RAFE: A Buff Male Nanny (Loose Ends Book 1)

by Rebekah Weatherspoon

  “I do,” she said and then something passed over her features. Rafe wasn’t sure what, but he saw the flicker in her eye and the way her cheek clenched. “Take your time with me,” she said. Rafe thought about the day she’d had. The time she’d had to spend with Drew, the years she’d had to spend with him. How he had been her first and only experience with men and relationships.

  Rafe didn’t know what had been the final thing to push Sloan into leaving Drew, but it had been enough to hurt her. Sure, she wasn’t referring to that very moment when her marriage ended, but if she was hinting at something deeper, he was hearing her loud and clear.

  “I can make that happen,” was his response. A little smile touched her lips before she kissed him. He kissed her right back, giving her thighs a little squeeze as their tongues slid together. Fuck, he loved kissing her. He loved everything about her. He broke their kiss just long enough to move them over to the marble shower seat, and as soon as his ass hit the cold, wet surface, his mouth was back on hers again, savoring every bit of their connection, especially where her pussy was now rubbing up against his dick.

  Without pulling away, he reached over on the bench and found the condom. He opened the wrapper and easily sheathed himself. Then he pulled away, cupping Sloan’s cheek in his large palm. Her eyes went to his again and this time all he saw was pure lust.

  “Do you want to sit on it?”

  She just nodded, then reached between them and took of hold of his cock. Rafe let out a groan of his own as she stroked him, her fist moving up and down. Finally she took pity on him. She sat up on her knees, aligning the head of his aching erection with her warm opening. His eyes refused to stay open as she pushed down, taking every single inch he had to offer. Sloan started to move her hips, clenching her pussy around him. Rafe wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, meeting the motions of her hips with his own.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he whispered against her ear.

  “Oh babe,” she whimpered back. “I’m gonna come.”

  “Come, baby. Come on me.” That seemed to be just what she needed. Sloan clung to him, her chin digging into his shoulder as her pussy flexed and released down his length. He held on, pumping into her hard and fast until his balls seized up and that bolt of energy shot up his spine. He filled the condom inside of her as her hips continued to move. Rafe had no plan to move any time soon, but Sloan suddenly slipped off his lap and moved to her knees on the shower floor. She swiftly, but carefully, slipped the condom off and started to lick him clean. As his dick softened, she kept lightly stroking him, moving her mouth down to his balls. After a minute or so, he lifted her off the floor and kissed her deep. The water was still running, but he couldn’t think of a better way to waste some water.

  13

  It should have been physically impossible for Sloan to wake up this aroused, but when she opened her eyes the first thing she noticed—well, the second thing she noticed—was not only how wet she was, but how badly her clit was aching. And this wasn’t residual arousal, left over from the last time Rafe had been inside her sometime after midnight, after they’d dried off and lotioned up and pulled together a feast of leftovers that they stuffed themselves with while watching more episodes of Match Made in Paradise.

  No, this was fresh and urgent. Maybe she’d had a sex dream she didn’t remember or maybe some switch in her body had been flipped. It knew quality dick was present and available on-demand, if Rafe was up for it, of course. Maybe she’d be this turned on forever.

  After she realized that she was alone in her bed again, she knew she wasn’t going to get the instant relief that could come from a morning quickie. It was official. Sloan was turning into a sex addict and the only person who could administer the fix was nowhere to be seen in her bedroom. She’d go find him in a minute, but first she checked her phone. There was a text from Xeni.

  Download LetsChat.

  We’re adding you to our group chat.

  Sloan sat up in her bed, gasping out loud. This is what it must have been like to be popular in high school. A hot boyfriend with a motorcycle and cool girls who wanted to be friends with you. She downloaded the app, then searched for Xeni’s number.

  I’m here! Add me!

  Sloan couldn’t help but laugh when the group alert popped up. Xeni has added you to Intersectional Feminists of Benetton. She accepted the invite, scanning the names at the top of the screen under the perfectly named group. Joanna, Keira, Meegan, Sarah, Shae, Xeni. She’d only had the chance to hang out with Joanna and Shae’s cousin Keira a couple of times, but they were very nice.

  Xeni: I just added her.

  Hiiiiiiiiiii!

  Are you jumping me into your lady

  violence gang? I feel so special!

  Sarah: Hey!

  Keira: Hey Sloan! How are you?

  I’m great. How are you ladies doing?

  “You’re up.” Sloan looked up as Rafe walked into the room wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. A weird sense of panic made her press her phone to her chest like she was caught doing something wrong.

  “Good morning,” she said as he climbed on the bed. “I’ll be with you in one second.”

  “Take your time,” he replied with a groan. Sloan almost orgasmed watching him stretch out on the sheets beside her.

  Keira: Good. Just telling the girls

  about my husband’s latest work drama.

  Shit. Keep telling. I’ll brb.

  She set her phone on the nightstand and turned back to Rafe. “Hi. Sorry. Just chatting with the girls.” She almost melted when his mouth and his mustache tipped up at the corner in a sexy smile.

  “Telling them how you drained me of all of my bodily fluids last night?”

  “No. I didn’t get that far yet, but I will. Imma tell errrbody. How long have you been up?”

  “Not too long, but I didn’t want to wake you so I put the quiche in the oven.”

  “What kind of quiche is it?”

  “Bacon, spinach and onion. There’s fruit salad too,” he said before he leaned up and kissed her, reminding Sloan that her pussy was still very much in need of some personal attention.

  “Mmm, that sounds delicious.”

  “I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”

  “So, I have a problem.”

  “Yeah? What’s going on?”

  “I’m still wet,” Sloan said, shooting her crotch a meaningful look.

  “Oh yeah?” Rafe shuffled around a bit so he could get his arm under the covers. Sloan tried to hold still as his warm fingers ghosted over her thigh, but all her effort didn’t stop her from breathing in a little harder when his fingers brushed against her slit. “Yeah, you are pretty wet.” Rafe pulled his hand away, then rudely licked his fingers.

  “How am I supposed to get out of bed like this?”

  “I don’t know. You might have to stay in bed all day.”

  “But what about our first date?”

  “Yeah, we can’t skip that. I think I’m going to have to help you out. Excuse me.” Sloan watched Rafe as he threw the covers over his head, then felt as he maneuvered his way between her legs. A sigh escaped from her chest when his tongue slowly parted her lips. Suddenly, he threw the covers off them both and looked up at her. God, it was a sight. His hands gripping her skin, her thighs over his broad, tattooed shoulders, her juices already wetting his beard.

  “You were right. It’s a mess down here. Cleanup might take a little while.”

  Sloan reached down and ran her thumb over his bottom lip. “How long will the quiche take?”

  “We got about fifteen minutes, give or take. I should get started.” Sloan couldn’t even respond before Rafe pressed his mouth back to her slit. Jokes about his quiche burning were forgotten as he licked and sucked every inch of her. Sloan settled deeper into the sheets, her head dropping back while her fingers wove their way into the soft hair on the back of his head.

  Heaven. This was what heaven felt li
ke, Rafe’s tongue tracing over her sensitive folds before pressing into her aching hole. His dick was amazing and nothing compared to it, just like nothing compared to the feeling of his tongue moving inside her. The focused and controlled movement against the inner walls of her cunt pushed her closer to the edge. She felt his thumb slide around the outside of her ass, slick now with her juices and his drool. He didn’t push it inside, but just the light pressure had her head digging back into her pillows as she whimpered his name.

  A beeping and thrumming noise forced Sloan’s eyes up. His phone was dancing and chirping on her dresser. His timer for the quiche.

  “Rafe. The oven,” she tried to say, but she cried out instead as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Two fingers pressed into her pussy and he worked her, his hand moving in and out in deep, rough motions. The beep and vibrating went on, but Rafe didn’t stop, not until she was coming. Lightning exploded behind her eyes as she arched off the bed, pulling his face closer to her. Finally, he released her with a few parting kisses to her inner thighs.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  When he climbed off the bed, she didn’t miss how hard he was and she didn’t miss the wet spot that had turned the dark grey fabric of his boxers black. She knew he’d come back, but Sloan was thirsty now. For actual water as well as more of his body. She jumped out of bed and found her robe hanging in the bathroom, then followed Rafe down to the kitchen. Maybe he’d let her help him out while they waited for their quiche to cool.

  Sloan leaned against Rafe as they waited for their table at Samba. They’d had a perfect day. After she’d sucked his cock in the middle of the kitchen, they took their sweet time eating breakfast, then decided to take a dip in the pool. They’d spent the rest of the day watching movies on the couch wrapped in fluffy towels. Sloan dozed on and off, cuddled up against Rafe’s shoulder, soaking in his warmth.

  Eventually they’d unglued themselves from each other, retreating to their own bedrooms to get ready for their night out. After she blow dried her braids, it took Sloan forever to figure out what to wear. When she’d finally settled on a brand new, long sleeved floral romper that she had yet to wear and a pair of tan wedges that she’d barely broken in, she figured Rafe was downstairs watching the clock, wondering what the fuck was taking her so long.

  In a shocking twist, it was Sloan that had to wait for Rafe to finish his primping and prepping. She’d had to stop herself from drooling when he came walking down the hall. Rafe always looked nice. Nice jeans, fresh t-shirts. Something about the crisp long sleeved shirt he was wearing and the way the sleeves were pushed up, showing off his tattoos, was too much though. After they’d exchanged seven or eight compliments about how the other looked, they headed out for their date. Rafe drove them in the Tahoe to the Brazilian steakhouse he’d been meaning to try.

  Stepping through the front door, Sloan immediately saw why he’d picked the dimly lit restaurant. The whole scene was very romantic. After the hostess showed them to their table and they both looked over the menu, Sloan focused all of her attention on the gorgeous man across from her.

  “So, tell me about yourself,” Sloan said. “I feel like we’ve talked a lot about my kids and we’ve even talked about complicated surgical procedures, but we haven’t talked enough about you.”

  “What do you want to know?”

  “Truthfully? Why are you so nice?”

  “I don’t think I’m so nice. I think I try to be a decent human being.”

  “I don’t know. I think you’re pretty sweet.”

  “I wasn’t always like this. I used to be a little dick.”

  “Really?” Sloan couldn’t picture it. Rafe had been nothing but kind and patient with everyone she’d seen him interact with. She couldn’t imagine him being an asshole, even as a teenager.

  “Yeah, I was a little shithead growing up. Part of why I landed in juvie.”

  “What changed?”

  “My dad.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  Rafe looked down and started toying with the base of the candle at the center of their table. “My parents weren’t good together. My dad got my mom pregnant when they were in high school and their parents forced them to get married. They got along, but it was more like a friendship. My dad was just angry in general. But when my mom died, he kinda snapped.”

  “We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to.” She wanted to know more about him, but the conversation had taken a heavy turn and from the way he was avoiding eye contact with her, Sloan could see he wasn’t exactly comfortable talking about his parents.

  “No, it’s good to talk about it,” he said, looking up at her. He smiled a little, then let out a deep breath. “It’s a good reminder. Anyway. He packed me up one day after the funeral, didn’t tell me where we were going. Just loaded up the truck and we started driving. We stopped to sleep and eat and stuff, but he was so focused on getting to the Pacific, I was thinking he was going to just drive the car right into the ocean.”

  “Rafe,” his name slipped out of her mouth and Sloan couldn’t help the tone of anguish behind it. She couldn’t imagine how scary and confusing that must have been for a young teenager.

  “When we got to Santa Monica, it was the middle of the afternoon and the pier was packed. I just wanted to go to sleep in a real bed that wasn’t covered in dirty motel sheets, but he made me hang out on the pier while he had whatever moment he needed to have. All he said was that my mom always wanted to come to California.

  “We found a place. He found a job and put me in a school where I was one of the only White kids. It wasn’t the end of the world, but I really wasn’t ready. He didn’t tell me we were staying until the night before I was supposed to go to school.”

  “And you fell in with the wrong crowd?”

  “No, I dropped out.”

  “Oh.”

  “I met my buddy Hector. He knew this guy who would pay us cash for boosting cars. And that was great until we got arrested.”

  “I’m sorry, but that is literally the plot of Step Up,” Sloan teased.

  “I know. That movie is based on my life.”

  Sloan felt herself flinch in shock. “What?”

  “I’m kidding.”

  “Not funny.”

  “Yeah, it was. Anyway, when I got out, my dad was dating Monica and he was completely different.”

  “Different how?”

  “It was the first time I’d seen him happy in my whole life. First time he’d ever apologized to me. He said he was sorry for uprooting us without talking to me. Sorry for not giving me time to grieve for my mom. He apologized for being a bad father. Hearing him say all that just opened something in me. I told him all this shit I’d never told anyone about being scared to live.

  “I didn’t know what I was doing with my life. I didn’t know who I was enough to even try and be any version of myself, forget a good version of myself. I didn’t want to end up dead or in prison for good though. After that, Monica introduced me to her brothers and her nephews who taught me how to work on cars and motorcycles, anything with an engine really. That kept me and Hector out of trouble.”

  “Are you two still friends?”

  “Yeah, you’ll meet him tomorrow.”

  “Good.”

  “After my dad made it clear that I could really talk to him about anything, I stopped bottling shit up. And being around my new step-uncles helped too. They’re gearheads and all that, but as the kids say, they don’t engage with toxic masculinity.”

  “That’s great. It sounds like you were surrounded by good people who really care about you.”

  “That’s exactly it. But yeah, I don’t see myself as nice. I’m just not jacked up on suppressed rage.”

  “Hmm. I still think you’re nice,” Sloan said, winking at him.

  “Well, you’re easy to talk to. I’ve had women tell me I’m too quiet and I don’t open up enough.”

  “I don’t think you’re quiet. You just told me someth
ing personal and private.”

  “Like I said, you’re easy to talk to.”

  “So, how’d you end up nannying?”

  “After Hope was born, I was old enough to help out, so I did. Monica said that I was so good with her, you know as an infant, and she asked me to watch her when her maternity leave was over. I didn’t think I had a choice, so I said yes. Then I watched her and Gracie after she was born.”

  “How’d you end up with the Craigs?”

  “Monica’s mother used to take care of Haylene’s grandmother. Around the time when she died, the Craigs’ nanny moved out to take care of her own mother.”

  “Geez. Okay, keep going.”

  “Yeah, a lot had to happen before I got involved. The Craigs asked Monica’s mom if she wanted to stay on as their nanny. She said fuck no, she was done taking care of other people’s families, but Monica asked me if I was interested. I realized I could actually get paid a salary for what I was doing at home for like ten bucks a day and gas money.”

  “Incentive matters.”

  “Exactly. They liked that I was young and not likely to die or retire anytime soon and their sons thought I was a badass, so it was easy to keep them in line.” Rafe picked at the edge of his cloth napkin that was still on the table. “They hired me, my grandma came to help out with Hope and Gracie, and here I am. That’s my whole life story.”

  “Do you enjoy it? Watching other people’s children,” Sloan asked.

  “I do. I don’t know. It’s never boring with kids. I liked hanging out at the shop with Hector and my uncles, but watching Hope discover her own toes and waiting for Monica to come home so I could show her that Gracie was walking was pretty cool. Watching kids experience things for the first time never gets old.”

  “That’s funny. That’s my favorite part of being a mom, aside from having two mini mes that I just want to snuggle all the time. Even when Avery says something fresh or Addison does something like trying to take apart a toaster, I’m in awe watching the way they take on the world.”