”

  “Good boy.”

  “Would you be opposed to me calling you daddy while you ate me?”

  Heat rolls up my neck in waves. Braving through the shock, I answer with a nod of my head.

  “I can’t wait.” She squirms a little in her chair and I wonder if she’s getting turned on.

  “I’m not really hungry for the food here anymore,” I joke.

  “You want to see what’s on my menu?” she chuckles.

  “You’re naughty.”

  “I know. Spanking?”

  “For you, yes. You need one. But not really in my past. It’s been plentiful, but vanilla for the most part.”

  The food gets to the table, I had forgotten about it. I watch as Haley tries a little of everything from both mine and her plates before she asks, “longest relationship?”

  “Eleven months. Yours?”

  “I would have to say, I haven’t been in a real relationship yet.”

  “Boys your age are hard to keep.”

  “I’m not really trying to keep a boy my age.”

  “Is that so?” I finally take a bite and it’s so good, I take another.

  “It’s good,” she says, taking the fork from my hand and eating the food I had scooped for myself.

  “What’s mine is yours,” I joke.

  “I’ll remember that.” She gives me a cute little wink to show her playfulness before closing her eyes to savor the food.

  I’m actually surprised I’m liking her so much; I knew she was special, but it’s very much confirmed tonight.

  We eat in silence for a few minutes, me watching her enjoy her food almost sexually, until she settles back into her chair and looks done.

  “Your place or mine?”

  Oh, hell yea. “Mine?”

  “Nice, I love snooping.”

  I take the last drink from my glass and just look at her for a moment.

  “Are you a once-a-night guy or can you fire that thing off multiple times?” Leaning forward she doesn’t give me time to answer before she says, “I’m ready to go find that out myself, actually. Can we go?”

  “Alright.”

  How she has me feeling like a teenage boy is beyond me. Women my age are all judgy and expectant, waiting for me to impress them or make myself seem worthy enough. She is a breath of fresh air and it has me wondering if it’s her exclusively, or if it might be her generation that are more openminded overall. Looking at her another second, I lose interest in anything except getting her home.

  Chapter Two

  The second we’re in my car, the electricity inside crackles. She sits close to me, her hand on my thigh, one of her fingers tracing circles on it that, if I’m not mistaken, are heading upward.

  She watches me with excitement, although only a few miles away, I can hardly handle snuffing this down. I want her hands all over me, I want to touch her all over.

  “Haden,” she waits until I look over at her to continue. “I’m like super excited.”

  I can’t help but laugh, but it’s an unfamiliar, nervous chuckle I haven’t heard come from me before. “I am too.”


  “What are you most excited about?”

  “Oh.” I pause, wondering again why women my age can never be this open. She has this way about her that is a weird mix of shyness and blunt directness that keeps me right on the tip of my toes. I like it a lot, but it never gives me the upper hand, somehow, she is able to maintain it all, mostly because I am trying to understand her more than I’m trying to impress her.

  “Oh my god. This is your place?” Her eyes are dancing around the front yard, which I do pride myself on. I’m glad she likes it.

  “Yea. You like it?” I feign an awe-shucks shrug.

  “I think I’d like it more on the cover of a magazine.”

  I chuckle, “Thanks, Haley.” I mean it, I appreciate when it makes an impression, even though I know it should.

  “I can’t wait to see the inside. You got good stuff in there?” Wiggling her eye brows, she breaks into a fit of laughter that is so loud inside the car it makes me flinch.

  I hit the garage door button and shut us inside, “you ready to get inside?”

  “You mean, am I ready to get fucked?”

  I wait for the smirk that usually comes after seeing my reaction to her abruptness, but it doesn’t come. I see something else on her face and it looks sexy as fuck. I think she’s as eager as I am for this. “I’m really ready for this.” Tucking my finger under her chin, I pull her face closer to mine and kiss her.

  She hesitates for only a second when I push my tongue inside, but I’m met with equal hunger afterward.

  She pulls away and I’m instantly rocked by her absence.

  “Show me inside.” Her hand on the door handle, I nod my go-ahead, and then she opens it. I get a good shot of her ass as she climbs out.

  I take her on a brief tour of all the rooms, mostly because she won’t stop looking around at everything.

  “Your house is so fucking beautiful.” She touches everything along the way, picking things up and admiring them.

  “Thank you, honestly, I had a designer come in and do it all. I mean, we looked at some pictures so she could get my taste, but after that she did all the magic.”