𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 | Rafe Cameron

TWENTY SEVEN

027 ~ Teaser

I'd gotten myself comfy on the Cameron's private jet, laying the chair all the way, 2 pillows, a blanket, a TV right in my eye view and a glass of champagne. I was enjoying myself to say the least.

I never cared for planes but I was wishing this flight was longer given the luxury. I thought our jet was nice but holy fu-

"Sushi?" A waiter pierce over the wall between us. "No, thank you, I'm good" I smile at her, she walks around asking the rest. I curl up into my blanket and find myself drifting hearing the jets of plane spin.

Until a quiet tap jerks me awake. His smug smile and his bitter sense tells me exactly who it is. "I didn't wake you, did I?" He asks, pretending to be sympathetic, holding a hand to his heart. If he had one.

I tilt my head and smile widely, not giving him the satisfaction, "no, actually. I was just resting my eyes." I excuse. "Oh yes, as one does." He replied, nodding.

"As one does? Who are you, my English teacher?" I mock. "You go to school?" He acts shocked.

"And you do?" I raise my brows, annoyed. "Okay okay, ya' got me there," he surrenders, holding up his arms. A quick awkward silence passes and I look at him as if to ask why he's still here.

He looks at my empty glass that once carried my champagne, he that tall his frame was able to easily reach over and grab it. He holds it, swaying it "I think we could both use one of these, yeah?"

I turns, making his way to the bar at the other side of the jet. He knew I'd follow, he didn't even look back to check. I mumble, "this boy," as I angrily threw off my cover and obeyed.

I walked into the bar completely forgetting I was wearing pyjamas I'd recently changed into. They covered everything, but one wrong move and it did the opposite. Good job no one else was here. There wasn't even a bar tender. Just Rafe stood, pouring it himself.

"Wow, nice to see you behind the counter for a change." I humour. "I've never understood that."

"My joke or-"

He cuts me off, "no." He sips his drink, passing me mine at the same time, "your a little rich princess who gets what the fuck she wants, yet," he pauses eying me, "you work as a waitress. Why is that?"

I sip my drink, ignoring his ignorance. "Because I'm not a 'little rich princess who gets what the fuck I want' Rafe, I earn what I want, to get what I want." I set straight. "And you know I'm sick of these accusations you keep making of me, first I was a kook slut."

A slap my hands down to my thighs after placing my glass down "now what? I'm a spoilt brat?" He stays stunned. "Just a good fuck? Did you say?"

I scoff, throwing the rest of my drink down my throat, ignoring the burn; from both the drink and Rafes eyes that glared straight at me.

He sucks the front of his teeth with a one sided smile "your right, you were a good fuck, Lee." I glare as he steps from around the bar, "ya' know what? You are the best fuck I've ever had. I can't deny that." He's close enough to me that I have to tilt my head back to keep eye contact.

"But if I had the ability to give you what ever the fuck you want, for fuck sake, you can have it" he pants, talking too fast. "You may be a kook slut" he pauses and my face grows angrier, "but your my kook slut." I swallow a lump in my throat I never knew was there.

His pointer finger runs up between my wet cleavage that must have just gotten their as my cheeks flushed a bright pink colour. It carries on until reaches behind my ear and his thumb meets my chin. I refuse to look at him anymore, I refuse to let him know what he does to me.

I'm not giving him the vindication. But that doesn't last long when the hand already touching my face angles it upwards. I had no choice but to look at his refined face.

His thumb slides down my bottom lip making it flick as he lets go. If my cheeks couldn't go any redder, they definitely did. A bead of sweat weeped down my back.

He smelled like mens Dior and smoky sandal wood; in a way. I couldn't describe. He just smelt clean and manly.

His thumb runs across my rosy cheeks, satisfied. "How much time do we have?" I ask, almost a whisper. I feel his breathe brush over my lips. "Hours" he purred.

I give in, "hmm, what we could do in a few hours" I hum, arching my back so my hips are pressed against his groin. He smiles "I wonder" he thinks, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear so he could crouch to kiss me, passionately.

He stops out of breathe. "So what now? Do you want me to go to the nearest bedroom, get naked and wait for you to fuck me, Cameron."

I feel his jeans grow tighter against myself. Making me feel in control. I decided to use that to my advantage. I tip-toe, pressing my lips to his ear "is that what you want, Rafe." I purr.

Dragging my hand further down the dip of his chest, right down the middle. Keeping my lips right below his lobe "for me to wait for you to fuck me?" My hand slithers farther down, just so I can feel his V-line.

He draws in a hefty breathe. "Fuck" he whines, I could feel his erection threw his denim pants. I cup it, giving it a slight squeeze. "Well..." I pause, bringing my head down enough that he can see my face again.

I squeeze his groin enough that he yelps, no longer feeling pleasurable, "tough luck, Cameron." I let go, smirking to myself. "I'm going to go, finish my nap." I say popping the P and leaving him stunned in place with his hard shaft poking at his jeans.

"Have fun with that, by the way" I point.

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I love Lee

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