“Make love to me, Rafe, slow and sweet.” Lifting one hand, I cupped his stubbled cheek, loving the way he moaned and leant into my caress.
“Anything you want Bunny, anyway any time,” he vowed, palming my breasts in his large hands and gently massaging them.
We both stopped speaking then, our bodies doing all the talking. Lifting my hips, I pulled up, then sank down again, every time I took him back inside me. I ground my clit on his pelvic bone, desperate to feel everything I had missed out on in my only other sexual relationship. Leaning forward, I planted my hands flat on his chest, loving the rippling of his muscles under my palms. Loving that he was just as affected by our coming together as I was.
“Make me feel alive,” I moaned, rolling my hips, earning a low rumbled groan from Rafe. Pure pleasure radiated all through my body. I know I asked for slow but having him inside me, so deep, my body was threatening to take control and override my previous wish.
“I’m going to make sure you feel alive for the rest of your life, Peyton,” Rafe vowed, his hands leaving my breasts to wrap around the back of my neck, pulling me flush against his chest. Our heated bodies pressed together, his dick so deep, I nearly wept from the sensation.
“Ride me, Peyton, use me, fuck me, make love with me, take what you need, baby, because it’s what I need too.” His hands slid from my neck down to grip my arse, his strong, capable fingers digging into my cheeks, leaving no doubt there will be marks in the morning. Marks I was more than willing to wear and own.
“Help me, Rafe, get us there,” I pleaded, not knowing exactly how to make love in this position. Darren and I always did missionary and it was always rushed. Two teenagers stealing moments wherever we could, afraid of getting caught by our parents. Little did I know then, there was so much more to be afraid of than having sex in a car or in the pool house in his parent’s backyard.
Strong arms banded around me tighter, lifting me up and down on his cock in an attempt to chase that ultimate sensation. For long minutes he lifted me while his hips bucked underneath in a rhythm that was sweet and tormenting all at the same time. Although, I was wishing that I had not demanded we go slow and sweet. Hot and fast sounded pretty good right now.
Shimming my knees forward, I gripped his torso in a firm hold between my thighs, this way, I was clamping him harder. My clit dragged against the soft hair that covered his pubis, the feeling so amazing I repeated it three more times before a spasm began in the bottom of my feet. My legs started to shake, and if I wasn’t holding on so hard, I might have fallen right off the bed from the force that was travelling up my body to my core.
“Shit, Rafe!” I screamed, my head going back on my shoulders as my orgasm hit me, rendering me lost to all conscious thought. Wave after wave of white-hot pleasure nailed me in my core, my pussy clenching then unclenching as it rode out the unfathomable pleasure that was pummelling my body and heart.
“Fuck yes, Peyton, come for me, keep coming for me,” Rafe grunted, his grip on my hips punishing as he held me down hard on him and kept thrusting his pulsing cock into my sopping pussy.
“Don’t ever fucking stop,” he roared out, then pulled himself into a sitting position and took one nipple into his hot mouth and sucked the tight, sensitive bud, prolonging my orgasm or inciting a new one from me, I had no idea. All I knew was I never wanted to go without this ever again. Rafe had me addicted with just two mind-blowing orgasms in a matter of minutes. Wanting him to experience the same addiction, my knees widened more, and I pushed myself deeper and as low as I could, his cock loving my new idea because the beast inside me pulsed and jerked over and over. Rafe growled around his mouthful, his teeth sinking in, muffling his roar of completion. His large body shook and shivered, his panting out of control, his dick had its own heartbeat, locked inside me, my inner wall refusing to let him go.
Exhilarated abandon washed over me as I revelled in not only the aftermath of my own mind-numbing orgasm but also Rafe’s. Never did it occur to me that another person’s pleasure would mean so much to me. That I could make a man feel so completely wild, he would leave marks on my skin.
Yeah, I was totally and completely addicted. And it was fucking awesome.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
RAFE
Biting the inside of my cheek, I tried hard not to laugh as Peyton snatched the hair tie from her wrist and pulled her pink and blonde hair up into a messy ponytail on the top of her head. I already learned that Peyton had no sense of humour when she was sweating and pissed off, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to laugh out loud at her cute temper tantrum.
The Wounded Souls compound was a place all the Sons came to work out when in Ballarat. There were plenty of gyms in town, good ones with trained experts but nothing beat the atmosphere of the club’s workout room. Mats littered the floor, some for floor exercise and some with thicker padding for situations as this one Peyton and I were engaged in presently.
“Peyton, you asked me to teach you self-defence, I am taking this request seriously, baby.”
“Yeah? Well since when did learning self-defence mean I have to sweat so much?” my cute, sexy woman huffed at me, her amber eyes glaring at me from the other side of the mat.
“Um, since always. Peyton, this isn’t a Lethal Weapon movie, you aren’t going to see a backward spin kick and get it right away. You need to learn balance first before you can swing a punch or kick. You need strength to stay on your feet when a perp comes at you, but also balance, baby,” I reasoned with her, hating that she felt the need to learn how to protect herself because that just reminded me that there was going to be a time when I was not going to be around to do it for her. Team FIVE could be called out at any time, any day. We didn’t have a set rotation for deployment, we went when we were needed and for the amount of time necessary to get the mission done. Our team was a click beyond special forces, and that was just how it was, and the sooner I got right with the added worry of leaving Peyton, the better my heart would cope being away from her. Six men depended on me to be on my game and in the right headspace.
I made a mental note to talk with my captain about tips for leaving a loved one behind. Leaving Angie never concerned me, funnily enough. We fought so much when I was home, most of the time I couldn’t wait for my beeper to go off, and sometimes I used to invent training exercises just so I could escape down to Queenscliff and wait for a call up there. Shitty as it sounded, Angie and I worked better apart. The truth of the matter was I married an idea of the perfect girl. She had me tricked there for a while, but once she got that second ring on her finger, she went from understanding to a downright shrew. Not caring that she was picking a fight just before I had to leave on a mission, fuck, she even rang me while deployed to give me grief about how lonely she was or that she wanted a better life. What the fuck did she expect me to do thousands and thousands of kilometres away? She had my bank card, and she didn’t have a limit on what she spent other than the balance in our accounts. I made the money and she spent it. How that didn’t make her happy enough to get off my back pissed me off. I had never been the kind of husband that got pissed at her buying shoes or shopping constantly. My only stipulation was that she used our money and not her father’s. Of course, that fell on deaf ears because no way did my salary allow her to buy three pairs of Jimmy Choo heels a month or keep her wine rack stacked with four hundred dollar bottles of champagne.
“Rafe?” Peyton’s soft voice interrupted my inner tirade at my ex-wife.
Looking at her, I saw the frustration of a few minutes ago was gone and replaced with gentle concern.
“You thinking about your friend in the coma?”
Guilt choked me as I nodded my head. “Yeah, sorry baby. Got lost for a minute there,” I apologised, walking over to her and wrapping her up in my arms.
“Don’t apologise for caring about someone Rafe, I understand that. You have a big, kind, caring, true heart, and it’s what I lo—admire the most about you.” It didn’t escape me when
she stammered over her words, one in particular. She might think that it was too soon to tell me she loves me, but I wouldn’t mind hearing it anyway. Pushing Peyton didn’t work, the woman could dig her heels in so much, stubborn should be her middle name. I had to admit I nearly told her last night in bed that I loved her. Our night of making love went well into the night, it turned from sweet and slow to hard fucking then back to sweet. Each orgasm from her, every time she clenched that magical pussy around my cock, I wanted to tell her. Then when she took me into her throat and sucked me off, cleaning my cock of her juices, I nearly fucking shouted it out then and there. Seeing her lips wrapped around my girth, her soft pretty hair falling about her face and my crotch just about did me in. In fact it did, embarrassingly I came like a schoolboy, shot my load down her throat as her mouth swallowed and slurped up my cum.
Fucking magical night.
The only problem for me enjoying this new beginning for us completely was the shit between Angie and me and the lies. Not being honest was not the kind of man I was, normally. Truth was the most essential part of my being, and it went hand in hand with trust and loyalty in my mind. The Sons lived by them, it was what kept us whole as a team and back to our lives. The longer I left the truth unsaid, the worse my gut was getting at me. How the fuck was I having so much trouble telling Peyton I used to be married? It wasn’t as if I was nearly divorced or holding a torch for Angie. I stopped loving her long before she got behind the wheel drunk and hit that tree.
Just tell her you fucking wanker, give her the respect she deserves and come clean before it is too late. No matter how much I told myself that, I couldn’t make myself believe that she wouldn’t see that some of the blame landed on me for Angie’s accident. The truth was I stopped caring about her alone in the house, I stopped worrying if she was okay without me. I signed the papers without a second thought and sent them back, pissed off because she served me with them while on a mission. When she knew I had to be focused on one thing and one thing only–keeping myself and six other men alive. Nothing mattered to Angie but herself, I knew it when I married her, but it wasn’t until I left for the army and settled in did I notice how annoying and selfish my wife really was.
“You’re quiet, honey,” Peyton whispered into my chest, her hands were at my back, her fingers drawing lazy circles there.
“Just enjoying having you in my arms, Bunny,” I replied, like the coward I was. Not that it wasn’t true; being with Peyton so freely was like a dream come true. The only dark cloud, my inability to grow a set and be honest with her.
The sound of beeping coming from the small black device clipped onto my belt ended the tender moment. Groaning, I used one hand to grab the pager, leaving my other arm still wrapped over her shoulder.
“Fuck!” I hissed, reading the screen over her head. The coded message was just three numbers, but the order was clear and could not be ignored.
“Bad news?” Peyton tensed in my hold, not looking at me but keeping her face planted in my chest.
“Not bad news, baby, I just have to leave for the base a little sooner than expected.” My reply, calm and gentle. The last thing I wanted was her getting spooked about me leaving so soon after starting our relationship.
“Oh. That’s good.” I heard the relief in her voice, and that calmed me.
“I have to be there until Friday. How about you come down Friday after work and we can have the weekend together. Go to the beach, out for dinner at one of the many swanky restaurants. Stay with me at my flat, just do nothing but enjoy one another.”
“Mmmm, I like the sound of that. Maybe Devon and Wren can drive down with me? Little Decker too. Addy is on call this weekend, so she won’t be able to come. I will ask her if I can board Alaska and Arctic at the clinic for the weekend. ”
“Plan it, Bunny. If the women can’t, I will drive back and pick you up.” I didn’t like the idea of her driving the Ballarat-Geelong road on her own. It was not only boring, a lot of the road, while a major highway, was still one lane either way and many dickheads drove it in a hurry to get to the beach taking silly risks in overtaking.
“Rafe, it makes no sense for you to come all the way back to Ballarat, pick me up then drive all the way down to the beach again. Seriously, if Wren or Devon can’t go, I can drive myself,” Peyton protested with a laugh. Leaning back in my arms, she looked up at me with those unbelievable eyes and a pretty smile lighting up her face.
Holding her face in my hands, I pressed my lips to hers, inhaling her sweetness and tasting it.
“Please Bunny, do this for me. I know you are more than capable, but this will help put me at ease. I have to be away from you too soon after finally getting together, let me do this one thing for not only you but for myself as well.”
She must have seen the desperation on my face to see to her safety because instead of one of her eye rolls, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed me sweetly. My heart soaring at the ease in which she was taking to our affection.
“Okay Rafe, if it makes you feel better, then I agree. I will talk with the girls later on and plan something with them. Deal?”
“Deal Bunny, and thank you.”
“Now, stop talking and kiss me with one of those toe-curling kisses before you have to go,” Peyton sassed at me, her eyes shining with love, stealing the air from my lungs. The words hung unsaid between us, along with my lies and suddenly I felt lower than snake shit.
“Pey, there is something—” My mobile started ringing in my back pocket, cutting me off from saying what I should have said months ago.
Fucking really?
Giggling, Peyton slid her hand down my back and fished out my phone and handed it to me. Of course, she had to take a minute to grope my arse in the process, but I was fine with that.
“Thanks, baby,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose then quickly looked at the screen before swiping it open.
“Cap, what’s up?”
“Rafe, we gotta head out now. I’m pulling in the compound carpark now, the boys are loaded. The Navy frigates are docking as we speak down at the base. The Major wants us front and centre to lead the training exercises,” Tank spoke quickly, I could tell from his tone he was just as pissed off as I was for having our leave cut short.
“So, we jump because the frogmen can’t tell what day it is?” I growled, already feeling myself getting riled up. My last encounter with the SEALS didn’t go well, and it rarely did for me. For some reason, one unit in particular, rubbed me the wrong way and unfortunately for me, I reacted badly. It was the main reason I missed out on a promotion to Corporal. Apparently I needed an attitude adjustment.
What the fuck ever.
“LC Walsh, get your shit together and move your arse. Ghost is looking like he wants to knife someone and Bastian is … well, being Bastian. Forget the frogmen and get your arse in the car,” Tank growled into the phone, making me smile.
“I ain’t going in your car if Cole and Bastian are in it. Those two snark at each other like fucking old women. Anyway, I’m taking Pey’s car down. ” I was careful not to use Cole’s mission name in front of Peyton. Not that I thought she would repeat it, but she couldn’t be used if she didn’t have any information in the first place. Call it paranoia, or call it being careful, the safety of my Bunny was paramount.
“Fine I will head back with Grill and Kodah, you bloody pussy. Deke is on his way down already, he scored with some chick in Meredith last night, so he left from there a half-hour ago.”
“Copy that, just let me say good-bye to Peyton. Tell the boys I will be out in five.”
Ending the call, I slipped the phone back into my pocket and replaced my hands where I needed them–on my girl.
“I gotta go baby, I will call you tonight. It might be late so let my call go to voicemail if you are asleep.” Pulling her close to me, I bent my head and covered her mouth in a kiss worthy of a porn star. My girl wants her toes to curl, then that is what she gets.
Swallowing her sexy
moans, I reached down and tucked my hands into the waist of her ridiculously tight yoga pants. Delighted when my fingers found her bare arse cheeks.
“No panties again, Bunny? My, my, aren’t you a naughty girl.” My dick picked that moment to stand to attention, his timing fucking fucked.
“I had plans for after our self-defence session,” she breathed in my ear, her teeth catching my earlobe.
“Fuck!” Squeezing her arse, I pulled her close to my crotch, grinding my hard dick into her soft belly.
“Five days, baby, and you can show me what plans you have for me.”
“Five days,” Peyton agreed, staring at my mouth. Growling, I dropped another kiss to her lips and reluctantly released my grip, and pulled my hands out of her tight workout pants.
“See ya, Bunny, stay close to the protection detail at the clinic. Talk to you later tonight.” Turning around, I walked away, my heart thumping, and my mind screaming at me to look back at her, but I didn’t. This might not be a deployment but I had to treat it like one because leaving Peyton for months at a time was going to be so much harder than just going an hour and a half down the highway.
So much fucking harder.
CHAPTER TWELVE
PEYTON
“Bastian just texted me and said, I quote, ‘Don’t go touching anything in my shed, woman. I forbid it. And you know what will happen if you do’,” Wren shouted from her perch at the bar, her face was a combination of annoyance and strangely enough … delight.
“Ewww, Wren! I do not need to hear that shit,” Shiloh grumbled, “you seem to forget that he is my brother.”
Wren let out a laugh, throwing a handful of peanuts over the bar at her sister-in-law.
“Suck it up buttercup. Your brother has to watch you loving on his best mate, payback is a bitch, Shiloh.”
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