Page 31 of Property of Rio

“It gets better, babe,” he promises, notching the head and slowly entering me one excruciating inch at a time. There’s a sense of almost overwhelming fullness but no true pain. He finally bottoms out and my pussy spasms around his length, causing him to moan. “Keep that up and it’ll be over a lot sooner than anticipated and my man cred will be ruined forever.”

I giggle because he sounds so serious, but I honestly couldn’t help it. “Sorry, Rafe,” I whisper.

“No, you’re not, you minx,” he replies as he begins to move.

And suddenly, despite this being the first time I’ve ever done this, my legs are wrapping themselves around his waist as I lift my hips to meet his powerful thrusts. When he adds a swivel as he bottoms out, my clit is stimulated and soon, I’m climbing the mountain of nirvana once again, spiraling toward a release that promises to be every bit as epic and overwhelming as the first one. My pussy starts to flutter and when his lips pull a swollen nipple into his mouth, I scream out his name as I soar into the stratosphere. Three thrusts later and Rafe is joining me, his harsh grunts music to my ears.

He collapses on me then quickly rolls so I’m on top, still connected to him as the aftershocks course through me. Raising his hand, he pushes my hair back, then pulls my face down then kisses me. “Fuck, Issy, better than I ever dreamed it could be,” he says against my lips as my forehead rests against his.

“Having nothing to compare it to, I can honestly say it was the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I admit, my breath still coming out in puffed pants. We’re both sweaty and sated, and all I want to do now is take a nap.

“I wore my woman out,” he gloats, preening like a peacock. “Let me clean you up then we’ll rest before round two.”

Despite the heaviness of my body after the powerful orgasms I just experienced, my desire perks up hearing the words ‘round two’. Still, I nod, eager to be wrapped around himnakednow that we’ve broken that self-imposed seal he put in place.

Over and over throughout the afternoon and into the night, we reach for each other, and I soon learn that where sex is concerned, Rafe is a very attentive and thorough lover. Not that I expected anything less from him if I’m being totally honest with myself. Now, we’re soaking in the tub because he thinks I’ll be sore otherwise. Since I’m in his arms, I don’t particularly care, but I secretly revel in the fact that he’s so focused on caring for me like this.

“I’m gonna run down and rustle up something for us to eat,” he says once we’re standing on the bathmat. He carefully dries me then himself before he picks me up then carries me back to the bed where he gently places me in the middle.

“It’s like, three in the morning, Rafe,” I remind him.

“We didn’t eat dinner and you may be able to go long periods of time without sustenance, but I need to replenish what we’ve burned off,” he replies, winking at me. Just as I’m about to say something, my stomach growls, causing him to burst into laughter. “Good to know you’re human after all,” he teases.

I roll my eyes and retort, “Whatever. I guess I can eat.”

While I wait, I cover up and allow my mind to drift back over the last few pleasurable hours. I am slightly sore, but the hot soak bath in Epsom salts helped with the tenderness tremendously. A yawn bursts free and I realize that once we eat, I’m going to need longer than an hour to recuperate.

As another escapes, Rafe returns with a tray full of food, several bottles of water, and a smaller one of pain reliever. “I saw that,”he says in accusation, nodding toward my mouth which is still wide open. “Brought you some Tylenol, honey.”

“Thank you. Let me help.” I reach my hands out to grab the tray so we can set it in the middle of the bed while he slides back in and then sits against the headboard.

“Looks like Constance wanted to make sure we kept up our energy,” he divulges, handing me a plate that’s almost overflowing with yummy goodness. “I mean, it’s a carb feast for sure.”

I snicker as I pick up one of the forks and start twirling some spaghetti. Rafe chuckles, since he’s the one who taught me how to eat it that way. “She’s awesome,” I mumble with my mouth full of noodles and meat sauce. Damn, this is so freaking good!

“Right? Best fucking cook I know, next to you, of course,” he loyally replies.

I snort out a laugh because the only cooking I get to do is if Constance is nowhere to be found, although Ididcook when I lived on the farm and Rafe occasionally came by for a meal.

“You think she’ll let me help more now?” I question.

“I’d like to say yes, but probably not since you’re my ol’ lady and in her eyes, that puts you in the same league as me as far as ranking goes in the hierarchy,” he replies. “She is firm in her conviction that she’s responsible for taking care of the cooking for me, the clubhouse, and the ranch hands.”

“Well, it won’t hurt me to ask, I guess,” I muse. “Maybe she’ll relent some, who knows?”

He chuckles while cutting up one of his meatballs. I’m glad to see he gave us an equal number because otherwise, I’d have had tosteal one of his. It’s the rule of spaghetti. I always have to have the same amount as he does, or he has to surrender his extra to me.

EIGHTEEN

Rio

After we ate, Issy got up to do her normal nightly routine while I ran the dirty dishes downstairs. I didn’t leave them for Constance though, I rinsed them then put them in the dishwasher. On my way back upstairs to my room, my phone chimes and I pull it out of my back pocket. Being the president of the West Texas Kings, I keep it on me at all times because you never know what disaster will appear.

Not like I’m wearing much, of course, just a pair of jeans, so I didn’t burn anything important while heating our food up. Still, since the brothers are well aware not to bother me, whoever’s calling must have an emergency of sorts.

Seeing it’s Riptide, I decide to answer because the fucker will just keep calling until I do pick up. “What’s going on?” I bark out. “Any problems?”

“Nope,” he replies. “Package has been delivered.” He starts chuckling at that and I wait for him to fill me in. “Their club VP, Candyman, opened it right then and there and quickly realized itwas chunks of Four. There was a shit ton of yelling and posturing by the members, but since they’re not sure who had Four, they don’t know who to retaliate against.”

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