WILD RIDE (Rafe Cameron x OC) *COMPLETE*

Chapter Seventy-Eight (Rafe)

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT

Rafe

One Week Later

*SMUT WARNING*

I pull up to the dock on the property at Goat Island. The Genrette estate, one of the biggest investments of my career. Of my life.

There's a man waiting at the boathouse at the end of the dock for me. I walk up and he pours two glasses of whiskey.

"The great Rafe Cameron... Pardon the formality." He says. "I'm a bit old-fashioned. I just like to see who I'm in business with."

"Potentially." I correct him. "This isn't set in stone yet. Paperwork hasn't all gone through yet." I place the glass down and cross my arms, leaning against the side of the shabby bar that's built into the posts. "My wife doesn't feel too secure about all of this I mean.. That money was for a future fund we had. Some dreams we were hoping to achieve and who knows if we'll make those happen now."

"And tell me, Young Cameron... What are those dreams? Go on, if we might be in business I'd like to get to know my partner better." He says and I can see in his eyes he's sketchy.

His body language is one that reminds me of the con man in every sitcom. Alana watches tons of those, her favorite is Full House and even the way this guy dresses reminds me of the episode when Uncle Jesse's cousin tried to scam everyone in San Francisco.

I hum. "Mm, well.. You see we have a daughter. She's almost 16 months now and eventually we want more kids. And we want to make sure Leah and any future kids we have are set. That we can afford everything they need and pay all hospital bills, cars, give them a chance for good college... All of it."

"Ah," He smirks. "And if you blow that fund on Goat Island you fear that your child will grow up in a Pogue lifestyle instead of a Kook lifestyle. You want better for your child than what you had, don't you?"

He... He thinks I'm a Pogue who just happened to make it better in life? I poker face this entire time. All I want to do is laugh at him but I want to hear him keep talking. Clearly this guy knows nothing about me. He's just trying to sell.

I nod.

"They look down on you don't they? Everyone on Figure Eight? They whisper. They don't accept you."

"They try." I feed into it.

"Yeah... You're right. They try. That's why Hollis and I like you Rafe. You're like me. A lot like me." He pauses. "You're not afraid to play hardball. Make all the tough plays that everyone else is too squeamish to do. But you, Rafe Cameron? You make it. You'll always make it. You have more motivation than anyone else. Getting your wife and daughter out of the cut."

I don't say anything. I remain silent and just give him a slight nod. If I open my mouth I fear what will come out. What words of poison I'll spew at him.

"You need to make a decision tonight, Rafe. Right now. I need a yes or a no. So... What will it be?"

He looks at me eagerly. Waiting for my reply and I just give another nod. He starts clapping away happily and almost childlike. He makes me sign some more papers and then tells me to keep the pen as a souvenir.

What a fucking weirdo.

"Papers are for the lawyers. But handshakes are good enough for me." He takes my hand without me even reaching for it and shakes it like a fucking cartoon character. This guy is on crack or something. I'm starting to question if I was that fucking weird when I was on coke all the damn time.

No... Cause Alana would not have fucked me if I was that creepy and weird. I mean yeah I was a drug addict but nowhere close to as fucked as this guy.

While he's still holding my hand, I lean in to him. "I just want you to know if you screw me over in any way... I will come after you. And I will kill you. You won't be the first body on me."

I strip my hand away form his and he looks white as a ghost. I strut back onto my boat and it takes some time but I make it home before Alana is awake.

Sliding into bed with my wife and smelling that beautiful citrus scent intoxicates me all over again just like the very first time. I lean in and kiss her neck and she rolls over and moans. My arms stay wrapped around her waist.

"Hi Clyde..." She says half asleep. "What are you doing?"

"I want something sweet... Figured.. My wife would be the sweetest thing for middle of the night?"

She nods. "It's been a while..."

I gently drag the tip of my tongue along her neck. Feeling the chills build on her body while my hand goes into the waistband of her pajama shorts. No panties... God I love this woman with all my heart... And cock.. My entire cock loves her too. In fact, he's wide away and ready to go right now.

"You're so wet already..." I whisper right into her ear and I feel her walls clench around my fingers as they pump into her. "You want me to fuck you, huh? You want me in that pussy?" She whimpers and I see her biting down on her lip. "Beg for it. Like a good little slut."

Alana's head falls back onto my shoulder and I brush her hair to the other side. "Talk to me baby, let me know what you're thinking."

"I- I want you."

"I know you do." I chuckle. "God, you're fucking soaking my hand."

Her entire body tenses as I pump into her and press on her clit with my thumb. "Rafe, Rafe... Please..."

"Please what, Bonnie? Tell me. Be a good little slut and tell me how you want me to fuck you. Just like you always do."

"Just like this.. This position..." She tells me and I nod.

"Get those fucking shorts off then." I pull then down and toss them across the room. Fidgeting with my own pants to get them off. While I do that she's already holding her leg up for me. "Good girl..." I run the tip of my finger over her slit and touch her clit again. Her body stiffens and she whimpers. "So fucking sensitive..."

"Rafe-"

"I'm on it.." I slide myself into her and bury myself as deep as I can. Thrusting into her and hearing the wet sound of my hard cock splashing into her pussy. She tries to stifle her moans which is cute.. She sounds like a little mouse. "Scream for me.. It's okay. I like when you're loud."

She shakes her head. "It's embarrassing-" Breathless. She's fucking breathless as she speaks but I grab her breast with one hand and pinch her nipple between my thumb and finger, giving it a pull until she moans louder...

And louder...

And louder...

A smile curling onto my lips and I start to laugh hearing how beautiful she sounds when she moans like that. "Good. Fucking. Girl. Fuck, Bonnie. I'm going to fill your cunt with my come,"

"Please.." She begs. "Fucking fill me."

I bite down on my bottom lip and pull her tighter against my body. My hand sliding from her breast up to her neck. Holding it there and feeling her trying to swallow down each and every whimper.

Until I hit my release and come so hard and so much that it oozes out before I can even pull my cock out.

"Thank fuck for the IUD." Alana says as I remove myself. A reminder that I hate her IUD.