Sloan felt herself being carried backward and a tiny thrill rushed through her when her butt hit the far counter. It was risky with the girls upstairs, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was gonna fuck Rafe right here and right now.
He pulled back, breaking their kiss just enough to get to work on the zipper on her slacks.
“What’s come over you?” she teased.
“You want the truth?”
“Yeah.”
“I watched porn for a few minutes, like an idiot, and then all I could think of was bending you over in the pool shed again. I’ve been hard for two hours.”
“Oh, we have to do something about that.” Sloan reached down and slipped her hand into his pants. He was so hard and hot, but she only got to enjoy it for a whole half a second before he lightly took hold of her wrist, stilling her fingers in their path.
“Sloan. Please,” he said, pretending to be annoyed. “I’m about to blow my load. At least let me get inside of you before I embarrass the shit out of myself.”
“Sorry,” she replied with a little snort. “I’ll just let you handle this.”
“Thank you.” She went to work on wiggling out of her slacks while he pulled a condom out of the pocket of his sweats. He pulled out his cock and slid the protection on. She decided to help him out by tugging the crotch of her underwear to the side. Arching her hips, she took him all the way in a single thrust.
“Fuck, thank god,” he groaned.
“Better?”
He answered by pressing his lips to hers.
12
The doorbell rang and Sloan felt like she was gonna throw up. Two hours max. She had to be in Drew’s company for no more than two hours and then she could go a few more months without seeing him face to face.
“Avery, that’s your daddy. Will you go let him in please?”
“Okay,” she said with medium enthusiasm.
“Thank you.” Both girls had asked more than once if it was completely necessary to spend the holiday weekend with their dad. The only thing that convinced them that it would be worth the flight was the reassurance that Drew’s mother was most certainly going to bake them cookies and take them on at least one adventure around Seattle.
“I’m done!” Addison announced, handing Rafe her breakfast bowl. A second later, Avery came shimmying back into the kitchen. Drew was right behind her. Sloan wished she didn’t have a visceral reaction to her ex-husband, but any time she was near him she felt like a trapped and wounded animal. She’d chew her own leg off to get away from him. He was handsome as hell and dressed his ass off, but god he sucked.
“Hi Daddy,” Addison said as she walked over and gave him a hug.
“Hey, A.D..” Addison hated that nickname, which was enough to make her little girl cringe, but then he rubbed the fucking top of her head, against her part? Addison jerked away, smoothing her hair back down and shooting Drew a look that would have earned her a stern talking to from Sloan. In this instance though, Sloan didn’t blame her. And of course it didn’t matter. Drew was staring daggers at Rafe. “You’re the nanny?”
“I am. Rafe Whitcomb.” He reached over the island and held out his hand. Drew shook it with a ridiculously hard tug, but Rafe wasn’t fazed by it.
“Dr. Drew Ballos.”
“Good to meet you.”
“You a Boston boy?” Drew said. Sloan had no idea why Drew was talking like that, like he was about to ask Rafe if they could settle all this—whatever this was—with an arm wrestling match. Rafe had not signed up for whatever imaginary pissing contest Drew seemed intent on. Especially in front of the girls. They were both dead silent, watching their dad react to their nanny. Rafe schooled his features, then answered Drew’s question.
“Yeah. Grew up right outside, but I’ve been out here a while.”
“Oh, so you’re both a long way from home.” Drew gestured between Sloan and Rafe. “That’s something you have in common.”
“Lord Jesus.” Sloan was done. “Girls say goodbye to Rafe while I get your backpacks.”
“Bye Rafe!” They both ran around the island and swarmed him.
“You got your starfishes?” he asked.
“We keep them in our backpacks so we won’t lose them,” Addison said.
“Smart. I’ll see you on Monday?”
“We’ll bring you something from the airport,” Sloan heard Avery say. Rafe let out a little laugh.
“Sounds good.”
She didn’t want to rush them, but they needed to get over to the school and she wanted to get this hellish experience with Drew over with. “Rafe, keys to my car are on the hook.”
“Sounds good.”
“You’re letting him drive your Benz?” Drew asked.
“Yes. I forgot I made an appointment to get it serviced today instead of tomorrow. He’s doing me a favor. Why don’t we get going?” Sloan said. She’d stab Drew one day and she’d enjoy doing it. Especially after he looked back at Rafe and kept fucking talking.
“I heard you ride a motorcycle.”
“Yeah. I have one.”
“What kind?” Drew asked like he knew a fucking thing about motorcycles. He wasn’t even a car guy. He was a boat guy. Boats.
“Ducati Monster. You ride?”
“No fucking way.”
“Drew!”
“Oh, sorry.” He had the nerve to look guilty for swearing in front of the girls for a moment before he pressed on. “I don’t. Road rash is no good for a surgeon’s hands.”
“Make sense.” Rafe was done too. He turned to Sloan, then nodded to the mudroom. “You need help with the bags?” Their little weekend rolling bags were by the mudroom door.
“No. We got it, bro.”
Sloan clenched her back teeth. She would not punch Drew in the face in front of her children. “Yes, please. Can you put them in the trunk? Drew can you help Avery with her car seat?”
“Yeah, let’s do this.” Sloan couldn’t look at Rafe before they left ’cause she was afraid she’d run into his arms for a last bit of comfort. Or worse, she’d kiss him goodbye.
“We’re going in early?” Addison asked as Sloan strapped her in to her car seat.
“Yes, baby. You’re going to hang out with Miss Xeni while your daddy and I meet with Mrs. Brown.”
“Okay,” she replied with a big smile. They didn’t get the levels of sheer fuckery, but her girls were observant as hell. They were on the same team. Team Shut the Hell Up Drew.
Sloan climbed behind the wheel, then queued up the girls’ favorite playlist and saved them all from any conversation on the way over to Whippoorwill. Not that Drew would have tried it. He was too busy texting on his phone. When they dropped the girls with Xeni she introduced her to Drew, who suddenly decided to turn on the professional charm. Xeni wasn’t fucking buying it. She ignored him and invited the girls to come color. Before Sloan went into Mrs. Brown’s classroom, she made sure she and Xeni shared a bit of meaningful eye contact. They’d discuss this disaster of a morning later.
The meeting with Mrs. Brown went fine. Drew was perfectly nice to her. He wanted to seem like the perfect father to Addison and Avery, hands on and caring, as if his mother wasn’t doing all the actual work. Sloan was annoyed, but she could handle it until Drew casually dropped that he’d planned to keep them out of school that day, but Sloan wouldn’t let him.
“Well, the girls were having a great time with our first unit. They don’t want to miss what we have in store today,” Mrs. Brown said, before she shot him a ‘kindly fuck off’ grin. Drew missed it, but Sloan didn’t and boy, did she appreciate it. They wrapped things up, said goodbye to the girls and made sure the front office knew Drew would be handling pick-up that day.
As they walked back out to the car so she could give Drew the girls’ bags, Sloan realized just how unnecessary the meeting had been. Drew just wanted to be seen. Not for the girls, but to make himself look good. If she wouldn’t move back to Seattle and feed his involved-father fantas
y, then he would come to them. It was going to be a long thirteen years.
“You call your Lyft?” Sloan asked as she unlocked the tailgate on the Tahoe.
“Yeah. What’s the deal with this Rafe guy?”
Sloan set the bags on the sidewalk and closed the trunk. “Don’t. He was available. He had excellent references. He’s worked for two families who’ve attended this school. Even the teachers gave him good recommendations. And most importantly, he’s very good with the girls.”
“How is he with you?”
“Are you asking me if I’m happy with the way he’s performing the job I hired him to do? Because I’d be really upset if you were hinting at something else.”
“You could have at least told me—”
“Told you what? I told you I hired a guy to watch the girls. I’m not leaving you out of the loop. You said you wanted to come meet him. You’ve met him.” Sloan took a step back and pulled in a breath. This is why she couldn’t stand to be around him. She couldn’t have a conversation with him talking down to her.
“I want you to find someone else.”
“Why? Give me one sensible reason why.”
“I’m their father and I don’t like him.”
“Not good enough. I have to get to work. I don’t know how you’re filling your day, but be back here at two-thirty.”
“When am I ever late?”
“Bye Drew.” Sloan left just as the first wave of parents showed up for drop-off. Perfect timing. She couldn’t fake a polite conversation until she stopped shaking.
Just as Rafe put his quiche crust in the fridge to rest, he heard the mudroom door. When he turned around, Sloan was standing in the kitchen with a slightly deranged look on her face.
“Are my kids gone?”
“Yes?” He glanced at the clock over the stove. It was a little after six. “I thought their flight was at four-thirty.”
“It was and Drew texted me before they took off, but I just had to be sure.”
Rafe relaxed a little and leaned against the counter. “You’ve entered a kid-free zone.”
“Okay. First of all, let me apologize for Drew’s behavior this morning.”
Rafe waved her off with a shake of his head. Her ex-husband was piece of work and a complete dick, but he’d met plenty of dudes like him before. At some point, posturing became a part of their personality. Drew wasn’t blameless, not by a long shot, but Rafe refused to waste his weekend thinking about their interaction. He was more worried about Sloan and the girls.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “I know you said you didn’t like him, but—”
“Breaking up with someone is hard. Ending a marriage is harder, but people downplay how impossible it is to end a relationship with someone when you have kids with them.” She pouted, then dramatically stumbled across the kitchen and into his arms, even though he was covered in flour. “I hate him so much and I can’t kill him and make it look like an accident.”
“As someone who has been on the wrong side of the law, getting revenge in the form of a happy life is better than murder. Trust me. I don’t know how to make anything look like an accident and I’m sure you wouldn’t like womens’ lock-up. Also, you’re hot, but I’m not going back in for you.”
Sloan snorted and snuggled closer. “I believe you. And don’t worry. Xeni has connects. I’d have her handle it.”
“I’m sorry you have to deal with him, but I got your back.” Rafe cupped her face and kissed her soft lips.
“That means a lot. Thank you,” she said, before she looked him up and down. She frowned, then turned and looked at the center island. He hadn’t mastered the art of cleaning as he went.
“I’m about to take care of this.”
She turned back to him and smiled. “Were you baking?”
“My extra flaky pie crust needs to chill for at least twelve hours.”
“You’re baking pie from scratch?”
“Quiche. For breakfast tomorrow.”
“Oh my god, I might have to marry you.” She stepped back and hopped up on the far counter. Rafe couldn’t help but think about how they’d fucked in that exact spot just the night before. He’d also never forget the sound of Sloan’s laugh has she cleaned the counters with Clorox when they were done. She cocked her head to the side and bit the inside of her lip before she shot him a seductive smile. “Do you have any other plans this weekend? Besides serving the perfect quiche.”
“Do you?”
“Do you? My kids are gone. You have two full days and three nights free. You’re off the clock, Mr. Whitcomb. I am in no position to tell you what to do with your time.”
“That’s true. I was thinking about spending some time with the woman I just started seeing.”
“What a lucky girl.”
Rafe shrugged. “You could look at it that way. I think I’m the lucky one.”
“Such a flatterer. Literally all I want to do this weekend is have uninterrupted sex all over the house.”
“I’m down with that plan. When we aren’t having sex, I was hoping to take you out on a real date and my parents are throwing a block party on Sunday. We could go to that if you’re interested.”
“Both sound great. I haven’t been on a real date in two hundred years and I’d love to hang out with your family.”
“Some of my buddies will be there too.”
“You’re ready to introduce me to your friends?”
“I mean, I met your friends. Only seems fair.”
“You’re absolutely right. I’m gonna shower and then we can sort out dinner?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Rafe watched Sloan as she hopped off the counter. When she disappeared around the corner, he got to work cleaning up the kitchen island. He didn’t get very far before Sloan’s face peeked around the corner again. “How can I help you, doctor?”
“When you’re done here, feel free to come join me. In the shower.”
“I’ll be right up.”
“’Kay.”
Rafe hated shower sex, mostly because his six-five frame barely fit in most showers, but Sloan’s invite was all he needed to hear for all the blood in his body to start making its way to his crotch. He cleaned the kitchen in record time, then stopped in his bedroom to grab a few condoms before he made his way upstairs. He’d only been in Sloan’s bedroom to deliver her purse and some clothes that had gotten mixed in with Addison and Avery’s laundry. It felt a whole lot different to be invited.
Just the sound of the rushing water made Rafe’s cock swell even more. He stepped into Sloan’s massive master bathroom and immediately realized shower sex wouldn’t be a problem. She looked small in the huge shower that ran the length of the wall. The ceiling was almost as high as the vaulted ceiling in the bedroom, but even if he’d been dealing with a shitty stand-up shower stall, it wouldn’t stop him from joining her under the warm spray.
Rafe hadn’t had a chance to see her completely naked in good lighting yet and fuck was he glad they’d finally got some real time alone. The sight of her beautiful brown skin soaking wet, white soapy suds slipping down her body. Her braids were piled high on her head, safe from the water. She’d already wet her face and Rafe caught a glimpse of a few drops running down her chin.
“You coming in?” she asked.
Rafe didn’t respond. He just watched the smile spread across her face as he started peeling off his clothes. Once he was undressed, he pulled a condom out of his jeans’ pocket and stepped in the shower behind her. She dropped the washcloth she had in her hand on the marble shower seat and set about rinsing off. Rafe was content to watch, stroking himself as her hands moved up and down over her heavy breasts, again and again, until one hand started its journey south.
“Uh uh,” Rafe said, sounding like a caveman who wouldn’t be denied. He grabbed Sloan’s hand and pulled her closer. He spun her and pressed her back and her perfect, round, tight ass against him. He heard her gasp, and it only spurred him on. His hand slid between her legs an
d fuck the water, but she was wet as hell. Rafe moved his fingers around, spreading her pussy lips even more, lightly pinching her clit.
She made a desperate noise, something between a whine and a moan. They’d been able to sneak in some fun throughout the week, but Rafe had been intentionally holding back. They hadn’t had the time or the privacy to do all the things he wanted to do. Like running his mouth over every inch of her body.
Rafe leaned down. Nudging her head to the side, Rafe brushed his lips down the length of her neck. She started squirming, craning her neck even more, swirling her hips against his hand. He brushed his mouth down even farther, giving her shoulder a gentle bite before gliding his tongue over the spot where his teeth had just been.
He kept licking and sucking until he found the perfect sweet spot in the middle of her neck. Sloan arched hard against him, shoving her own fingers between her legs to join him. Rafe gave in, bending his knees a bit to make up for the height difference so he could easily press two fingers inside of Sloan’s warm cunt. She spread her thighs, welcoming him into her slick, warm pussy. She rode his fingers until she was calling out his name.
“Fuck, oh my god,” she groaned. The sound was enough to force a bit of precum out of Rafe’s dick. He had to get inside of her.
He kept his fingers in place and his mouth on her skin until she stopped trembling. She was still breathing hard when he turned her around and scooped her up by the backs of her thighs. Her legs went tight around his waist and her arms clung to his shoulders. If they didn’t have real shit to do day in and day out, Rafe could see himself just walking around everywhere with her body hanging off his, their mouths fused together.
“You like picking me up, don’t you?” she panted. He looked back at her as her gaze scanned every inch of his face. He was busy taking her in too. Her big brown eyes, her fucking perfect lips. Christ, the dimples. Even her damn nose was cute.
“I think you like it when I pick you up.”
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