fear love¹ | rafe cameron

seven

The next two hours went by in a flash. We didn't talk. I didn't feel like talking to him. I tried to have some distance, but I quickly noticed that my thoughts kept falling to him.

I wanted this distance, so I thought it would be a good idea to go surfing for a quick time, that I could clear a head of all the things that have happened in the past twenty-four hours, while Rafe stayed by the group.

But before I made my way into the water, I remembered the sentence he said to me last night. I own you now.

HA HA maybe in his dreams but definitely not here in the real world. Why shouldn't I provoke him?

So I made a quick stop and undid the knot of my neoprene suit and took it off. Now I was standing in front of the waves, just in my bikini, with my surfboard and felt the cold breeze in my hair, over my body and how the waves flowed over my feet.

»Never provoke me again« said Rafe when he suddenly stood behind me. I got him.
»You don't like what you see?« I asked with a dirty smirk on my lips, but I didn't stop looking at the horizon.

»I definitely do but I don't like how the other boys are starting at your body« he answered and he got nervous. He ran his hand through his hair and when I looked at him, I saw that he harnessed his stoner.

»I own myself« I started to whisper. »You own fucking nothing, got it?« I continued to whisper in his ear as I stood on my tiptoes.

»One day you will regret treating me like that« he yelled after me but my only answer was that I stopped walking again, stick my board in the sand and pull my bikini bottom a little higher. He smirked after I turned to him and he showed me a middle finger. Pure provocation.

I smiled and couldn't stop with that. He shouldn't play with me, because this is not how it works for me but let's see what the future brings.

While I sat on my board and waited for another good wave, which took a little, because the wind wasn't that strong today, I tried to sort my thoughts and noticed how my thoughts got stuck at the kiss yesterday.

Something happened last night, and I don't mean the kiss. There was something more.

It wasn't the kiss, it wasn't the contact our body's had. It was the fact we talked. We didn't talk superficially, it was personal. I felt like I was getting to know Rafes real character. As If I could have broken his facade for a moment. This moment was intense.

After getting out of the water I went back to the group who made a little break. I put my board back in the sand and wrapped a towel around my body and tuck my soaking wet hair away with a clip.

I walked over to the changing room to put on a new dry bikini. I felt better. My thoughts were sorted and I felt more comfortable right now. I stood in front of my locker and pulled the strap of my bikini and opened it.

»You need some help?« Rafe said while he came out of nowhere and leaned against the other lockers. »Holy shit Rafe, what the fuck are you doing here?« I asked shocked and wrapped a towel around my body as quickly as possible.

»Shut the fuck up. We have fifteen minutes« he said in a rough tone and came closer. I leaned against the lockers and felt the cold metal on my back. »Fifteen minutes for what?« I asked innocently even though, I knew exactly what he meant.

I noticed how my breath got heavier as I started thinking about what he was about to do with my body and I liked that thought.

»I'm making you nervous« he told me as confidently as if he could look into my head and read my mind and he wasn't even wrong.

He made me nervous. »We can't to this, Rafe« I repeated the words I said on the beach last night. »Just one more time« he whispered and at that moment he was so close that I almost felt his lips on mine.

For a moment it was quiet. I looked into his eyes and couldn't stop looking at every tiny detail on his face.

His blue eyes and if you looked closely they were slightly grayish. The small little freckles that were only slightly visible on his nose when you were very close to him and his long eyelashes that sprouted in all directions. Every detail was so perfect.

I switched off everything around me and surrendered to lust and desire.

I took his head into my hands and he smashed his lips on mine. This time it wasn't a careful kiss, where he tries to show me the pain and chaos he has inside his head.

This time it was more demanding. On the next moment, I felt his hands on my body. With his hands he began to carefully open the towel. A thin fabric covered the parts of my body that most longed for his touch.

I wanted him to feel me.
I wanted to feel his hands and kisses all over my body.
I wanted to feel him.

He broke the kiss for a moment and looked at me questioningly. I nodded. »Yeah?« he looked at me with a dirty smirk. »Just one more time« I quoted him.

The towel felt on the ground and the only thing I was wearing was his hands on my body. I ran my hands all over his upper body until I was on the hem of his T-Shirt and slowly pulled it over his head.

I slid my hand over his torso and stopped when I saw bruises. »What happened?« I whispered and looked up at him and waited till he would answer my question. »Barry. I paid too late for the coke«. I saw in his face that it was uncomfortable for him that he had not dealt but cashed in the situation with Barry.

Barry will forever remain a mystery to me. Just like the friendship between him and Rafe.

I started kissing his bruises and I felt how his breath got heavier. I took off his swim shorts and when I was standing in front of him again, he lifted me up and I swung my legs around his waist.

He put me on one of the benches of the changing room and was above me.»Rafe, we will be late« I whispered his name against his lips. »Then you have to come quickly« he said and made a little break between our kiss. He looked at me and grinned before he penetrates me.

»Fuck that honestly« I said completely out of breath and didn't care about the fact that we would be late.
»Fuck me honestly« he answered.