Blue | Rafe Cameron

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Rafe's POV

"Hey JJ, what are you doing in the locker room?" I smirk, raising a brow and something about the way his eyes widen, and he stumbles back into Kelce makes me laugh.

JJ grunts as one of the boys grabs him from behind and we're all chuckling as he's dragged out into the empty locker room, his hands locked behind his back and face still scarred and bruised from the last fight we had not 48 hours ago.

I was making it a habit, fighting Aurora's friends and had it been Pope, or even John B who I had bumped into today I wouldn't have given a single fuck. Not when it was me Aurora had said she wanted, not when I got to taste her sweet lips and hear and watch as she came all over my hand, looking like a fucking angel while she moaned my name.

But I bumped into JJ and even despite all of that, I couldn't get his fucking smile when he saw her out of my head.

It may have been petty, and if Aurora found out she would likely hate me, but she hugged him and the way she looked at him back... it wasn't that different to the way she looked at me.

"Hold him still," I grin, fixing my shirt and angling my hands down, manoeuvring the hit he was about to take, "What- what do you reckon? A four iron, right?" Kelce laughed, muttering his agreement as JJ fumbled and fought his hold, but the Pogue didn't stand a chance.

"Very Rafe of you," JJ growled, his teeth bared at me "Five against one."

"You never stop talking do you, Maybank?" I laugh hollowly, my eyes tapering down at him, and he glares right back. "Didn't you learn well enough last time? You know with all those bruises on your face you're starting to look like your dad more and more."

"Fuck you, Rafe." JJ spits, his face turning an alarming shade of red now and I can see how desperately he wanted out, and the second he was, his fists would be swinging.

Not that I was opposed to a good fight. Fucking, fighting, and drinking were three simple pleasures of life.

"You know I saw you with Aurora earlier," I muse, nodding my head and the way his face tightens, his jaw locking, tells me everything I need to know. "She doesn't strike me as the type of girl who likes her guys so fucking reckless and dumb, I mean you got arrested this morning, right?"

"You don't know a damn thing about her, Rafe," JJ bit back, scowling and I couldn't help but laugh because he looked angrier at the mention of her than he did when I mentioned his deadbeat dad.

I know her.

I know that her favourite lip balm is watermelon flavoured because I taste the sweetness every damn time we kiss.

I know that the most sensitive points on her body are at the base of her neck and the softness of her inner thighs.

I know that she has to play at least three Taylor Swift songs when she wakes up in the morning, and I always know what mood she's in based on what she chooses.

I know that when her breath starts to catch and my name becomes a chant on her lips, she's close to finishing, and I know exactly how fast and deep to go, exactly what words and kisses will send her over that edge.

I know that when she bites her lips or fiddles with her fingers and clothes she's unsure of something, that there's a million thoughts running through her head, and she can't pinpoint one.

I know that she would ruin herself, body, heart, and soul for the people she loves, and she wouldn't think twice about it.

I know Aurora Huntington.

But I wasn't stupid enough to tell him any of that.

"I don't know man," I drawl, my lip kicking up mischievously as I look at him, "She's been staying at my house for a while now, did you know her room is directly opposite mine? It's so very easy to become good friends, to know what makes her tick."