Avery
3 months later
Outer Banks, North Carolina
"And to think, I thought you weren't coming back." Topper greets me, walking down to where I'm waiting for our game to start. "Just took an extended vacation." I accept his hug, strictly to be polite. We weren't close when I left, and I doubt that's going to change this time.
"Take your hands off my girl or else I'll use your head as a ball." We pull apart, as Rafe walks over to us, pulling me away from Topper and crashing his lips against mine.
Yep. This is a thing now.
My body melts into his, as he tries to deepen the kiss, but I deny him, knowing we still have an audience. Not that I'm completely against it, but I'm trying to regain my image here, not blow it up with exhibitionism.
Breaking apart, Rafe licks his lips, and I love the way mine tingle and go numb from it. It's like it's slowly erasing the memory of the last time someone kissed me like that.
No. No. No! We're not allowed to think or talk about it, because I refuse to let him think he was right. He thought he could force me to never move on or forget him. I guess it was time to show him how much power he has over me.
It's not like he made you come so hard; you flipped your humanity back on.
"Great. It's like Sarah and Top all over again." Kelce groans, making me blush. Bloody Hell. I can't remember the last time I've ever done that and actually felt it.
Topper groans, going to go set his ball down and line up his shot. I lean back into Rafe's chest, relaxing further and further into him, as he runs soothing circles on the exposed skin on my hip.
"You know.. we could always leave them here and sneak away to my car." I smile, shaking my head as Topper swings. "Keep it in your pants, Cameron. You wanted me to come play with y'all, so here I am." He mumbles something about 'wanting me to himself.' Before going up to take his turn.
Apparently, they're in the middle of a bet right now. So, I'm just here to watch and 'play' behind them. Really, I only agreed to this for this exact moment.
I watch as Rafe lines his shot up, his grip on the club flexing, before his hands wrap around it and he swings. His back muscles ripple as he holds the stance until the ball lands.
He spins around, grinning at Topper and Kelce, readjusting his hat to face backwards before coming over to stand behind me again.
I spin around in his arms, smiling. "Maybe we should sneak away." He looks down at me and smiles. "Don't be silly, Aves." He squeezes my hip tighter. "You wanted to stay and play." He kisses my lips quickly, before spinning me around and nudging me to the tee.
"Cocky asshole." I mumble, getting into the position. "I heard that." He calls back, making me smile. Pushing my hips out a little further. I wiggle my ass a little, hoping to tempt him. Not with the view, because the only ones getting an eyeful are Topper and Kelce, but I want him jealous. Jealous means him dragging me away and fucking my brains out.
"We're done here." Rafe deadpans, striding over towards me. I jump away with a laugh, holding up my club that rests squarely in the middle of his chest to stop him. "We're going to have a nice day golfing."
His lips form in a pout, before he looks at Topper and Kelce. "Don't you sorry fuckers have something else to do?" They both look between us, matching amused looks. Kelce shrugs, shifting his weight, looking me up and down. "Perfectly fine with our current company."
Rafe's grip tightens on the club, as Topper adds. "Yeah. I think I'll stay a little longer for the entertainment." Rafe lunges for them, but I grab him, laughing, even though I'm completely turned on.
Damn him for being so hot.
"Come on. If I win, I get to pick the movie tonight. If you win, you can pick." I give his hand another tug, nearly falling flat on my butt when he turns around and closes the gap between us.
His hand tangles in my hair, his lips bruising against mine. Breaking the kiss, dipping his head down to my ear, he whispers in a low, deep growl, sending a shiver down my spine. "If I win, I'm going to spend the rest of the night reminding you who the fuck you belong to."
He spins around, heading towards the golf carts, leaving me with the unsettling mixture waging war in my stomach.
It's no secret that I'm all for being owned and controlled. Within reason of course. But that..? That floods my mind with awful memories, bad taste in my mouth and hurt in my heart.
I'm not oblivious to what Klaus did. He abused the power I willingly gave him, being the obedient little puppet, he wanted. I lost myself trying to be everything he wanted, and it took me far too long to realize my mistake.
Allowing Rafe to have the same hold over me and expecting him not to do the same is insane. It's worse than insane. It's a death wish and this time, there might not be enough of me left to put the pieces back together.
I'm still putting them back together from Klaus and some I'll never get back. I can't allow Rafe to take anymore, when I don't have any more to give.
This has to end.
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