One Hot Momma (13 page)

Rafe
sat on the edge of his bed and watched her sip the soup he had made. She was keeping liquids down now. “You amaze me.”

“It’s soup.” She lifted an eyebrow and looked at him. Of course, she had no idea what he was talking about.

“I mean you did everything while I was in bed, and I had no idea what all that entailed. I mean I knew what the kids were like in the morning before school, or when they got home, but day in and day out all day without you has opened my eyes to a whole new side of them.” He watched her face slowly fade to a frown. “What’s wrong?”

“You don’t want us here?” Her eyes were so sad he wanted to lean in and kiss her face all over and tell her he wanted them there now and forever.

“Of course I want you here. I was just trying to tell you I’m exhausted. They are kicking my ass, and I had no idea how much you did when I was out of it. That’s all. I’m just trying to tell you…” He thought for a few moments, gathered his words. “I just want you to know that I understand now, and I appreciate everything you did. I had no idea.”

A bit of sparkle came into her sapphire blue eyes and she smiled.

* * *

Crazy.
She decided the man’s mission in life was now to drive her crazy.
Rafe
had started doing work around the ranch again.
Layla
contented herself with tailoring clothes and personalizing them, not just for Bethany, Chance, and Jan, oh no, she was now a regular tailor in the area, except she was more creative. Bethany had agreed to give her half of the salary instead of the full salary.
Layla
just didn’t feel right taking the money when
Rafe
was almost as good as new again.

“
Rafe
,” she scolded him as his fingertip just so happened to trace the line of her spine while she did the dishes. They had been going out every other weekend when Buck had duty. Jan had a blast with the children, and they adored her.
Rafe
made it his mission to torture
Layla
all week long; day in and day out. Then when they went out, he was the perfect gentleman. “You’re going to keep doing that and then…”

“What?” He smiled in triumph. They had agreed it was too risky to do anything with the children home, even tucked away in bed and fast asleep.
Layla
reasoned she wouldn’t want to leave his bed if she were there at night, and they both agreed that was not the relationship they wanted the children thinking it was okay to have. It was complicated. More complicated than either of them expected things to be.

“We have an agreement.” She turned to face him. It was rare they had any time alone. Now that
Rafe
worked, she didn’t see him in the day. Sometimes she was in the loft where she had set up all of her sewing equipment and fabrics until the late hours of night. Though he would
come
sit and talk with her, she was working, and he knew how important the work was, so he didn’t tease her then.
But now...

“Yes.” He nodded and then tugged her into his arms. She stepped closer and let him hug her. “I know we do.”

“So why do you do this to me?” She looked up as he looked down.

“Do what?” He bit down on his lower lip and let it out slowly.

“You are always touching me, and then when we go out, you don’t… you know.”

“Well then, when we go out this weekend, I will… you know.” He leaned in and kissed her. She opened her mouth and accepted his tongue. Her leg lifted and wrapped around his. Her arms clung to his back, and though he had a boner the size of Texas, she knew they were not going to have sex.

When he let her go, it was too soon. She frowned up at him.

“Night,
Layla
.”

“Night,
Rafe
.”

And so, they went in opposite directions again.

* * *

“So this is the big move?”
Layla
was going to tear his clothes off when they got back in the truck. She was sick of going to the movies, going out to dinner, and not getting naked. If this was a game, he was winning.

“You don’t want to see this movie?” He smiled with his eyes full of mischievous delight.

“This movie is supposed to suck. There are like eight people in here including us.” She followed him into the practically deserted theatre. They could have sat anywhere, but
Rafe
took them down a side row, stopped at the middle seats while everyone else was in front of them seated in the center seating section. “Why are we sitting in the nose bleed section?’

“You’ll see.” He took his seat next to her.

Layla
was beyond frustrated. As the lights went down, she was aware of him instantly. The light from the film reflected gently on them. Everyone was watching the movie. She turned her attention to the movie as the theater went completely dark except for the screen. It was then she realized something.
Rafe
had insisted she wear her jean skirt. It was chilly out. Hell, it had snowed, but the theater was a nice warm temperature, and as his fingers slipped over her kneecap, she began to feel a bit hot.

“
Rafe
,” she whispered.

“
Shh
. Watch the movie.” He didn’t look at her, but his hand slid farther up her leg.

Layla
wasn’t sure if it was a conscious decision she made as her legs parted enough for his hand to reach her panties. They were in a public place. At any minute anyone could walk in, walk past, or catch them. She realized why he chose this movie. His thumb stroked her gently over the cotton panties, and it wasn’t long before she was wet enough he could feel it.

He stroked and stroked, slow, constant, tirelessly. She was ready to climb out of her skin by the midpoint of the movie. She couldn’t tell anyone what had happened so far. She made a move to return the favor, but he wouldn’t allow it.

“I’m watching this,” he said.

She gripped the armrests and tried to resist his touch. It was useless. The constant stroke had turned her into a bundle of nerves. She needed to come in the worst way. Then he slid his fingers under her panties, and the moment his skin touched her clit she broke in convulsive waves. She tried to stifle the moan but failed. He pressed into her with one long finger and held there as she pulsed around him.

She was burning up in that theatre now. The movie was ending, and
Rafe
turned to look at her. He pulled his hand away from her sensitive flesh then pushed the finger he had in her pussy past his lips and then pulled it out. “You taste amazing,
Layla
.”

It was all she could do to keep her eyes open. Her legs twitched, her pulse throbbed, and so did her clit.

“
Rafe
,” It was a breathless plea.

“You ready to go?” He stood as the lights came up. He was hard, that was for sure.

Layla
stood on wobbly legs as he escorted her to the truck. Once inside she was determined to get more. She wanted to taste him. She wanted him to taste her, and not just one lick. She was wanton, reckless. As he pulled down the long road toward the ranch, she took action.

“Go to the lake.” She sounded more demanding than not.

“It’s late. We should probably head home.” He bit his lip, and she knew he was testing her.

Layla
slid her hand up his thigh and over his crotch. The man was as hard as an ancient boulder. He needed relief and she needed more. “
Rafe
, take me to the lake.”

“You plan on swimming? I mean it might have a layer of… oh,
mmmm
, okay, we’ll go to the lake.”

The moment she had her bare hand around him he became much more agreeable.

Layla
stroked his shaft as he pulled down the road leading to the lake. Once they were there and he had stopped the truck, she wasted no time in bending over to consume him in her mouth.
Rafe
tasted amazing. She pushed farther down on him than she thought possible, and he let out a groan of approval. She could feel him growing impossibly harder and then she pulled back and sat up.

“Where are you going?” he said breathless.

“Right here.”
She wiggled her way between him and the steering wheel. He let the seat release and slide back giving them more space. As she lifted to give him access to her, she bumped her head on the ceiling. “Ouch.”

“Careful,” he whispered and then groaned as she sat down on him.

Layla
sat there for a moment with
Rafe
completely inside of her. She looked at him, and he looked at her. They both held back words of devotion. “Make it last,
Rafe
.”

“Easy for you to say.”
He let out a strangled breath as she began riding him.

Almost fully clothed they were getting hot and fast. The windows fogged up, and
Layla
hit her head once more on the ceiling. “Fuck, it is getting hot in here.”

“Take off your shirt.” He tried to work it up and over her head as she moved faster, lifted quicker, and sat down harder. “Oh, fuck it. Fuck me. Ride me hard and fast,
Layla
. Make me come.”

She obliged him.
Layla
lifted and pressed down on him driving him deep, right into her soul. She was in love with
Rafe
, and making love with
Rafe
only made those bonds stronger. She would have to make a decision. If he didn’t propose again soon, she would simply have to do it herself. “You feel so fucking
good
,
Rafe
.”

“Yeah?
Good enough to make you come?” He slid a hand between them and stroked her clit in the way he now knew toppled her almost instantly.

She didn’t answer in coherent words.

* * *

Halloween…

Trick-or-Treating was out of the question since they didn’t actually have real neighbors and the temporary ones in the guest cabins were not there to be trick-or-treated. The ranch did provide a costume ball in Momma’s Kitchen and most of the guests attended along with other locals who didn’t have neighbors but had children.

“Who are you supposed to be?” Heath snorted as he asked.

“I hope you have a son, so you know what this is like.”
Rafe
watched his older brother choke on a sip of tea at the realization. “I happen to be Batman, though I did talk him into letting me come as Bruce Wayne, and Brice of course is Robin.”

Heath followed
Rafe’s
gaze and pointed finger to the crowd of children where Brice and Savannah readied themselves for a three-legged race.

“So who is she?” Heath asked with genuine interest now.

“Savannah is Dorothy, and
Layla
—”
Rafe
pointed across to where
Layla
and Jan stood together. “—is Glenda the good witch.”

“You know that woman looks better every time I see her. I’m beginning to see why you held out so long, little brother.” Heath smacked him on the back and walked off toward Chance who entered with an amazing cake she had created to look like a haunted house with ghosts, monsters, and the like all around and inside of it.

Rafe
looked around the large room and smiled. Life was pretty good at this moment, especially since Glenda the good witch was heading his way.

November

“So, where are we off to?” She looked at him, and the moment he faced her heat filled the truck cabin and electricity crackled on the air between them.

“That depends.” He started up the truck and waited.

“On?” She laughed.

“We can go to the movies, dinner, dancing, or any other place we have gone before and do things we have done before.” He licked his lips, and his voice dropped slightly lower. “Or we can head back to one of the guest cabins and pretend we don’t live
here,
and…”

“Let’s go.” She nodded. Her insides were already warming as anticipation threatened to make her do something stupid right there in the driveway.

They drove well back into the section of the ranch dedicated to guest cabins. Far away from the rest were a few set far apart from each other.

“Why are they so far apart?” she asked as he pulled down the drive to one.

“They’re for… I don’t want to get in trouble for saying it, or scare you, or mess this night up.” He frowned as he looked straight ahead out the window.

“Are they here for sex?” She gasped.

He chuckled. “Not by the hour if that’s what you’re asking. But there are times in peoples lives they might want more privacy.”

“Oh.” She understood now. They were for honeymooners or people on their anniversary and certainly for those who may need to express themselves a bit louder and enthusiastic on vacation than others. “Does anyone know we are coming here?”

“What do you mean by anyone?” he asked and she knew someone did.

“Like your family?” She was not going to go in if he said yes, no way,
nu
-uh.

“No.” He shook his head. “No one in my family knows we are here.”

“So who?”

“Lucky. I had to get a key somehow, so I had him tell them he wanted a place to stay, and then asked him to stock the fridge with some things. If it makes you feel any better, he is going to keep the key, so he does have a place if he needs it. These won’t get as much rental time in the winter.” He looked at her, and his eyes softened, pleaded. “You can change your mind you know.”

“No.” She decided. “I can’t.”

“So where do you want to go?” He let out a frustrated and disappointed breath.

Layla
bit her lower lip; he misunderstood. “I mean I can’t change my mind about being here with you.”

Rafe
was out of the truck and around to her door before she could reach the handle. Unable to stop him, unable to control herself,
Layla
accepted his lips against her own. They pulled each other closer, lining their body up to rub and touch in all the right places. The cool air made steam roll off their bodies.
Rafe
was the one to pull back; she was impressed with his self-control.

“We have to get inside.” He was as breathless as she was.

Layla
nodded and sucked in another full breath. The cool crisp air brought little relief.

His fingers trembled as he put the key in the lock. “I gotta tell you I haven’t been this… I don’t know I have ever been this wound up.”

His revelation both surprised her and empowered her. If he was as anxious as she was, this would be over in minutes. She laughed in thought as they entered the cabin. Too focused on the need to touch him, she didn’t pay any attention to the surroundings. Her coat dropped to the floor.

He locked the door and shrugged out of his jacket as he moved closer to her.

“
Rafe
,” she pleaded.

He wrapped her in his large arms and held her close a moment, his lips tender and insistent against hers. She began unbuttoning his shirt. He slid his hands under her top and released her bra.
Rafe
with two hands was definitely better than
Rafe
with one.

His lips moved down her neck as her shirt and bra were pulled over her head. She was half undressed, yet he still had a ways to go to get naked. Giving up on the shirt, she undid his belt buckle.

He laughed and helped her by removing his shirt then toeing off each of his shoes. She kicked hers off and started to unfasten her pants.

“Wait.” He put a hand over hers. “I’m getting there.”

He then stepped out of his jeans and boxers and stood gloriously before her naked except for his socks.

She smiled as she looked at them.

He laughed then stepped one foot over and pulled out of the socks one at a time, too. When he looked at her, she registered the hunger in his eyes.

Her hands gripped warm flesh as he unfastened her jeans. She took her time rubbing over his shoulders, his chest, his stomach, and his thighs. She touched him everywhere around his cock, but she didn’t touch it.

His mouth moved over her collarbone and down to her left breast where he licked then sucked her nipple. She gasped as the shocks of electricity jolted her inside.
Rafe
slid her pants down and slid farther down her stomach as she stepped out of them. He was on his knees rubbing his nose across her abdomen, his hands over her thighs. He too was being careful not to touch the place she wanted to be touched the most.

As easily as he kneeled before her, he made his way back up and treated her right nipple to the same mind numbing sensations.

When his mouth touched hers again, it was like turning over the ignition in a car. She revved up a notch and was ready to go.

He walked them backward until her legs felt the bed against them. She sat down and he moved with her. They had found ways to have sex, to touch, to taste, and feel each other in the small spaces and for the limited times they could steal. Now, it was as if they had freedom, a closed door, and a soft bed to play in.

At the foot of the bed, she let him press her backward with one hand as he slid his other between her legs. “I have been dying to taste you again. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would crave a woman’s skin the way I do yours.”

She started to say something but lost all coherent thought as his fingers parted her vaginal lips, and his tongue swept up one side then down the other. Her legs trembled as her back arched.
Rafe
explored and tested; he teased her clit then withdrew to lick her folds again.

“
Rafe
, I need…”

He pushed two fingers into her, and she could feel herself losing control. Her brain was checking out; her instincts taking over. The pleasure of his mouth, his fingers as they pushed in and out of her pussy, made her reckless. “Fuck me,
Rafe
, please.”

He pressed a third finger into her, and she could feel the stretch, the thickness. Then he was gone. Her legs shook and her eyes opened.

“Scoot up on the bed.” She turned to crawl on the bed, and he gripped her hip with one hand before she could get too far. “Stay like that.”

“
Rafe
?” she questioned then knew what he was doing as the head of his cock nudged against her pussy.

“Spread your legs just… right there.” He slid into her slowly. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers sinking into her flesh as he pulled her against his thrust. “Be still.”

She tried to comply, but her body had a mind of its own. Inside she was clenching, gripping him, and trying to get him to move.

“You’re moving,
Layla
.” He let out an exasperated laugh. “I can feel it each time you do that. I’m trying not to lose control here, sweetheart, but…”

“Fuck control.” She bucked against him driving him deeper.
“Move,
Rafe
, move.”

“Tell me if it hurts,” he said and then began moving.

Slow at first, but then quicker, longer strokes in and out.
Faster.
Harder.
Deeper.

“
Layla
?” he gasped as he said her name and pounded into her.

“Harder,” she gasped as he pulled her back harder and thrust forward. She knew he was all the way in when he began hitting against her cervix. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain. “God, you feel so good.”

“
Shhh
,” he hissed.

She smiled wickedly and knew he was turned on and losing control by her words. “Your cock is so big,
Rafe
, I love the way it feels inside me. You’re so fucking good.”

“You...” His words died with a long groan of satisfaction as he emptied inside of her. His body twitched and jerked forward as the orgasm seemed to linger. Once he finally settled down, he ran his hands up her back and tugged gently at her hair. “Hey.”

“Hmm?”
Layla
slowly rocked against him again as she turned to look over her shoulder.

“Turn over.” He shook his head. “That was too soon. I was trying to hold out.”

“I know.” She groaned a sigh of pleasure as she pulled forward and then rolled over to face him. “I didn’t want you to hold back. I don’t want to hold back either.”

“Did you?” He lifted a brow.

“No.” She shook her head. “I didn’t.”

“Unacceptable.” He bit his lower lip. “Why don’t you show me how you do it? I might learn something.”

She could feel her eyes widen. He wanted her to touch herself. His eyes were heavy, a challenge clear in them, and his right hand whether he was aware of it or not, had already found its way to his penis. Watching him grip himself, stroke, tug, made her clit tickle and her nipples ache.

“Fine.”
Layla
slid a hand between her legs and laid her head back.
I can do it. I can do it.
In a minute, she could touch herself without thinking about what she was doing. Instead, she focused on what he was doing and the rest came naturally.

Rafe
shuddered as she slid her hand between her legs and began to touch herself. He needed a minute between sessions.
A chance to recuperate.
She was helping him recover faster than he thought possible. He became aware of the fact he was holding a decent grip on his dick when she finally looked up again and stared at him. Conscious of his actions he realized how it might take a minute to do what he asked. “Need help?”

“Do you?”
Layla
licked her lips, and he thought of the times she had sucked him off.

“Yes.” He felt the curve of his lip as it turned to a smile. “But I asked you first.”

“Yes.” She nodded. Her face was flushed, her chest. She was climbing that peak alone. He looked at her fingers. He wanted to taste her again. He thought about the fact he had just been there and what he left behind. As
Layla
said yes once more, he decided he didn’t care. It was his, and she had tasted it, and they had kissed, and surely she would be getting a taste of them both in a minute.

He bent to lick her pussy. Letting go of his cock he focused on her clit as she held it between two fingers for him. Having her fingers there to lick in addition to the blade of her clit turned him on more. He pushed two fingers inside of her, and by the second thrust, she was calling his name and pulling his hair as she tried to get him closer. He decided to suck her clit to see what it did.

It broke her. She cried out; her walls pulsed around his fingers, and her hips bucked against his lips and his fingers. This was freedom. This was what he always thought sex could be like. As he pushed himself upright, he crawled over her and thrust inside again. She wrapped her legs around his hips and arched to meet him. His mouth found hers, and without restraint, she kissed him. She pulled him closer. He found it difficult to be gentle. He wanted to take her over in every way known to man.

They broke the kiss, so they could breathe again. He pushed against her. He couldn’t get enough, not fast enough, not deep enough, not hard enough, there was always more. He wanted more and more of her. Having sex with
Layla
should have sated him, but instead it made him insatiable.

Her teeth bit into his shoulder, and her body shook with another orgasm. A confident smile broke across his lips, and he pushed her for one more. One more and he would let himself go again.

* * *

Layla
lay red-faced looking at the mark on his shoulder. She had bit him, again. “Am I part dog or vampire?”

“No.” He snorted. “You just get excited. I don’t mind really. It doesn’t hurt when you do it. It hurts now, but it didn’t when you bit me, if that makes any sense.”

“Do you want to bite me? To make up for it I mean?”

“Do you want me to bite you?” His brow raised in question.

“No.” She shook her head for emphasis.

“I know another way you can make up for it.”
Rafe
tucked a blonde lock behind her ear.

“Already, wow, I…”

He laughed. “No. I need to eat. You have used all of my energy reserves, so if there is more to
give,
it will be a few hours from now. I think.”

“Hmmm.
What do you want to eat?”
Layla
took a moment to really appreciate the man next to her. She knew
Rafe
now. Not like before when she knew what kind of father he would make for the kids. Now she had no doubt what kind of man he would make for her.