WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Sixteen (Alana)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Alana

Quick A/N until the 18 month time jump most of the spicy scenes will be fade to black or minimal description.

It happened so fast. My head was spinning as I walked out of the supply closet with Rafe. The thin strap my dress falling off my shoulder but Rafe fixed it with ease.

He licked his lips and then kissed me again before checking his phone that kept going off. I still was in a daze and trying to process what the hell just happened in there. I didn't think that kissing him in the heat of the moment would turn into that.

It was nothing like how I've read in the romance novels. It was painful and I felt every bit of the tearing and stretching. It only started to feel good toward the end when my body had started to adapt to what was happening and then... It was over.

"Topper and Sarah broke up." He says with a chuckle at his phone. "Top wants to go for a ride, you down?"

I shake my head. "No... I should find Sarah."

"Why?" He questions me with confusion. "Do you really think I want you out of my sight right now? After what the fuck just happened?"

I swallow hard. "I didn't expect that to happen..."

"I'm not talking about the sex, Routledge, I'm talking about JJ going fucking insane and showing up here. What if he's just waiting to see you alone and vulnerable again? You're coming with me and the boys. We can protect you, alright? Avocado."

Damn him and his obsession with our "magic" word.

I sigh and roll my eyes and he gives me pleading eyes. "You look cold." He takes his jacket off and slides it over my shoulders. "Come on, Top's parked right outside. I'll tell my Dad we're going to a bonfire or something. He won't care."

"I feel bad. I'm a guest in his house."

"Not anymore." He laughs as he hold the door for me. "Him and Rose are you guardians now."

I raise my brow at him. "What the hell are you talking about, Rafe Cameron?"

He stutters. "I- I- I uh... Uh-" Badly. He's tripping- no, falling over his fucking words. "Shit, God fucking damn it!"

We walk outside and he runs his hands with anger through his hair and starts to pace in little circles.

"Rafe, it's fine. Just tell me."

"N-No, I fucked up. I- I- I fucked up. I wasn't... I wasn't supposed to say a damn thing. I promised Dad I wouldn't and now I fucked it all up."

I reach for his face and he sucks in a deep breath and swats my hand away. "Don't fucking touch me. I don't like being touched." He starts tapping the tips of his fingers against his temples and frustration rises in his entire body. He's still pacing and his breathing is getting heavier.

Sarah warned me about this and now that it's happening it's... It's something alright. His eyes are as dark as they were the other night but he's not withdrawing from cocaine anymore so this is just his own episode that he's having.

I try to replay the conversation quickly in my head. What was the last that that happened before he- Fear of his Dad getting upset with him. Going against his Dad's orders... That's one of his triggers.

Releasing a breath and composing myself I don't touch him and don't reach for him. But I call out his name. "Rafe," I say softly. "I'm not upset."