Page 30 of Property of Rio

Kissing him is both unique and the same every time, and as I swipe my tongue across his bottom lip, I sigh when he opens and touches the tip of his to mine. Long, glorious minutes are spent exploring his mouth. He always has a minty flavor, but tonight, it’s more. I know he was drinking beer, but I also taste the smoky hints of the whiskey he enjoys on occasion. It’s heady and makes me realize that as far as Rafe is concerned, he’s always been the one for me.

Even when I was a little girl and had no clue how important boys would be once I was older. He was my best friend, my confidante, the one who’s always made me feel safe and protected. While our kiss continues, memories of our relationship flit through my brain, and it dawns on me that even though he was a few years older, every good thing that’s ever happened in my life has him at the center of it.

“Rafe,” I murmur against his lips. “You don’t have to say it back, but you need to know that I’ve loved you for a very long time. I think every connotation of the word espouses our relationship, from our friendship to now. I trust you implicitly and know you’ll always keep me safe.”

He gives me a passionate look that has me swooning. His feelings are displayed on his face, and I shiver from the intensity of it.

SEVENTEEN

Isla

“Issy,” he growls, “you’ve been the center of my universe since we were kids, babe. I love you so fucking much it physically hurt the day Starlight showed up at the front gates without you on her back. The whole club could’ve come crashing down and I wouldn’t have cared as long as I found you and you were safe.”

“I knew you’d find me, eventually,” I admit. “As many times as we’ve ridden all through the property with Starlight, I knew if nothing else, her stomach would guide her.”

He chuckles while nodding. “Yeah, she is definitely food driven, but so is Gazer.”

“It’s how I trained them,” I reply, shrugging. “Now, where were we?” I ask. The growl that emanates from his chest has my core clenching in wanton need, and I find myself writhing against him in an open invitation to keep going.

Before I can comprehend it, he has my shirt up and over my head then tossed to the floor. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he asserts,his hands now cupping my breasts as his thumbs graze my distended nipples. “Absolutely perfect.”

My face heats up at the tone in his voice as he reverently plumps them before he slides the straps down my arms until my flesh is exposed to his gaze. As my nipples tighten in anticipation, I focus on the way his stare darkens before he lowers his mouth to engulf one of my taut nipples, which is like a straight electrical shot to my clit if the dampness I’m currently feeling is any indication.

“Rafe,” I plead, not really sure what I’m asking for, but I instinctively know he’ll figure it out.

“Patience, grasshopper,” he murmurs against my flesh before he switches sides.

Over and over, he moves back and forth until my breasts are so heavy and swollen and my nipples are so red and turgid, I’m panting in longing. “You’re killing me, Rafe,” I grumble, which has him chuckling.

He leans his lower body against me, and I feel the evidence of his own desire pressed hot and heavy on my abdomen, which has me pushing my core along his thigh in an effort to get some pressure on my clit. “Same, babe,” he replies. “Ready for more?”

“Definitely,” I purr, eager to move things along. It feels as though we’ve been waiting forever at this point.

Although in reality, it likely has more to do with the fact that ever since I came back, I’ve been wrapped in Rafe’s arms every night as we sleep. He’s a cuddler, which doesn’t bother me at all since I am as well. So, that means I’ve felt his morning wood pressed against my ass as he spooned me since my nightclothes are a far thinner material than my jeans.

Before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, the rest of my clothes have joined my shirt on the floor, and I’m bare to Rafe’s heated gaze. “Fuck me,” he declares, his eyes roaming from the top of my head to my splayed thighs, since he shifted to sitting back on his haunches by my knees. Instead of shrinking back, I revel in this newfound power I apparently have over him. “Better than I dreamed,” he continues, reaching out and running one finger down the middle of my chest.

“I can’t wait to say the same,” I deadpan, seeing as he’s still fully clothed except for his boots, which he must’ve kicked off when I wasn’t paying attention.

“Trust me, if I strip down right now, I’ll embarrass the fuck out of myself and this’ll be done before it even gets fully started,” he retorts. “Remember, Issy, if I do anything you don’t like, just say the word.”

He moves down my body, so he’s centered between my thighs, his broad shoulders stretching my muscles even further. It’s a good thing I’m physically fitandride horses, because my legs are used to being wide open the way they are right now. All thought escapes me, however, when he slides his tongue through the lips of my pussy before circling my clit.

“Holy shit,” I wheeze out as my hands grip his hair and press him closer. I feel the shudders of his body and know he’s laughing at my reaction, but he never stops his actions. The wet sounds should shock me, but I’ve watched a few porn flicks so I know sex can be noisy and messy. When he slides his index finger into my sheath, my back arches in surprise at the sensations that are multiplying at an alarming rate.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Rafe declares as he adds a second finger into my folds, which has my eyes crossing.

While I know my hymen tore years ago thanks to all the years of riding horses, there’s never been anything bigger than a tampon inside of me, so his fingers feel wonderful and exhilarating and scary at the same time.

“You’re gonna strangle my dick, Issy, but in a fucking awesome way.”

“If you say so,” I start to say before I end up keening when he hits what is apparently my G-spot. “Rafe, hit that spot again, please?”

He smirks up at me, nods, then lowers his face to start licking on me again while he deliciously tortures me with his fingers, until I’m mewling and moaning in bliss as my hips buck upward to meet his thrusts.

“You going to come on my fingers and tongue, Issy?” he questions as he purrs. The added vibration is just enough to send me skyrocketing over the edge as I scream out his name until I’m hoarse. He keeps moving as he brings me down slowly until I finally manage to open my eyes and stare at him in wonder.

“So, that’s what all the fuss is about,” I manage to squeak out as he moves up my body until his erect dick is pressed against my entrance.

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