Rafe stopped what he was doing, and Laura mourned the loss of
his hands on her, but it was better this way. She could already feel the wine lowering her inhibitions. Rafe had drunk even more than she
had, and Cam had tackled several beers. He’d had to walk to get the
pizza. It was best if Rafe didn’t keep massaging her. It could go very
badly.
“You have to know that he will slip up,” Rafe said. He leaned
back against her countertop. He’d shed his suit coat, and his dress
shirt was partially unbuttoned, showing off a bit of his perfect olive skin. Rafe was a paragon of modern masculine beauty. From his
wavy, pitch-black hair, to his laser-focused eyes, to those lips that Laura stared at, he was utter perfection.
“I don’t know that,” Laura replied, trying to get her brain off those
lips. What would they feel like on her mouth? God, what would they
feel like on her nipples? Just the thought of his mouth suckling at her
breasts made her nipples lengthen and rub against her bra.
He shook his head as he grabbed the glass she’d poured for him.
“They all screw up in the end because they all want to get caught.
They want the fame or they just want to be stopped, but one way or
another, they want to get caught.”
“I think this unsub is a little different than anything we’ve come
up against. He comes off like a mission-oriented killer, but I think
he’s a thrill seeker.”
There were several small markers that led her to believe that the
Marquis de Sade was playing a game. It went past the killing and the
torture. He was playing a game with the FBI. If Laura was right, he
was playing a game with his own little family.
“Don’t, bella. No more tonight. I can’t take anymore.” Rafe had
been the one to take the call. Laura had only been forced to look at the
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pictures, but she knew Rafe had to walk into the room where they
found the victim. He and Cam had to call the young woman’s mother
and tell her that her daughter was never going to get it together and
come home. “Can’t we wait until tomorrow to get back into this?”
Yes. Tomorrow was soon enough to cause trouble. Her profile
was going to be very controversial. “Sure.”
Laura took a sip of the deliciously rich cabernet. Rafe got very
quiet. Just like that, the room felt thick with tension. She was alone
with Rafe. He was right there. So close she could feel the heat of his
body. She’d been alone for so damn long.
“How long is this going to go on, bella?”
She felt tears prick at her eyeballs, and she took a longer gulp of
the wine. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this. Choices. She would
have to make hard choices. Whether to leave her job wasn’t as hard as
she would have thought. If she got involved with one of them, she
would have to ask for a transfer, but she’d been thinking about that
anyway. She’d been thinking of using her degree in psychology in the
victim’s services department. All the death was getting to her.
It was choosing between them that would kill her. Either way she
went, she lost one of them.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Rafe.”
“Because of Cam?”
Laura nodded, unwilling to say that she was equally in love with
two men. What kind of woman did that make her?
“What if I told you that Cam and I have talked about this? What if
I told you that Cam and I are willing to give you some time to make
your decision? We’re not stupid, bella, and neither are you. We’ve both become very attached to you. Neither one of us wants to let you
go, but we also have no interest in simply being your friend for the
rest of our lives. I want you. I want you so badly I can taste it. Cam
wants you, too.”
Rafe’s hands came out and found the curve of her hip. He drew
her forward until she was in the cradle of his body. He turned his head
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down, staring into her eyes. “Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll
stop.”
She set the wine down before she lost the glass. She could feel the
long, hard line of his erection poking at her through the wool of his
slacks. Her head was swimming with wine and arousal. Her whole
body felt like it was being primed for pleasure. She needed to move
away from him, but her chin tilted up and then there was no escape.
His lips brushed hers, a soft touch like silk kissing against her
skin. Their noses scraped together. It was an innocent intimacy, but
her heart was suddenly swollen with the sweetness of it. She lifted her
head up and went onto her toes, silently requesting more.
He went slowly, his lips pressing down on hers, seducing her
mouth. He didn’t push her. He simply made love to her mouth with
agonizing persuasion. He kissed her over and over, light touches to
her lips. He pressed soft kisses starting on one side of her mouth,
touching every inch, and then making the trip again once he’d gotten
to the other side. His hands threaded through her hair, holding her still as he explored her face. He kissed her nose and her cheeks. She
closed her eyes so his lips could touch her there, too. He kissed her
forehead and then made his way back down. It was so much more
than lust. Lust she might have been able to refuse, but Rafe’s tender
care sucked her in like nothing before.
“I want you so badly, bella.” The words were lyrical coming out
of his mouth. When he was aroused, his Cuban accent flared, giving a
round seduction to every word that flowed. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve
never known a woman as beautiful as you.”
Laura shuddered as Rafe’s tongue played along the seam of her
lips, lighting a fire in her pussy. She was softening, preparing for him, and it felt too fucking good to deny. Her whole body had gone
languid, waiting impatiently for his hands to roam across her skin.
“Open for me, bella. Let me taste you.”
She opened her mouth, and his tongue swept in. It glided across
hers, begging her to play. It was wrong. She knew it was wrong, but it
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felt right. She cared about him. Hell, she loved him. Why was it
wrong to have him just once? She needed him so badly. The events of
the day, of the whole last year weighed on her so heavily that it was
like a weight lifting to just let go and feel. Laura gave in and let her hands cup his broad shoulders.
“Yes, oh yes, bella.” He whispered the words against her mouth
before he plunged inside. His tongue was rapacious now, as though
he’d been let off a leash. His hands pulled her in as his mouth took
hers. He pushed her against the countertop, taking up all the space.
His cock ground against her pelvis. Laura heard herself whimper
because his cock was hitting her clit, rubbing against it through his
slacks and her skirt.
Too tight. She couldn’t get her legs open. The pencil skirt she’d
worn had seemed very professional, but now it hemmed her in. She
wanted to wrap her legs around Rafe’s hips so she could feel that
ma
ssive cock against her pussy. It felt huge and rock hard. It would
feel so good inside her.
She let her hands run down his torso, deeply hating the fabric that
covered him.
“Feel me.” Rafe ripped open his dress shirt, the buttons pinging to
the floor.
Laura looked down to see his perfectly cut chest. She ran her
fingers over the muscles of his stomach and up along his ribs. Every
part of him was smooth, the skin soft, but the flesh underneath was
like steel. Rafe’s hands went to the buckle of his belt. He unbuckled
the belt and undid the top of his pants, revealing a thin line of dark
hair that led down.
Laura leaned over and did what came naturally. She kissed him
from the hollow of his neck down. She tasted his flesh, clean and
masculine. She licked at his flat nipples, loving the way they
tightened for her. She gently worked her way around the nipple and
then moved to the next one.
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“Bite me, bella. Just a little. I like it rough. I want to feel your teeth on me.”
The idea made her clench. Moisture was making her slick and wet
for him. She bit down on his nipple and was rewarded with a sharp
hiss.
“Yes. That’s what I want. I want you wild.”
If he wanted her wild, he was going to get his wish. Her heart was
pounding, and her skin felt like it might pulse off her body. His
gorgeous form was all there for her delectation, and she wasn’t about
to hold back.
She pushed at his pants and shoved his boxers down his lean hips.
His cock sprang free. Touch hadn’t lied to her. He was huge and thick
with a spongy purple head. Laura shoved him back. In the small
kitchen, there was very little room. Rafe seemed to know what she
wanted, and he leaned back, spreading his legs as she got to her
knees. Her skirt forced her to keep her legs together, but she could
move a bit. She breathed in the scent of his arousal just before leaning over and licking the head of his cock.
It jumped, and Rafe’s groan reverberated through the small
kitchen. His heavy balls pulled up as she looked at him.
“Please, bella. I need you. I’ve needed you for so long.”
Laura let her mouth close over the head of his twitching dick. Pre-
cum, thick and salty, spread across her tongue. She grasped the thick
stalk of his cock with one hand as she worked her tongue over the V
on the underside of his head.
Rafe’s hands found the back of her neck and pulled her forward.
“More. Take more.”
He was a ruthless son of a bitch. It made her even hotter. He
forced her head forward. Laura opened wide because his dick was
invading, penetrating inch by luscious inch. Air. She needed air. She forced herself to breathe through her nose. Rafe filled her mouth with
his hard dick. Laura struggled but managed to whirl her tongue
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around the cock in her mouth. Rafe fucked into her mouth in hard,
short strokes.
Laura gave up fighting him. She allowed Rafe to take over. She
softened her jaw and felt his cock sink further. Rafe’s movements
took on jerky strides. She felt him pulse, and then he cursed and
pulled out.
Laura looked up. Her mouth felt empty without his cock in it. His
face was bunched and tight. “You didn’t like it?”
His hands came out, pulling her up. “I was too close, bella. I don’t want to come in your mouth. Not this time. I want to get inside you. I
want to feel your pussy.”
He picked her up and settled her on the countertop. He pushed her
skirt up.
“Lift up. You don’t need this.” He ran his fingers along the edges
of her underwear.
Laura lifted her ass up, and Rafe slid the offending silk panties off
her hips. Cool air stroked over her heated flesh. Rafe forced her legs
open. His cock thrust from the perfectly manicured nest of hair at the
juncture of his thighs. Laura watched his cock. It was slick from her
mouth. Suddenly Rafe palmed himself. He stroked his cock twice, the
head weeping pearly pre-cum. He let go. There was the sound of a
wrapper tearing, and then his hands were shaking as he rolled the
condom over his cock.
God, was she doing this? Rafe Kincaid was covering his cock in a
rubber so he could fuck her. What was she thinking? Her brain
worked overtime.
“Don’t.” Rafe nearly groaned the command. “Don’t think.”
But she couldn’t stop. There would be no going back. “Rafe, we
should—”
“We should stop thinking and let it happen.” He pushed her knees
wide and lined his cock up. “I need this. I fucking need you, Laura.
Don’t tell me no. Don’t you tell me no now.”
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He held himself there, right on the edge of her pussy. His big cock
teased at her. Laura felt her pussy pulse as though demanding the
same thing Rafe was. Don’t say no. She wanted it so badly. Her body was begging for it.
“Look at it.” Rafe was looking down. “Look at how beautiful it is
and tell me it’s wrong.”
Laura let her eyes follow Rafe’s line of sight down to the place
where his cockhead sat poised at the entrance to her pussy. The head
slipped just inside the labial walls, threatening the channel with sweet invasion. As Rafe’s hips moved, Laura could see that his cockhead
was already coated with her juice.
“We’re beautiful together. It’s right. Let me have you.”
One little thing kept her from wrapping her legs around him.
“Cam—”
“Thinks he wants to watch.”
Laura felt her heart almost stop at the words that came from the
hallway. Cam stood there, pizza in one hand and a six-pack dangling
from the other. His whole body was still. It was almost as though he
was stopped in his tracks, and he couldn’t move. His handsome face
was set in stone.
“Cameron.” Laura tried to push her legs together, but Rafe was
still there. “We can’t. I can’t hurt Cam like this.”
Rafe’s head turned, his dark eyes slightly desperate. “Cam,
please.”
Cam set the pizza and the six-pack on the kitchen table. In two
long strides, he crossed the space between them. They crowded into
her tiny kitchen, their big bodies taking up all the space. Cam’s eyes
softened, and he towered over her. He was a good two inches taller
than Rafe, his body thick and corded with muscles. His eyes were
blue, and they ranged from an icy, arctic color when he was angry to
the bright, inviting blue of a perfectly kept swimming pool. His big
hand cupped half her face.
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“I wanted to be first, but I just had to go and get pizza. My
momma always told me my gut would get me in trouble.” He kissed
the side of her face and then turned back to Rafe. “Give me a show,
buddy.”
The minute the words left Cam’s mouth, Rafe thrust in.
Laura groaned at the invasion. He filled her, stretched her taut. He
worked his dick in
, thrusting back and forth with determination,
trying to get in.
“You’re so tight, bella. How long?”
Laura didn’t pretend to misunderstand. He was filling her, making
her ache with longing. “Years.”
She’d paid attention to her career. The FBI was a rough
environment. It was still, in many ways, a good old boys’ club. She
was a younger woman. She’d known if she’d wanted anyone to take
her seriously, she couldn’t date another agent. The job was so
demanding that she didn’t have time to meet anyone, and after
meeting Rafe and Cam, she hadn’t really wanted to.
“I’m glad, bella.” Rafe leaned over and kissed her while he pulled on her hips and thrust in to his balls. She could feel them resting
against her skin.
“I told you she’s been living like a nun.” Cam spoke quietly.
Laura turned slightly, and Cam was looking down. He was
watching the place where Rafe’s cock disappeared into her pussy. His
eyes were sleepy, and Laura could see his cock was pressing against
his jeans. Something about Cam watching made her feel ridiculously
sexy. He ran his tongue over his plump lips.
“He likes it, bella.” Rafe’s voice had gone hoarse. His hands
trembled as he pushed her back so her body was laid out on the
counter like a feast about to be devoured. “I think you like it, too.”
Laura wrapped her legs around his hips and thrust her pelvis up.
There was way too much discussion going on. Her pussy was
begging, and Rafe just held himself there. Now that she knew Cam
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wasn’t going to hate her, she wanted to move on. “I like it. I would
like it a whole lot more if you would fuck me.”
A rough look crossed Rafe’s face. His hands tightened on her hips
and he pushed in even further, impaling her as far as his cock would
go. “Demanding little thing. Lucky for you, I’m in a mood to be
giving.”
He pulled out almost to the brink and thrust back in with a
powerful swivel of his hips. Laura gasped. It felt so good, so right to
have him deep inside her. He rammed his cock into her, his beautiful
head thrown back as he fucked her. Over and over, he thrust, his cock
hitting someplace deep in her pussy that she’d never known existed. It