Good Days •Rafe Cameron•

Hot Tub

       I watched Rafe come around from the side of the house, pretending as if I didn't know he was already here.
"Rafe." I spoke. "What are you doing here?" I asked. I quickly glanced up at the tree. JJ, Sarah, and John B curled their bodies up behind the branches.
Rafe quickly strutted up to me. His blonde hair hung in his eyes as his eyes roamed the perimeter. "What are you doing here?" He asked, pressing the subject.
"I like to come here alone, sometimes." I lied. It was actually my first time being back at the Château since July.
"What about you?" I asked, Rafe again. He continues to look around as if he was searching for something. I watched as his tall frame approached me. He reaches his hand out. My breath quickens as his fingers brush against my exposed skin on my waist. He pulls me closer to him, causing me to look up at his face.
I catch myself smiling at him. The twinkling lights from the tree dance across his face. He slowly leans forward. His warm lips graze against mine. I almost give into the kiss, but then I remember three Pogues are currently watching me.
"You never answered my question." I say, pulling away. Rafe sighs in defeat; pulling his lips into a thin line.
"Kelce said he saw John B and Sarah. It only makes sense that they would be here." He explains. He looks irritated.
"Really?" I asked. Pretending to be confused. "Yes!" Rafe snaps. I scoff and roll my eyes. "Don't snap at me!" I cross my arms over my chest.
"And besides; Kelce is an ass. He likes to start trouble and instigate." I explain. "Well, I think Kelce is telling the truth. I saw John B and Sarah last week in Barbados." He spoke fast. "They're alive, Be. And they're somewhere laying low in the Outer Banks." He demands
I put my hand on his chest, calming the Kook. "Babe, calm down. You're paranoid." I say, quietly. "I'm not!" He shouts, pushing my hand away. "You are!" I shout back. "You're completely obsessed with John B and Sarah. Just relax." I explain.
"Excuse me for being obsessed or paranoid. But I'm trying to make sure my ass doesn't end up in jail!" He points at his chest, towering over me.
"So as long as John B ends up in jail and Sarah with a broken heart; everything will be fine!" I shout in his face.
"Yes, exactly." He says, very nonchalant. It was quick. My hand slapped him across the face. Rafe stumbled about not expecting me to hit him with that much momentum.
"You know what? Fuck you, Rafe!" I say, walking towards the back door to the Château. Rafe chases after me grabbing my hand and spinning me back around to face him.
My locs, swing around gracefully, as my body collides with his. "You kind of already did that." He smirks, referring to our time at the party.
My eyes widen as I realize my friends can hear everything single word.
"And if you wanted to, all you had to do was ask." He smiles big. I bite my lip with anticipation. Why is he like this. Insufferable and handsome. Brooding and beautiful. Bad and good.
"Rafe-." He puts a finger over my lips. "Come here." He pulls me towards the hot tub. He lets go of my hand, before pulling his shirt off.
"Oh, my God." I squeak. I suddenly feel embarrassed. How am I supposed to kiss this absolute dazzling man, with three Pogues watching me.
He keeps his shorts on as he hops in the tub. The water looks absolutely dazzling with a half naked Rafe staring at me so hungrily.
"Get in." He demands. I don't even think. I immediately immerse myself in the tub, not caring that I still had my blue button up on. My brown skin glows under the light as I slowly walk over to Rafe.
    Once I'm close enough; his hand's immediately begin unbuttoning all the buttons, allowing the shirt to fall under water.
     My hands begin to roam his body, touching everything in sight. "Kiss me." He breathed. And in that very moment; I didn't care if I was being watched. Let's give them a show.
     My lips crashed onto Rafe's. His chapped lips molded onto mine. My body pressed against his as I slowly began to grind against him. He ran his fingers through my hair; moaning against my lips pulling his mouth to my neck. My eyes stayed closed as I enjoyed the euphoric high of his skin against mine.
     He guides his hands to my breast. His fingers massaged my breast as we continued to grind against each other. Rafe becoming more dominant with every single minute.
      He suddenly rips my bikini top off leaving me exposed. He lips connect with my nipple as he lick and sucked.
    My head fell back as I gasped. "Oh, god!" I moaned.  "You like that?" He asked, moving his head to my other nipple; giving it the same attention. "Yes." I whispered.
       Rafe pulls back smiling at me. He reaches down pulling his shorts off before pulling my bottoms off. I'm suddenly grateful for us being underwater.
     His hands rub my thighs as he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, waiting for him to move slowly inside me. I squeeze my eyes.
     It felt better than the last time. His breath blew across my cheek as he panted. The both of us began to move together as we hungrily kissed each other.
    "I love you, Be." Rafe breaths. "Shut up." I say, pushing him down as I moved my hips faster allowing him to thrust deeper.
    We become in sync with each other as our highs grow higher reaching, stretching, moving closer to our goal. I moaned, as Rafe puts his hand on my ass squeezing it in the process. He props me up even more. My breast bounce from the hard thrust as Rafe continued to keep the tempo.
    I bit my lip as I tried to keep myself from giggling. This was all too sexy. I felt like a character in Bridgerton. The man and women doing something absolutely scandalous.
     "I'm gonna cum." Rafe groaned, closing his eyes. I nod. "Me too." I moaned. The sweat on Rafe's skin glistened under the lights. The heat from the bubbling water didn't help with the hot temperatures of our bodies colliding with each other.
      I felt Rafe's thrust become sloppy as he pulled me in the tightest grips. I rested my head on his shoulder as the two of us came together; slowly coming down from our high.
     I felt our chest move up and down. Our breathing matching each others. "Oh, my God." I  spoke, first. Breaking the silence.
    "If God were watching, we'd be Damned." Rafe said. His voice was raspy from sex. I immediately began to giggle. Rafe looked at me confused. "What?" He asked. "Nothing." I whispered, kissing him lightly on the cheek.
      "I like this hot tub." Rafe smiles. This is definitely one of the best places I've had sex." He smirked. "It's called The Cat's Ass." I say.
     "Is that so." Rafe smirks, grabbing my ass and squeezing it.
     I wrap my arms around Rafe's neck. He looks so handsome and happy. His tanned skin went well against my brown skin. I wanted nothing more than to stay like this for the rest of the night. But reality quickly began to settle in.
     "You have to leave." I whisper in his ear. "Your kicking me out?" He asked, confused. "It's getting late. And besides I'm supposed to be home." I explain.
    "You're not just ditching me to hang out with those Pogues, right?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. "No, Rafe." I say. "I'm just tired." I explain.
     "Where are those Pogues anyways?" He asked. "Kie and Pope are off somewhere together." I explain.
    "So that leaves you're around JJ mostly?" He implied.  "Mhmm." I hum. Rafe suddenly becomes annoyed.
    "Oh, baby, please don't be jealous. I've only got eyes for you." I smile, caressing his face in my hands. "That doesn't necessarily mean he doesn't have eyes for you-." I cut him off; leaning into his ear.
     "He likes Kiara." I whispered. So no one would hear but us. I pull away to look at his face. A wide smile spreads across his face.
    "Who can blame him. You Carrera girls are sexy." He says, giving me a kiss before hopping out the tub butt ass naked. I pull my lips into a thin line.
     The Pogues are definitely getting a show. I lower myself under the water allowing the bubbles to cover my chest.
     I fish Rafe's shorts out the tub handing him the clothing. He slips the shorts on and puts his shirt over his head.
     "So are you just gonna stay in the tub?" Rafe asked. I nod. "Yeah. I'm gonna relax here for a bit." I lied, hoping Rafe would just leave.
     "Alright, we'll then I guess I'll see you later." He reaches again giving me a kiss, before walking away to the side of the house.
     After a few minutes I hear Rafe's  trucks pull off and the Pogues begin to climb down. I quickly hid my body under the water.
     My eyes immediately go to John B's. He looked at me with disgust and anger. Sarah fumbles with the hem of her Hawaiian shirt, while JJ tries looked like he was trying not to throw up.
     "I'm sorry I ruined the hot tub, JJ." I apologized. "Oh, my God." He shouts putting his hands over his ears. "You we're still seeing Rafe this whole time!" John B shouts, stepping up to the tub. I bury my body further underwater.
    "Oh! I'm sorry, Be. You didn't seem to care about me seeing you exposed with the show you were giving us when you had Rafe nine inches deep inside you!" He shouts.
    "John B..." Sarah says, trying to pull him away. "No!" He shouts walking away inside the Château, leaving JJ and Sarah.
     "Here." JJ says, lifting up a towel for me. I quickly hop out, wrapping the towel around me. "Thanks." I mumble.
     "You lied to me, Phoebe." JJ says, using my full name. "You said you were done with him." He explains. "I know. I'm sorry. And if you just let me explain, I will tell you everything." I pleaded.
     "Maybe you should wait for Pope and Kiara to get back." Sarah suggested. "Yeah, your right." I nod. "I'm tired, let's just go to sleep." JJ says. "Sure. Im tired too." I say. Sarah nods in agreement.
    "Of course you're tired, Be." JJ starts. "You just had a flew brown work out session in the hot tub. Thanks for the Porn by the way." He jokes.
     "JJ, I'm going to kill you."