Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Rafe drew Brianna into his arms as they watched a scene with Rose and Oliver. He couldn’t get out of his mind what Brianna had told him. Rafe was angry at her parents for belittling her fear. Not everyone could handle fire.

Brianna might be afraid of fire, but she wasn’t afraid of him or what he did. That, all by itself, opened his heart to strong feelings for her. She trusted him. He would not take that lightly.

With fire cupping, there really wasn’t an open flame, but if someone wanted him to use a fire wand, then there would be. He’d cross that path when they came to it. Plus, he wouldn’t do that with just anyone.

That was another thing he needed to talk with Brianna about. He would be touching other people to prepare their skin, or in the case of fire wands, to remove the fire. He’d remind her there was nothing sexual about it for him, unless he was playing with her. She aroused him. Not the fire play. Her.

Brianna shifted, and Rafe glanced down at her. Her eyes were closed. He glanced at the stage. Oliver was caressing Rose’s breasts, nothing she hadn’t seen before in the club.

“Brianna, what’s wrong?” he asked.

She opened her eyes. “Nothing, Sir.”

“You had your eyes closed.”

“Yes.” She shifted again. “Please look where your hands are, Sir.”

Rafe glanced down. He was cupping her breasts, his fingers squeezing and playing with her nipples. He hadn’t even realized he was doing it. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, Sir. I’m aroused.”

He could see that by her squirming. “As you should be.” He flicked his index finger against her nipples.

“Rafe… Sir.”

The pleasure in her voice made him grin. “Do you want to go to my place?” They’d been at the club for a couple of hours now, and he was ready to take her home and to his bed.

“Yes, please, Sir.”

Rafe kept his arms around her and walked backward, away from the scene, before releasing her. “Let’s go.” They said a brief goodnight to Zeke and Allyson. After quickly changing, they were in Rafe’s SUV, headed for his home.

Brianna kept wiggling. “What’s going on, wiggle worm?” It wasn’t like her to be like this.

“I…”

He halted at a stop sign and looked at her. Brianna stared at him, and the next thing he knew, she undid her seat belt, and her lips were on his. Rafe didn’t hesitate; he wrapped his hand around her neck and deepened the kiss.

A knock on the driver’s window broke the kiss. He whipped his head around to see a grinning Colby on his motorcycle with Lara behind him.

“Get a room,” Colby yelled, before he checked the road and took off.

Rafe laughed, and Brianna groaned. Her cheeks were pink. Not saying a word, he took her hand and put it on his thigh as he drove his place. They made it in record time.

He’d barely turned the engine off when Brianna slid across the seat to exit on the passenger side. Rafe jumped out and rounded the back of his SUV just as Brianna’s feet hit the ground, and she shut the door.

“Now, you’re mine,” he said. Bending down, he caught her around the waist and lifted her onto his shoulder, caveman style.

“Rafe.” There was laughter in her voice.

“You’re mine tonight.” He marched with her over his shoulder into the house and straight to his bedroom. Once there, he set her on her feet.

“You’re being a little cavemanish.”

“Yes, I am.” He brushed a kiss over her lips. “Stand here while I undress you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His dick jumped. It was the first time she used Sir in a sexual situation outside the club. Oh, they were going to have fun tonight.

* * * *

Brianna’s nerves tingled at Rafe’s words. Surprised when he threw her over his shoulder and carried her inside, all she could do was laugh. He’d been teasing her from the moment they’d walked into the club, and she’d had enough.

She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone. When he ordered her to stand while he undressed her, the words “Yes, Sir” slid from her lips naturally. His eyes flared with heat and desire.

“Why did you bother to put your street clothes on?” he asked as he peeled her t-shirt up and over her head.

“Because I’m not about to go running around in a bra and boy shorts.” She pushed a strand of hair away from her face.

“I like how you dress in the club, but I bet you’re fantastic with nothing on at all.” He unfastened her jeans and began sliding them down her legs. “Shoes,” he muttered, before lifting one foot and palming the shoe off then doing the same with the other foot.

“Step out,” he said when her jeans pooled around her ankles.

Brianna did as he said. Heat filled her. She wanted to touch Rafe, but he had too many clothes on. When he straightened, she reached for the hem of his t-shirt.

His hands covered her. “Impatient, are we?”

“Yes, I am, Sir.”

“Too bad.” He removed her hands. “This will go my way.”

She stuck her lower lip out in a pout but let her hands fall back to her sides.

“Good girl. Now, let’s get rid of this bra.” He undid the front fastening and pulled the straps from her arms. Her bra was flung in the direction where he’d thrown her t-shirt earlier.

He cupped her breasts and tapped his index finger against her stiff nipple. A moan left her lips, and her head fell back at the sensations running through her body.

“I like that sound,” he said softly as his fingers trailed over her stomach to the top of her boy shorts. He slid them down her legs. “No thong tonight?”

“No.” She’d decided at the last minute to go commando under the boy shorts. Which maybe hadn’t been such a good idea since the seam had teased her clit every time she moved.

“If I had known that…” His hands skimmed up her legs and back to her waist. “When did you plan on telling me?”

Brianna bit her lower lip. “I wasn’t.”

“Minx.” He gave her a brief hard kiss before grasping her by the waist and tossing her onto his bed.

Brianna couldn’t help but laugh, but her laughter died when she saw the smoldering look in Rafe’s eyes. Desire and need flared in his beautiful gaze. She rolled onto her side and watched him as he undressed.

He swept his t-shirt up and over his head, showing off his six-pack abs and strong shoulders, before kicking off his shoes. The he pushed his pants off. The same ones he wore in the club.

“You were commando too?” Brianna noted as his cock bounced after being released from the fabric.

“Around you I am.” His long legs carried him over to the bed.

Rafe knelt on the mattress. “Now, I have you at my mercy.” He pounced.

Brianna laughed as he pushed her onto her back and placed kisses all over her face. “Oh dear, please be gentle.”

His grin widened. “You are mine, and I will do what I want.”

“Oh yes, Sir.”

The gleam in his eyes brightened. “Arms over your head and legs spread.”

She didn’t even hesitate. Anticipation and desire flowed through her body. She wanted Rafe.

“Can you keep your arms above your head, or do I need to restrain them?” His voice was deep and husky.

“I can keep them there.” At least she hoped so.

“Good.” He straddled her upper thighs, his hard cock resting on her mound. Rafe leaned over and began running kisses over her face, her neck, and to the valley between her breasts, before his lips closed over one nipple while his fingers played with the other one, then he switched.

Her fingers curled into her palms as fire swept from her nipples to her clit. “Rafe.”

“Arousal suits you.” He kissed his way over her belly as he scooted down between her legs. When he reached the top of her mound, he gave it a little kiss before licking her slit.

“Damn,” she muttered, squirming on the bed.

“You like that?” Before she could answer, he did it again, but this time, he pushed her folds apart with his tongue.

Her breath caught in her throat as sharp flashes of pleasure shot through her. His hands were on her inner thighs and pushed outward. “Pretty pussy,” he murmured before lowering his head.

Brianna lost what little breath she had in her lungs as her pussy muscles tightened at his lick. He paused and used his tongue to toy with her clit. She shook her head, trying to find the words for how she felt, but nothing came to her.

* * * *

Rafe glanced up at Brianna and grinned. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow, and her fingers curled into the quilt. She probably didn’t even realize she’d lowered her arms. He wondered how far he could push her before she begged.

He held her open and his tongue dove in, licking, and thrusting into her. Her hips wiggled. Can’t have that. He placed his hands on her hips, stilling her as he continued his assault.

“Rafe…I…” Small tremors shook her body. Rafe didn’t let up, knowing her climax was close. It would only be the first of several tonight. Brianna let out a small cry as she orgasmed. He could only smile on the inside at her soft moans.

Raising his head, he kissed the top of her mound and slid up her body until his dick was at her entrance. He rubbed the head of his cock through her wetness.

“Please, Rafe.”

“Begging already?”

“Yes. I need you.”

“Then you shall have me.” He shifted and reached for a condom.

“You don’t need it.”

Rafe gazed down at her. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He shifted his hips and slipped into her wetness.

Brianna whimpered as he filled her. Her eyes fluttered shut as he began to move. He kept his gaze on her face as her pussy tightened around his cock. She felt so good gripping him. This was meant to be.

He didn’t pause to think about anything other than that, right now, all he cared about was Brianna’s pleasure. This woman deserved it and more.

“Rafe, more, please.” Her soft voice was music to his ears. He shifted his hips and moved faster. “So tight.”

“Just for you.”

Those words wrapped around his heart. If he wasn’t already infatuated with her, this would have sealed the deal. Heck, who was he kidding? He was half-way in love with her. It seemed quick, but it wasn’t. Brianna was special.

“I’m going to come.”

“You may come, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop.” Her pussy tightened around his dick. Damn, it was almost as if she was trying to milk him, to make him come.

Rafe brushed the hair away from her face as he held still, letting the tremors coursing through her to settle.

“You feel so hard.” Her hot breath brushed over his skin.

“I’m always hard for you.” He adjusted his hip.

“How? Men don’t stay this hard.”

He laughed. “Maybe the men in your past, but I have great control.”

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“That’s what I plan on doing.” He pulled back and plunged into her, again and again. After her third climax, Rafe knew it was time.

“Stop. I can’t.” Her head thrashed against the mattress.

“Are you safewording out?” He wanted to make sure he understood.

“No. I…” She screamed as another climax hit her. This time, Rafe kept fucking her, allowing his orgasm to rise.

“Yes,” he cried out as his balls tightened and he let go.

His cock pulsed with his orgasm. Rafe gathered her into his arms as she tightened around him. He held her close as their climaxes flowed through them.

“Brianna?” She went lax in his arms. “Baby, are you okay?”

“You’ve killed me.” Her voice was soft.

“We’ve barely scratched the surface.”

“Sleep, I need sleep.”

“Anything you want, love.”

* * * *

Rafe woke with Brianna curled up in his arms. Damn. This woman had kept up with him last night, and it was more than pleasure that flowed through him. With care, he maneuvered her head to the pillow, and her body onto the mattress.

He climbed out of bed, and walked into the bathroom. Energy flowed through his body. That’s what sex with the right woman could do for a man.

A grin spread across his lips. Brianna was definitely the right woman for him. She matched him both in and out of bed, as well as in Wicked Sanctuary. It didn’t bother him she didn’t want to do fire play; it wasn’t for everyone. He enjoyed doing demos and teaching about it, so he’d be fine.

Stepping outside the bathroom with a towel around his waist, he glanced at the bed to see Brianna watching him.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Morning.” She shifted and her hair fell over one shoulder.

“I’m going to dress and get us breakfast.” Her cheeks turned pink and Rafe grinned. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He crossed to the bed, sat, then ran his finger over her blushing cheek.

Brianna bit her lip. “Morning afters are embarrassing.” She shifted the sheet higher.

“Not anymore. We are consenting adults, and we enjoy sex.” He stared at her. “You did receive pleasure last night, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did.” Her quick answer settled the tiny doubt that had been flowing through him.

“Good.” He brushed a kiss over her lips. “Breakfast in twenty. I suggest you get up and get dressed.” He stood.

“But you’re not dressed.” Her eyes danced with mischief as she stroked the place where he was just sitting.

“Don’t tempt me.” Rafe knelt on the bed and gave her ass a swat. “Get dressed. I have a fun day planned for us.”

“Oh?” She squirmed.

“Yes. Now behave.” He gave her another swat before moving away and pulling a pair of sweats out of the dresser. “Twenty minutes, and don’t be late.”

“Yes, Sir.”