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

by Rebekah Weatherspoon

  “Can’t forget the Skittles. Let’s go.”

  When they got back to the house, it was a little after sunset. Rafe spotted his uncles’ cars and Eddie and Hector’s bikes when he pulled in. Carrying the ice inside, he ran into Eddie and Hector in the driveway.

  “Yo, we just met your girl. That’s the doctor?” Eddie asked.

  “Yep. Feel free to shut up about it at any time.”

  “Nah, man. I gotta know. How in the fuck did you land a chick like that? She’s fine as hell.”

  “Yeah, man. She is fine,” Hector agreed.

  “Did you scare her away?” Rafe looked around the side of the house and didn’t see her in the yard.

  “Nah, she went inside to make a phone call.”

  “Cool. I’ll be right back.” Rafe filled the big cooler with ice, then went inside where he found Sloan pacing in the kitchen. She smiled at him, scrunching up her nose.

  “I miss you too. So, so much. The house is so empty without my babies.— Yes, I’ll see you so soon. — No, I have a half day tomorrow, so I’ll come to the airport to pick you up. — I’ll ask Rafe if he wants to come too.— Okay, I love you, love you, love you both. Goodnight.” Then she ended the call and turned to him. “Hey.”

  Rafe sat at the table and reached for her. She came right over to him and took a seat in his lap. “How are they doing?”

  “Fine. Their dad took them out on his boat today.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. They had a good time, but I’m ready for them to come back. I met your friends.”

  “Eddie told me. Did they go easy on you?”

  “They did. They’re very nice. I had a chat with Monica too.”

  “God, what did she say.”

  Sloan chuckled a bit. “It was fine. She just wanted to confirm that we were actually together, as a couple. Then she told me I should be able to fire you if I’ve caught feelings.”

  Rafe shook his head. “My own mother. Damn.”

  “And then she said I shouldn’t be ashamed not to fire you—something about women working for their husbands for decades, and stay-at-home dads being a thing, and millenial feminism. I tried to explain that we weren’t quite married yet and she casually changed the subject. She did tell me to bring the girls over when I was up for it. I thought that was sweet.”

  “Yeah, maybe. She might be using you for placeholder grandchildren. Be on your guard. She’s got a lot of pent up grandmothering in her.”

  “I’ll keep my head on the swivel. How was your ice run?”

  “Ice was secured, but mostly my dad just wanted to sing your praises in private.”

  “I’m sure. That was the longest twenty minutes of my life. Can I have a kiss?”

  “Oh, I’ll kiss you.”

  Rafe turned his face upward as Sloan placed her hands on either side and pressed her lips to his. It was a tame kiss, but that didn’t stop the soft press of her mouth from flooding his senses. He could go on kissing her for a long, long time.

  “You’re cute, Dr. Copeland,” he whispered against her mouth.

  “Why, thank you,” she whispered back before kissing him again.

  “Ewww!”

  He pulled away and saw Gracie standing in the door with the instant camera she’d gotten for her birthday.

  “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” he asked.

  “I just wanted to grab my camera. I told mom I’d take some pictures for Hope’s senior spread in the yearbook. Here.” She handed Sloan a small instant photo. It was still developing, but by the time they heard the front door slam behind Gracie, a damn adorable picture of him and Sloan kissing came into clear view.

  “You keep this,” Sloan said. “The girls may know how to knock on a door, but they do not respect my privacy.”

  “Will do.” He moved to stand and slipped the small picture into his wallet. Sloan gave his arm a little tug.

  “Come on. Something tells me Eddie has all kinds of fun stories to tell about you,” Sloan teased, backing out of the kitchen. Rafe groaned, but willingly followed.

  15

  When the mudroom door clicked shut behind them, Rafe flipped the lock and Sloan fell silent. She’d had a wonderful time with Rafe and his family, but as they drove back home there was only one thing on her mind—this would be their last full night together for a month.

  After they both stepped out of their shoes, she took his hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom. She pushed the dimmer on her overhead lights up halfway and turned to face him. She started undressing, making her intentions very clear. That dark intensity came over his eyes as he backed her toward the bed.

  Sloan sunk down on the foot of the mattress and watched closely as Rafe dropped to his knees between her feet. He reached for the hem of her shirt and she did what she could to make it easy for him to pull it over her head. She took her bra off and tossed it on the floor.

  In the next second, Rafe’s lips were on hers. She took advantage, scooting to the corner of the mattress, dropping her arms over his shoulders as his strong, rough hands eased their way up her sides. She couldn’t think straight. The only thing her mind was processing was how badly she wanted him to make her come, how badly she wanted to feel his body against hers.

  They kept on kissing, their tongues moving together until Sloan could barely breathe. She could feel her panties soaking as her pussy clenched on itself. She was painfully empty, and while his fingers and his tongue worked absolute magic, she only wanted one thing. Rafe’s cock buried deep inside her until she screamed.

  Her eyes blinked open when Rafe pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. She felt her teeth gripping her bottom lip. They’d been all over each other all weekend and it still wasn’t enough. She couldn’t imagine the withdrawal she’d be going through when they couldn’t be alone. But she’d worry about that another time, not when Rafe’s hands were smoothing their way over her breasts. He kept focused on her eyes as he pinched her nipples lightly, before massaging them with his palms.

  “Sloan, you’re the only app I’m running right now.”

  She couldn’t help the snort that came bursting out of her mouth.“You’re never gonna let me forget that, are you?”

  He shook his head, eyes wide, “No.” Sloan’s laughter melted into a moan as he pinched her nipples again, harder this time. The pressure edged near pain, but that didn’t stop Sloan from leaning closer, silently begging for more. Her hand slid into his hair as his head dipped lower. He captured her nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking until she was crying out.

  He switched to the other side, sliding his tongue over her left nipple as his fingers returned to the right, lightly pinching and stroking the puckered wet tip. She tugged at his short hair, while holding him closer all at once. He became less gentle then, sucking and lightly biting. She didn’t realize her hips were moving until his hand slid between her legs. One brush against the fabric of her jeans was all she could handle.

  “Stop, stop,” she panted. Rafe immediately pulled away.

  “Yes, hi.”

  “Please take off your clothes.”

  “Since you asked so nicely.” Rafe stood and started to undress. Sloan followed, standing to shuck off her jeans and her underwear. She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out the last two condoms they had stashed there. When she turned around, the sight of his naked body was almost too much. She had to wonder when she would be able to look at his well-toned form and his sprawling tattoos, and not want to start drooling.

  “Jesus, Rafe.”

  “What?”

  “I wish you could see yourself.”

  “Oh, I’d much rather be looking at you. Come here.”

  Sloan walked into his arms, wrapping her fingers around his erection. She only stroked his perfectly thick length up and down a few times before he stilled her hand.

  “Nah, hold on.”

  “What—” Rafe picked her up and threw her on the bed. The noise that burst out of Sloan was a
mix between a screech and a hysterical laugh. Rafe crawled beside her, but before she could get hold of up or down, he was guiding her body on top of his so she was face to face with his glorious dick. His tongue was lapping over her parted pussy lips. Sloan leaned back, digging her knees into the covers, pressing herself back against the wet suction of his mouth. She eased forward and back until she was reminded of the dripping cock in front of her as it brushed against her cheek. She took his erection between her lips, sucking him as far down as she could. Her fingers stroked the inches she couldn’t fit in her mouth.

  They found a perfect rhythm that had Sloan shamelessly riding Rafe’s face until she was coming. She let his dick slip out of her mouth and she pressed her forehead against his thigh. She came again. It felt like forever between when she stopped trembling and when she could finally register the soft kisses that Rafe was spreading all over her skin. Sloan followed the gentle movement of his hands as he moved her off of him and onto her side of the bed. She could still barely breathe when he climbed back over her, this time with a condom sheathed over his cock.

  He kissed the side of her face, then her cheeks and her lips. She could taste herself on him and that just made her ready for more. His lips moved over her cheek again and his hand gripped her asscheek nice and hard. Sloan arched into his grip, letting out a pathetic moan.

  “Tell me how you want it,” he whispered.

  Sloan leaned up and kissed him on the lips before she rolled onto her stomach. “I want you on top of me.”

  Rafe gave her exactly what she wanted and better than she’d imagined. He moved over her, trapping her thighs between his, pushing her legs together. The pressure squeezed her clit against her swollen, wet lips. With his hand under her hip, he guided her ass up in the air, giving him just enough room to push his cock in nice and deep.

  He moved slowly, dragging his lips over her shoulder as he pumped in and out. Sloan felt weightless, sinking into her sheets. Every pleasure point in her body seemed focused between her legs. Before she realized it, Rafe had become completely still. Sloan was the one doing the moving, fucking herself slow, but hard on his dick, thighs clamped shut, creating the sweetest pressure.

  His lips brushed over her ear. The light touch made her pussy clench around him. “Does that feel good?” he groaned.

  “Mhmm,” was all she could manage, but just admitting it to him, to herself, out loud was enough. She realized then that she’d been holding back with him. Call it the new boyfriend jitters, but now she knew she didn’t have to. She had no clue when it had happened, but she could feel a palpable change. She didn’t have to guard herself, worry about what he might say, or what he might think. With him, she felt safe, free to show him exactly what she wanted and how she really wanted it.

  She let go, soaking up the warmth of his body pressed on top of her and the strokes of his mouth over her skin. She could feel herself on the edge of blacking out from pure pleasure when she arched off the bed, pushing Rafe’s dick out as she squirted all over her sheets. He thrust back inside, sending another tremor through her whole body. Somehow, her body was still craving more. She fucked herself on him more, harder, rougher, until she squirted again. Somewhere in the distance, in the haze of her pulsing orgasm, she heard Rafe let out the sexiest groan. She couldn’t possibly want more, but she did.

  Rafe collapsed on the bed beside her. When Sloan’s eyes finally opened, he reached up and stroked her cheek.

  “Did you come?” she asked.

  Rafe frowned. “Did I come? If we were less responsible, you’d definitely be pregnant.”

  “Oh, well good thing we were careful.”

  Rafe didn’t say anything, he just winked at her. In the few long moments they lay together in silence, there were things she wanted to tell him. Things she wanted to say, sweet things, romantic things, but she kept those confessions to herself. She’d tell him one day, though. Maybe sometime soon. Deep down, she knew there was no stopping it. But for now, she would have to settle for closing the distance between her and her boyfriend, and kissing him on his perfect, soft lips.

  Sloan was extra on edge, but hopefully things would be somewhat sorted out in a few hours. After they got the girls dinner, she and Rafe were going to sit them down and tell them that they had started seeing each other. Sloan may have googled “how to tell your kids you’re dating again” earlier that morning. The constant takeaway was transparency, honesty and listening with an open heart to how your kids were taking the news.

  She suspected they would be on board, but she didn’t want to confuse them and she didn’t want to pressure them into accepting something they weren’t ready for quite yet. She was also anxious to see them. She missed her babies. It didn’t help that she couldn’t hold Rafe’s hand while they were waiting for Addison and Avery in the Alaskan Airlines baggage terminal. She could feel him next to her—a tall, buff ball of his own nervous energy. She almost reached over and looped her arm through his, but caught herself at the last minute.

  “I can’t believe you baked that many cookies.” She’d come home early from her second consult to find Rafe standing in the kitchen, a sweets factory worth of snickerdoodles cooling on the island.

  “I don’t know, I couldn’t sit still. I figure they can bring the leftover four dozen cookies into school tomorrow and you can bring some into the medical center. Have a full on bake sale at one of the nurses’ stations.”

  “Ehhh, I don’t know if I want to set a baked goods precedent. Unless you wanna keep baking for the medical center staff.”

  “I’ll get back to you on that.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

  “I washed your sheets and made your bed.”

  “Oh, thank you.” Sloan checked her smart watch. Their flight was on time. “I have no idea which door they’re coming out of.”

  “They’ve been doing construction here for, like, ten years. Give them thirty or so more and I think they’ll have it right.”

  “I should have brought balloons,” she nudged Rafe and nodded to the two teen girls a few feet away carrying what looked like fifty balloons and a sign for “Jessica”. They were too busy filming each other on their phones to notice that they were getting a few looks themselves.

  “Balloons and stuffed animals next time,” Rafe teased.

  “Oh, I’ll be mom of the year.” Just then, another teen girl came out of a doorway off to the left. She immediately started screaming and running toward her friends. Sloan smiled for less than half a second, before her stomach dropped to the floor. She heard one of her girls absolutely wailing before she could even see her. Sloan was already halfway across the baggage area before she realized she was moving. Avery came through the departure tunnel door first. She was tugging Drew behind her. He had a firm grip on Addison with his other hand. Tears were streaming down her face too, but she was silent.

  “What the hell?” she said under her breath. “Come here, baby.”

  Drew let Avery go and she sprinted into Sloan’s arms. Sloan wiped her face, then looked her over for any apparent injuries. She looked up at her ex-husband. Horrible things didn’t happen in slow motion, they happened fast. So fast that it would take Sloan a while to really process the whole scene. She felt Rafe behind her. Heard Addison say his name as she reached for him with her free hand, but Drew wouldn’t let her go.

  “You son of bitch,” Drew seethed. And then he let go of Addison and lunged for Rafe. Sloan narrowly missed taking a knee to the face as she pulled Avery out of the way. Rafe had the reflexes to dodge the first punch Drew threw. Drew stumbled a half step, but quickly spun around and tried to punch Rafe again. This time, Rafe caught him and put him in a body hold, straining both of Drew’s arms behind his back.

  “I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to relax. Right now,” Rafe said just loud enough for Sloan to hear. Both girls were in her arms, trembling and crying. Drew was looking right at them, but it didn’t seem to matter. He threw his head back
, trying to headbutt Rafe in the nose. He missed again.

  “You think you can come in,” Drew said, “and try to take my fucking kids. Try and take my fucking wife.”

  “Drew! Stop!” Sloan heard herself say, but she could tell nothing she said would stop him. She’d never seen Drew like this before, blood red in the face, nearly foaming at the mouth. He kept struggling against Rafe’s iron hold like he was willing to hurt himself just to hurt Rafe. She had no idea what would get him to stop. Until the airport police showed up.

  Sloan was perfectly still, but inside she felt like every inch of her was quaking. As soon as Rafe saw the officers, he let Drew go, but it took all three cops to get Drew to finally settle down. He thoroughly scared the shit out of the girls who were currently clinging to Sloan, even though their tears has stopped.

  It had taken a few tries, but Sloan was sure she had the gist of the story. Drew had told the girls that he wanted them to move back to Seattle to live with him permanently. When they’d refused, he made a comment about them liking Rafe more than him. Sloan could just hear his tone, backhanded and condescending. Avery told him that was in fact the case and that soon Rafe would be their new daddy, and they wouldn’t need to visit Drew at all. Drew demanded clarification and the girls had some for him. Addison had seen Rafe and Mommy kiss and that meant that Rafe liked Mommy and Mommy liked Rafe.

  Sloan could only picture how Drew had flown off the handle. It was bad enough that he was so pissed that he got on a plane. Sloan tried not to picture what would have happened if Rafe had shown up to the airport to get the girls by himself. Or worse, if Drew had shown up at the house.

  Two older women and a man a little older than Sloan had come to check on them, asking if they were okay. The three teen girls stayed and one of them had recorded the whole thing. One of the women was still hanging around with her husband. They didn’t say anything else, but Sloan appreciated the silent support.

  The officers took Drew somewhere and separated her and Rafe in the terminal so they could question them both. They were done speaking with Sloan, but two cops were still talking to Rafe a few baggage carousels away.