I was admittedly a little nervous about meeting Maverick, he seemed like the closest I’d ever get to meeting Rafa’s parents. But if he’d done such an amazing job raising his little brothers, then I doubted he had a judgmental bone in his body.
“Do you all have the same father?” I asked Rafa timidly. They all shared the surname Connor and I wasn’t sure if that came from their mother or father. It was difficult to ask Rafa about his past without stirring up old emotions for him. I could see the shadow cross his face every time I mentioned it.
“Old man Connor stuck around the most, that’s for sure. He was a drinker, and had a temper like the devil. We think he might be my biological father too, seeing as the time frame fits and Gabriel and I look somewhat alike. Pretty sure Malik has a different dad. His skin tone is darker and he didn’t get brown eyes from my mother or Connor.”
“I guess you could do a test if it feels important to know.”
“It doesn’t. Blood isn’t what binds us, it’s our shared experience and even if Malik had a different mom, he’d still be my full brother.”
“I love how close you all are.”
“Good, because it will always be that way.” Rafa came up behind me and took the clasp I was struggling with behind my neck and fastened my necklace for me. “You look incredible,” he said, kissing my neck, my shoulder, my entire décolleté.
I’d swiped mascara on my lashes and added a touch of lip gloss. Switched my silver hoops in my septum and lower lip piercing for the rose gold ones I wore on fancy occasions. I had an oversized black cashmere sweater on and a pair of leather detail leggings that were in the shopping bags Rafa and Malik had waiting for us in the cabin. How this man had, not only an eye for fashion, but nailed my aesthetic, was beyond my comprehension.
“Did you shop for me yourself? You did a better job than I could even do. Usually, after a stint at the mall, I end up with two black hoodies, a couple of t-shirts, and maybe a pair of jeans that fit if I’m lucky.”
“It’s an app called Rags. I can teach you how to use it.”
“Does Rags have anything to do with a hacker named Ragnar?”
“Might,” he said. Rafa was now kissing the nape of my neck. It still felt new and strange not to have the security of my long hair to cover me.
“I think I’ve actually seen that stock, trading high, especially among the white hat hacker crew.”
“Prime, remote real estate is expensive out here. Wiring that cabin cost more than I make in a year. You think I could build that pad and that system on a government salary? The FBI might sound glamorous, but it’s a job with the feds.”
“I thought maybe it was family money.”
“It is, because it’s staying in my family.”
“Wow, Rafa, you clean, you cook, you box, you’re a pro-hack and now a stylist too?” I said in jest.
“I like to fuck too,” Rafa said as he pulled my lower lip into his mouth and flicked my hoop with his tongue.
“Don’t we have dinner guests waiting?”
“They can wait, I want to make love to you.”
I wanted him too and I loved that he couldn’t keep his hands off me. I felt the same way, like I was plugged in and the charge started to fade if I moved too far away. I wanted to be close, touching, kissing, hearing his voice—the sound of his breathing, heartbeat and pulse.
Rafa cupped my sex and the pressure of the heel of his palm on my clit made me moan into our kiss.
“This is mine,” he said gruffly. “I’m going to be your first and your last. This pussy is mine,” he said, squeezing hard. “This mouth,” he demanded, taking my chin with his thumb and forefinger and kissing me hard. “This ass,” he said. He took a handful of my butt cheek and squeezed it, then slapped it hard. “No more cam-girl, none of that. This body is mine for the taking, when and where I want it,” he gritted out. He was walking into me and I moved backwards until I was flush with the bed.
Rafa dipped his hand under my sweater and yanked down my bra. He grabbed my nipple and tugged the ring, before pinching it hard. “Mine, too,” he growled as he stuck his tongue in my mouth. I was so wet, my panties were already thoroughly soaked.
“Say it, “ he demanded.
“Yours,” I told him feverishly through his aggressive kisses.
He snaked a hand into my leggings and grabbed my pussy, shoving two fingers inside. I rode his hand shamelessly, my arousal coating his hand as he finger fucked me.