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Rafe Cameron is the bane of your fucking existence. He's arrogant, crass, and, unfortunately for you, a mind-blowing lay. You detest everything he stands for, and yet you can't stay away.
You've had an on-again-off-again friends-with-benefits situation for almost a year now, but at some point, it progressed past that. You wouldn't call it a relationship per se, but along the way, you started sleeping over and cleared your roster.
You have your reasons for not making it official, primarily that you're both admittedly toxic. More often than not you're at each other's throats, projectiles being lobbed across the room at each other's heads before the two of you wind up tangled in sheets.
You break it off every few weeks, trying your damndest to stay apart. It never fails that one -or both- of you gets drunk or high and comes crawling back. He's an itch you just can't scratch, and as much as you despise it, he's infected you like an incurable disease.
There's always been an unspoken understanding that even when you're apart, and even though you're not technically together, you're off the market. It's a mind-boggling situationship, the two of you somehow committed while simultaneously not having contact names for each other.
Regardless of the circumstances, you haven't slept with anyone else since Rafe and you thought the same could be said for him. You're on another break-thats-not-really-a-break after having an explosive fight last weekend.
Initially, Rafe was drawn to your spitfire attitude; he's seen you in more fights than he can count and he just had to have a taste. That proved to be a bad idea because as it turns out, you're the only person he's ever met with a temper worse than his, and it's a recipe for disaster. It's too late though; he drank your poison and it's all but replaced the blood in his veins now.
You're standing with JJ at Tannyhill as the party rages around you. The alcohol coursing through you does nothing to quell your anger when your eyes land on Rafe's arm wrapped around none other than Amber. She's a past fling of his, and you know for a fact that she's been itching to get under him again.
You know what he's doing; it's not the first time. Hell, you're guilty of it too. This is the dance you guys do. You go your separate ways, one of you hangs off of a random person just to press the other's buttons, and then you hate fuck until you fall back into the same old pattern.
This time it strikes a nerve like never before because it's personal. In the past, it's always been a Touron being used as a pawn; but tonight is a whole new ball game. Amber terrorized you for years and Rafe knows this; at least three of those aforementioned fights were with her.
You momentarily reason that maybe, just maybe, it's not what it looks like. That thought is quickly erased when he leans down and nibbles on her ear, whispering something that causes her eyes to widen as she lightly slaps his arm.
Your blood boils, and all you can think about is settling the score. Two can play this game. You turn to JJ with a sinister smile and he gives you a pointed look like he already knows what you're up to.
He's well acquainted with your push-and-pull dynamic with Rafe and has expressed his disapproval until he's blue in the face.
"How do you feel about getting under Rafe's skin?"
JJ is Rafe's Amber, and you know this will cut him just as deep, if not deeper. It's a perfect scenario; you're close enough with JJ for it to work, but not so close that it'll damage the friendship.
"What are you thinking?" He asks with genuine intrigue, and you already know he's gonna be down.
"He's here with Amber, so I was thinking we can have some fun of our own. We don't actually have to do anything, we just need him to think we did."
He shakes his head with a smile and wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
"You're evil and I respect it. Ground rules?"
You lean in the same way Rafe did a moment ago, a sickly sweet smile on your features despite your intentions being anything but.
"Act like I'm telling you something that would make the devil blush. As for ground rules, just do whatever feels right, but it has to be believable. Lingering touches, whispers, and maybe a few kisses if the opportunity presents itself."
He plays along, laughing lightly and giving you a lustful look that even you would believe if you weren't in on it.
You weren't expecting him to slip into character so easily, and your reaction is genuine when he kisses right below your ear before murmuring into your neck.
"If he doesn't realize what he has, I'm more than willing to bend you over and show him. Just say the word."
Your mouth drops open in shock at his words and he gives you a cheeky grin.
"You said to make it believable."
You shake your head and match his expression, nuzzling impossibly closer to his chest.
"This is going to be fun."
It's not long before you're leaned back as JJ does a shot off of you, licking up your stomach before retrieving the lime that's slotted in your chest with his mouth. The cool breeze on the wet stripe causes goosebumps, and JJ smirks down at you.
As the alcohol flows, the line becomes blurred and the sexual tension is palpable. You aren't planning on sleeping with him, but crazier things have happened. You feel eyes burning into you but don't give him the satisfaction of capturing your attention.
Instead, you stand up and grab JJ's hand, leading him over to the makeshift dance floor where a few other people are grinding on each other.
He pulls you back so against his chest as your hips start to sway, and his hands grip your waist tightly. Your bodies have practically meshed into one, the thumping bass causing you to vibrate.
All of your senses are overwhelmed, the feel of JJ's calloused palms on your bare torso and the intoxicating scent of weed mixed with cologne making you feel euphoric.
Your hand comes up to reach behind you and tangles in his blonde hair as his lips attach to the side of your throat. There's a blissed-out smile on your face as the two of you move together seamlessly, and you turn your head to kiss him.
He reciprocates immediately and tugs lightly on your lower lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth. You make out for a few minutes, the flavor of beer and mint mingling on your taste buds.
It's so different than Rafe, but you don't mind. He tastes like expensive whiskey and he's more aggressive. JJ is gentle yet commanding, and it's a nice change of pace.
You break apart to breathe and continue dancing, when your eyes lock onto Rafe's. You give him a sly grin and shoot him a wink for good measure, never slowing your movements against the man behind you.
You falter when a look you would almost think is hurt crosses his features, and it makes you second-guess everything. This has definitely gone further than you intended, but that's what happens with Rafe.
He makes you crazy and impulsive, and all you wanted to do was beat him at his own game. You excuse yourself from JJ and head toward the keg, deciding you definitely need another drink.
It's as you're filling your cup that you hear Amber's shrill voice and freeze.
"I'm not letting him slip away again. Besides, he's always told me I'm the best he's ever had, so he'd be crazy to let me go. He's been telling me all night that he can't wait to have me back in his bed later."
The red cup slips from your hand as you whip around, rage overtaking any logic. You're seeing red as you stalk forward, and she scoffs when she sees you.
"What do you want, pogue? Did your boy toy already lose interest?"
That's the final straw as your eyes darken, and you snap. Fury you've never experienced radiates through your body, and you suddenly understand how people black out and kill in a fit of rage.
"Round four, bitch."
There's a brief moment before you lunge when you see her face drop and you smile in satisfaction. Some would argue it's psychotic to smile before you walk someone like a dog, you just think it adds to your charm.
She doesn't have time to react before you lean your weight into your right arm, your fist swinging around from the side and connecting with her cheek. Her friends scream as she's sent flying back, and you ignore them while climbing on top of her.
You should've stopped after the first blow, but her words ring in your ears and all you feel is the blunt force of your knuckles connecting with her face.
Normally you wouldn't fight a girl over a guy, but it's Rafe. Nothing about your relationship with him is normal.
Besides, she's had this coming for a long time.
You're so pissed you don't notice your skin split open, or the crowd that's gathered to watch the shitshow unfold.
You're abruptly wrapped in strong arms and pulled off, flailing violently against the restraint. The arms tighten as you're manhandled toward the house, hard muscles rippling as they dig into you. You land a lucky shot with your foot, and the person drops you on the porch with a yelp.
You spin around ready to have your second altercation of the night when you see Rafe rubbing his knee. He stands up straight when he notices you looking at him, and his eyes peer down into yours. There's a familiar fire in his cerulean irises and it only spurs you on.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He snaps and he's already braced for the shove he knows is coming.
Your hands push against his chest in a fruitless attempt to move him, and he gives you an amused look.
"What's wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you? You are such an asshole, Rafe!"
Before you can think it through, your hand connects with his cheek and his head snaps to the side. Your chest heaves with pants as you stare up at him, and he processes what you just did for a moment before turning his face back to you dangerously slow.
"Get in the fucking house."
You cross your arms defiantly, partly to prove a point and partly to stop yourself from hitting him again.
"Go fuck yourself."
You attempt to go around him, but you're stopped in your tracks when his hand flies up to your throat just as you're about to step past him. His hand holds you in a punishing grip, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to keep you in place.
His head dips down so he's level with your face, and you gulp at the gravel in his voice.
"Y/N, get in the fucking house before I make you."
When you don't comply, he chuckles lowly and throws you over his shoulder. Your fists pound on his back but it's as if you're hitting him with a pillow as he carries you up the stairs and into his room.
He sets you down roughly and points to the bed before heading toward the ensuite.
"Sit."
You listen this time, aware that you're teetering the line between being stubborn and taking it too far. You watch as he returns with a first aid kit and kneels in front of you, taking your battered hands in his much larger ones.
You wince when he presses a rag to the cuts littered across your flesh, and he tightens his hold when you try to pull back.
"That hurts."
He rolls his eyes and continues, though his pressure lightens.
"Should've thought about that before breaking someone's face."
You yelp when he wipes your wounds with an alcohol pad and he presses a kiss to the inside of your knee.
"I know, I'm sorry. I'm almost done."
You don't protest again as he finishes up and you flex your fingers a few times to make sure nothing is broken.
"Why did you attempt to murder Amber?"
You scoff at the idiotic question, the flame in your chest reigniting.
"Reasons."
He gives you a pointed look and you shrug, your combative attitude back as if it never left.
"The same reasons I want to go downstairs and strangle Maybank until his eyes pop out of their sockets?"
You stand suddenly and he moves to block your path when you head for the door.
"I'm not fucking doing this. I'm going back downstairs to find JJ and finish what we started."
There's no truth to your words, but you spit them out anyway; dead set on antagonizing him the way he did you. He knows this and laughs as he provokes you in a way only he can.
"So you just spread your legs for anybody now? I knew pogues were whores but-"
He's cut off by another slap, this one hard enough to leave a handprint and you know you fucked up. It's a miracle he let one slide, but two? You're in deep shit.
In the blink of an eye, he has you pinned against the bedroom door with his body pressed into yours, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
You return his harsh gaze, the two of you silently daring the other to make a move. You refuse to give him a reaction and ignore the slick between your legs.
"You are mine. Your pussy, your throat, your moans, your soul; they're mine. Do you understand me?"
You continue acting as if his words don't phase you, but he doesn't miss the way your body subconsciously leans into him. You hate the smug look on his face and fight against him, but he only presses further into you.
"Stop fucking fighting this. When are you going to admit you don't actually hate me?"
There's an uncharacteristic vulnerability in his voice that makes your head spin and against your will, your eyes dart to his lips.
"When it stops being true." You bite and just like that, the moment has passed and his eyes darken.
"Fine, we'll see if that's how you feel when I'm through ruining you for anybody else. No man will want you after I'm done because your pussy is going to be molded to the shape of my cock. You can't escape me, princess. You might as well lean in and enjoy."
You're not sure what it says about you that his promise has you dripping, but you can't bring yourself to care. The tables have shifted, and in an instant you're slipping into the headspace that casts all morals and dignity aside, eager to give Rafe anything he wants.
His hand slips into your shorts, finding your slick folds as if they're his home, and he tsks.
"Your mouth can lie all it wants, but your body always tells the truth. You love that I own you, that I use your body. Say it."
Your voice escapes you as his thumb finds your bundle of nerves, and any morsel of fight you have left is sucked from your body.
"Say it, or I won't let you come tonight."
You know he means it, and manage to force your tongue to form the words.
"I love that you own me and use me."
He hums with a smirk and pinches your clit before resuming his previous movements.
"Good girl."
You whine when he suddenly retracts his hand, but you're quickly appeased when he picks you up and carries you to the bed. Your body bounces against the mattress as he chucks you down like a rag doll, and you squirm when he just stares down at you.
It doesn't last long, and you gasp when he reaches down and tears your shirt down the middle. The rest of your clothing quickly follows, and much to your surprise, Rafe settles between your legs.
His hands splay across your knees holding you open for him, before his mouth attaches to your thigh. You moan as he sucks and bites dark hickies into the flesh, a lasting reminder of his sentiment from earlier.
He continues on his path until you're writhing beneath him, your hips bucking up to search for any form of friction. His palm comes down on your thigh with a harsh slap, and you settle back into the bed.
"What do you want?" His voice is akin to a growl as he coaxes you and you lift your hips again in response. Another slap and a warning glare have you whimpering as he holds eye contact.
"Words."
You huff in frustration as your hand reaches for his head, and he emits a groan when you grab onto the buzzcut that's grown out just enough for you to grip onto.
"I want your mouth, Rafe. Please."
You barely recognize your own voice as you breathe the words and he flashes you that million-dollar smile.
"You're so pretty when you beg."
You're about to bite out a snippy retort when his mouth attaches to your heat, and you cry out loudly. He licks a broad stripe before pulling back to spit. He watches as his saliva drips down slowly and groans.
"God you're so fucking sweet. It's like a drug, I could survive off of you for the rest of my life."
Your eyes roll back at his words, and he dives into you like a man starved. He sets a brutal pace, giving you no time to adjust before curling two fingers into your gspot.
Your head tilts back as you see stars, and if you weren't so far gone you'd be embarrassed at how quickly he has your high approaching. He hums when he feels you tightening around his fingers and you gasp at the vibration.
He bites down before sucking your clit into his mouth, and that's all it takes to make the coil in your belly snap. The combination of lewd noises and the coolness of his rings sends you into overdrive as your back arches off the bed, and he lets you ride it out before pulling back.
You take a second to regain your senses, and when you do you hear the familiar clinking of his belt buckle. You start to get up, ready to return the favor when he pushes you back down.
"Not tonight. I need to feel you around me."
You don't respond as he covers your body with his, and he presses his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss. Its clashing teeth and sloppy tongues, and Rafe lets out a strangled groan when you lick around his lips to clean off your arousal.
He teases your entrance torturously slow as you buck into him, and smirks.
"Who's pussy is this?"
You don't hesitate, too desperate to be full of him to think of anything else.
"Yours."
At that, he slams into you and you gasp at the sudden intrusion. He gives you a second, locking eyes to confirm, and starts thrusting sharply when you give a nod.
His head drops into the crook of your neck, flooded with relief at being seated inside you once again.
"No one else is ever allowed to feel how perfect and tight this pussy is. Only I get to hear your pretty sounds and watch you fall apart."
You nod your head vigorously, seeking out his mouth again as moans tumble from both of you. He accepts your answer and rewards you by hitching your leg over his shoulder to get a deeper angle.
Your nails dig into his back at the new feeling, and you rake them down to his back dimples as you feel his muscles flex under your touch.
You're quickly approaching your second orgasm as his grunts fill your ears, sweat beading across both your chests as the heat from your bodies warms the air.
"Such a good little whore for me, taking this cock like it's your job. My perfect girl."
His hand comes up to your throat when you let out a whine and you part your lips.
He smiles brightly, obsessed with how eager you are to please him, and leans down. The whimper you let out is pathetic as he spits into your mouth before capturing you in a messy kiss.
His fingers squeeze with delectable pressure and you let out a silent scream when his other hand starts rubbing fast circles on your clit.
"Come for me, baby. Soak the sheets and show me how good it feels."
That's all it takes for white-hot pleasure to engulf every nerve ending, and he sucks a mark onto the column of your throat as you tremble against him. He waits for you to come down before flipping you over and snapping his hips into yours.
He growls as he fucks into you, letting spit drip from his tongue and down to where your bodies meet.
"Such a greedy pussy, sucking me in like it can't live without my cock. Maybank could never make you feel like this, no one else can."
You're an incoherent babbling mess now, your mind empty as your focus on the feeling of Rafe's cock dragging against your walls.
You mewl when he tangles his hand in your hair, pressing your face into the mattress as he fucks you into another dimension. You shiver when he presses wet kisses down your spine, his voice right next to your ear as he whispers praise.
"Good girl, you're doing so well. So beautiful like this."
The mixture of praise and dirty talk has you trembling, your legs nearly giving out beneath you. Rafe notices and slaps your ass before grabbing a pillow and placing it beneath your hips.
He presses you down so you're propped up, and you feel tears spilling out onto the linens as the pleasure swirls around you like a vortex. His body is practically on top of you now, the weight grounding you just enough for you to push back and meet his thrusts.
He chuckles and shakes his head, completely enamored.
"Look at you, using my cock to come for the third time. So greedy."
You manage to shake your head and kiss his bicep that's propping him up next to your face. His features soften at the realization and he leans down to press a kiss to your shoulder blade.
"Oh, how sweet and thoughtful. You just wanna make me feel good, huh?"
You nod your head and whimper, closing your eyes as he presses a kiss to your cheek. It's the most intimate you two have ever been, and you're met with a fleeting thought that something has changed. It's quickly wiped away when he switches up his place, slowing down to fuck you hard and deep.
"You wanna make me come, princess? Want me to fill you up until you can't take any more? Maybe I'll fuck a baby into you. See what Maybank thinks when all round and pretty with a Cameron inside you."
You clench down at his words and he hisses, his own high dangerously close.
"Come for me one more time, baby. Come with me."
His request triggers your third orgasm and you scream until your throat is raw as shockwaves of pleasure roll over you. Rafe's hands entwine with yours, squeezing tightly as he gasps. Hot ropes of cum coat your walls and he fucks it back into a few times before gently pulling out and collapsing next to you.
Your mouth feels like you've been chewing on cotton as you try to catch your breath, muscle fatigue settling into every square inch of your body.
You and Rafe are a sight to behold; eyes glazed over, tangled hair, and flushed skin glistening with salty sweat.
You lay in silence for a few minutes, Rafe's fingers tracing featherlight patterns on your back as if they're following paths he knows by heart. You're convinced he's about to pass out when he stands, making his way into the bathroom.
You listen as the shower starts running, and will your limbs to work so you can gather what's left of your clothes and one of Rafe's shirts to leave. Your efforts are interrupted when Rafe reappears and turns you over, gently scooping you into his arms.
You wrap yourself around him, too tired to argue, and let him carry you into the bathroom. He carefully steps into the shower with you still clinging onto him and you weakly shake your head.
"Too tired for round two, Rafe." It's a slurred mumble and you frown when his chest rumbles with quiet laughter.
"We need to shower." He explains, his voice tender in a way you've never heard before.
"Together? Without sex?" You're genuinely baffled at the suggestion. He's never done this before, and your heart flutters at the sudden change in behavior.
"Yes? We're sweaty and gross, and I don't want to get it in the bed after I put on fresh sheets." He says it's like it's the most simple thing in the world, and you let him, too exhausted to put any more effort into thinking.
He carefully sets you down, his hands holding you steady as you stumble a bit. You stay still as he takes it upon himself to wash your hair and body, letting yourself revel in the newfound affection.
This is a new side of Rafe, and you're surprised at how willing you are to accept it. You let your eyes flutter closed as the water cascades across your skin and lean back into Rafe when his arms wrap around your waist.
"I didn't fuck her, you know. I just brought her to piss you off, and it was cruel. I knew your history and used it against you. I'm sorry."
Apparently, Rafe is full of surprises, because never in a million years did you think you'd ever hear him apologize sincerely. You turn around to face him, clasping your hands around his neck as you give him a short kiss.
"Thank you. I'm sorry for kissing JJ. Seeing you with her just made me so mad and I did it without thinking."
He kisses your forehead and pulls you closer, setting his chin on top of your head.
"They say love makes you do crazy things."
His voice is barely audible, but the words sound like they're coming from a megaphone as they sink in.
"I'm sorry, what?" You ask puzzled, looking up at him in bewilderment.
"Come on, Y/N. You have to know by now. You don't get that angry and jealous over someone you aren't in love with."
His statement hits you like a freight train, and you blink a few times as you try to work it out.
Does Rafe make your head spin? Sure. Do your eyes immediately seek him out in a crowd full of people? You guess. Does your stomach do somersaults when they finally find him? Like an Olympic gymnast.
Is Rafe the only person you want to see when something happens, whether good or bad? Of course. It's then you're struck with realization, and it knocks the wind out of you. Holy shit.
You're in love with Rafe Cameron.
All the fighting, all the games, and all the supposed hatred were because you couldn't come to terms with your feelings.
You convinced yourself that you hate his stupid toned muscles, and his dumb perfect smile, and his annoyingly blue eyes, and his infuriatingly infectious laugh, and- yeah, you're an idiot.
Rafe watches as you connect the pieces, his thumb gently rubbing your cheekbone as he seizes the opportunity to memorize your features. He sees the exact moment it all clicks, his irises somehow becoming an even brighter blue than they already are.
"How long have you known?" You press; surely he just recently came to this conclusion too.
"A few months." He grins and he can't help but laugh as you swat at him wide eyes.
"Why didn't you fucking tell me?"
His eyebrows raise in amusement and he shakes his head, his cheeks burning from the wide smile he wears.
"I know you, and if I had told you, you would've smacked me and screamed at me until you lost your voice."
Your shoulders slump in defeat because he's right; it would not have gone over well. He continues with his shower, periodically focusing on how cute you are when you mope.
Once he finishes up, the two of you dry off and he tosses you one of his sweatshirts before slipping into some joggers.
You wait patiently as he strips the sheets and replaces them before crawling into bed and snuggling into the down pillow. You're out within seconds, and Rafe's heart flutters as he watches you sleep in his bed wearing his clothes.
It seems to be a new unspoken agreement now; that the two of you are together and belong only to each other. He relishes in the thought and creeps into bed as quietly as he can manage so as not to disturb you.
He settles in, and the second you register his warmth, your body shifts closer to his. Your arms flop across his chest with your hand resting gently against his neck while your leg is perched up on his waist. You let out a content hum and bury your face into his arm, wanting to be as close as possible even in your sleep.
The thought makes his heart drown in love and he wraps you in his embrace while pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He chuckles to himself and reaches over to shut off the light, fatigue clawing at him as his eyes burn. Not in love, his ass.