One Hot Momma (10 page)

Rafe
knew the moment her body took over, the moment she stopped thinking about what was right or wrong, and started thinking about what she wanted. It did him good to know she had not been oblivious through all the oral sex, and now she was ready to tear him apart; the only problem was that she could. He was vulnerable to her both physically and mentally right now.

She nibbled his lower lip as he slid his left hand down and into the back of her panties. He tried to get them off her, but she wouldn’t budge. He didn’t want to rip them, but she was rocking her hips against him and making him blind with lust.

Layla
had lost her mind, she decided, as she pressed her bra-covered nipples against his chest and slid a hand between them to shift her panties before he tore them. It was bad enough he was tugging with one hand, but as the
casted
hand moved from the tub, she knew she had to take action or there would be some serious explaining to do. “Put that hand back on the tub, mister.”

He did so immediately.
“If you would just take them off.”

She tried. She pulled at one side, but then
Rafe
pulled at the other, and the seam gave way. “Satisfied?”

“Almost,” he said and then pulled her close again. “Let me in.”

He then kissed her lips and she complied.
Layla
pulled her panties from in between them. Her hand slid down to give him access. Her hips lifted and adjusted over him. Without thinking of anything other than the need to have what she wanted, she slid down his length. He pulled away from her mouth to get air.

She gasped as his lips returned to her neck and her body adjusted to his size. Against her neck he whispered, “Can you come like this?”

“I… I don’t know.” It was an honest answer. She didn’t care if she could come, at the moment, having him inside her, being this close to him was enough.

“You can’t imagine how good you feel,” he continued. “Every day when you come in, every day since the first time you wrapped your mouth around me I wanted you to do this.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” She was being entirely too honest now.

“You would have...”

“Yes,” she said as she slid up and down his length again, relishing the feel of him, the water around them, massaging their bodies as if there were more hands than normal.

His left hand stroked up her back over her bra strap and then pulled down on her shoulder as he lifted his hips against her. He raised and lowered his right hand several times wanting to use it then remembering he couldn’t. “Rub your clit.”

“What?” She was breathless. The tub was beginning to make her knees ache, and
Rafe
was lifting into her sure to cause him pain later if it wasn’t already hurting him now.

“I can’t touch it with my other hand, so you have to do it. Trust me.”

Rafe
kissed her lips as she slid her hand between them and rubbed. Within a matter of seconds, she needed no more encouragement. She was chasing the feeling on her own, riding him with abandon, moving her hips to her own rhythm and calling out his name. He
was loving
every second of it; even if he would be sore later, it was worth this moment now.

Layla
made a distinct expression when she came. Her teeth bit down on her lower lip, her eyebrows drew closer together, and her cheeks and chest flushed with color. It was enough to make him want to say stupid things all over again, but he wouldn’t. Instead, he tried to focus on not coming.

When her body went limp, he turned the jets off. “Up. You gotta get up.”

“I’m sorry,” she said and moved quickly. “Did I hurt you? Of course, I hurt you.
Rafe
, how could you let me do this?”

“It wasn’t easy.” He laid his head back again. He was hard and his self-control was wearing thin.

Layla
stepped out of the tub and found her glasses. After putting them on, removing her wet bra, and wrapping in a towel she turned to see him standing in the tub, soaking wet and hard as ever.
“
Rafe
!
Again?”

He chuckled. “No, not again, this is still the first one. Hand me a towel, will
ya
?”

“But…” She grabbed the towel and helped him wrap it around himself. He was more insistent these days on doing things himself.

“No condom.” He sighed. “I didn’t want to take advantage of your… moment of passion.”

She frowned at him. “I’m on birth control. I got my shot when we first got out here. I wasn’t expecting to… but…”

“Really?”
He seemed more interested than she expected. “Help me out.”

She let him hold her for balance, and he put his good leg out first then his right one. “Do you want me to…?”

“Come on. You have a few minutes, and it won’t take that long, trust me.” He tugged her hand.

She followed behind him as he went right back to bed and opened the towel. “
Rafe
, I wasn’t expecting to do that in there… I know how you feel about me, and I don’t want to get confused.”

“How do I feel about you?” he asked.

“You’re mad. You don’t like me much, but I’m here so sex is something to… distract you.” She rubbed her temples as her glasses slid down her nose.

“I was mad. I’m not… mad anymore, so come here and distract me.” He held out his
casted
hand. He had removed the plastic somewhere along the line. “Or do I not distract you?”

“You’ve always distracted me.” She stepped toward him and touched the
uncasted
part of his fingers.

It was too easy to take off the towel and climb in bed with him. She knew it would change things, again, but she didn’t know what he wanted from her other than a distraction. He was careful not to admit how he felt though he said he wasn’t mad.

“We’re on the clock,” he reminded her.

She looked at the clock next to his bed and realized she needed to leave soon. “Then let’s get to it.”

She straddled him again except this time he was laying flat, and was clearly enjoying his relaxed position. He touched her nipples, and sparks arched through her body making her wet again. A fresh heat surged as she positioned him. He was watching her, and she was never more self-conscious in her life than in that moment. Then he whispered, “You’re beautiful,
Layla
.”

Her body warmed at his words and at his entry. Feeling him, flesh to flesh was so much more intense than anything she had ever imagined. At first, she was moving straight up and down.
Rafe
tugged and tweaked her nipples, and fresh arcs of pleasure shot through her as he did. As she grew more restless, as her body desired more, she leaned over to be closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her, cast and all and held her closer. Their lips met and their tongues danced. How could she ever get enough of him? He was like a drug, and she was already addicted. “
Rafe
,” she called as her body responded to the mental thoughts and physical pleasures.

“I’m almost there.” He groaned. “I can feel it. I can feel you tightening up. I love it when you come,
Layla
. Come with me… come with… oh God yes.”

* * *

October

Rafe
finally thought about checking his accounts to make sure his bills were still getting paid and to be able to consider some new purchases he had in mind. Unfortunately, what he found was that money continued to go out on time, but no money was coming in.
Layla
had left to get the kids from school and aside from the cast, and an occasional throbbing ankle,
Rafe
was fine. He walked over to Jack’s house to address the issue of his paycheck with Jack’s wife Bethany since she handled the payroll.
“Hey there.”

“Good to see you out of the house for a change.” Bethany smiled at him then went back to typing. Once she finished, she turned to him and gave her full attention. “What’s up?”

“I’m not getting paid.” He took a seat and could have sworn she smiled.

With a more stern expression, she explained, “You quit, remember?”

“But.”
It took a few minutes for it to register.

“But what?
Heath had me take you off payroll that night you stormed out of here.
So what, Rodeo not paying like you thought it would?”
Her eyes glared at him.

“B, you too?
Is everyone against me?” He sighed. “What do I have to do to be re-employed at my home?”

“Well, the only person employed at your home is
Layla
, and apparently you are ready to come back to work, which means that she is no longer needed to work.” He knew she spun away from him to hide her face.

“Is it like that?” he asked.

“For now it is,” she replied stiffly. “So it’s me or
Layla
?”

“I’d rather not choose,” she said and turned back to face him.

“Pregnancy is making you mean.” He crossed his arms and looked at Jack’s pretty little wife. Bethany was all business and balls; she always had been.

“Rejection is making you stupid,” she quipped.

It stung like hell to hear it. “So, why can’t
Layla
and I both be on the payroll? Enlighten me since I am so stupid.”

“Well, you may be coming around after all.” She smiled a half smile at him. “If I take
Layla
off the payroll, she will have to find another job. It is practically winter, and I doubt she will stay on here unless you have done something to make her feel like you want her, and them, right where they are. I don’t think you have had enough time to convince her.”

“So, you want
Layla
to stay?” He snorted.

“Yes. We all want
Layla
to stay, even Jan. She likes being an aunt. And unless you have a bottle of tequila or years of history with each other, I don’t see this relationship, much less marriage happening, other than the old-fashioned way. You have to work for it.” Then a frown pulled her pretty lips down.
“Unless you no longer want her.”

“You know me better than that,” he said quietly.

She smiled again. “Good. So unless you need a loan or something…”

“I’m fine. I have money saved up. I just had something else in mind.” He nodded. Bethany was right. He couldn’t do this the easy way. She was also right in that if he had the means of following through on his plan, it would make things worse not better. He wanted to improve their travel situation, yet a new car would send
Layla
back in a defensive position.

“Will you tell me what you were up to?” She was interested.

“I don’t know. How many tomatoes do you have downstairs?” He wiggled his eyebrows and she got up. It was just a tomato with cheese and basil, but man it was good, and Bethany always made them for him. She had a way of making people feel special, even him.

* * *

“You like being an aunt, right?” he asked Jan as she entered the kitchen. She looked a little taken aback at the question.

“I like the kids. They’re cute.” She nodded.

“Fridays are movie night. We always watch a movie and eat popcorn and some sort of junk food.”

“Yeah, so?”
Jan crossed her arms and leaned against the counter.

“Buck has duty tonight, right?”

“Get to the point,
Rafe
.” She rolled her hand as if she could pull it out of him with the motion.

“Will you watch the kids tonight?” he blurted.

She hedged. “Well, I don’t know. I mean I’d have to ask Lucky to take my shift with the horses, and…”

“Lucky? Since when did Lucky let out or bring in the horses around here?” He hadn’t heard about that.

“Since we needed a cowboy who knew the land and the trails to take our guests on.
You think Heath is going to trail out for three days with a group of tourists to show them how to rough it while Chance is pregnant?” She scowled at him. “Do you have any idea what this is like for me? Thankfully, he spends more time away from the ranch than on it. Buck has all but pissed a ring around our house. You know their friendship ended badly, and you know how close I used to be to Lucky. This is hard for me. I have to choose Buck because he’s my husband, but when I don’t know why they were fighting in the first place or how it came to this, I don’t know how to justify not talking to a man I’ve known all my life.”

“Is there anything else I don’t know?” He was irritated now. How had they kept everything from him so easily? Of course,
Layla
didn’t know the ranch hands from anyone else. So many people were in and out now, and they probably kept her on a need to know basis in addition to the fact that she spent most of her time there with him.

“You don’t get paid anymore. Did you know that?” She made a face that was somewhere between an apology and a smirk.

“Yeah, I found that out today. Look if you’ll watch the kids, I’ll ask Lucky to cover your shift tonight, deal?” He hoped he looked pleading enough. Jan threw her hands in the air, and he knew she was going to do it. “Thank you.
And very ladylike agreement by the way.”