One Hot Momma (14 page)

“Duck.”
He bit his lower lip and held back his laugh.

“
Rafe
Johnson, don’t you dare!” She sat up laughing. “How did you even come up with that menu? It was outrageous.”

“I was watching it on television and doing my
damndest
to memorize what to call things. I am sorry about all that. I was a real ass.” He stroked a hand down her naked side. Her nipples tightened; her insides warmed. His words were genuine.

“Well, I imagine there isn’t a duck here, so what else do you have in mind.” She watched his eyes look down and away from her face, and his gaze caught on her breasts.
“Besides me.”

“Sorry.” He shrugged. “I like looking at you. I’ve memorized a few things, you know.”

“Like?”

“Like the freckles across the bridge of your nose. They’re very light, and I hadn’t always noticed them. The scar right here on your hip. I wonder where it came from.
The fact that you now paint your toenails though you always wear socks and shoes.”
He looked up.

Layla
gulped and tried to remain calm, but
Rafe
was really paying attention to her. He wouldn’t have confused her for Lola. For the first time in a very long time, she wasn’t being compared. She was simply
Layla
, and she was all he knew. He didn’t compare parenting skills; he didn’t compare voices, or wonder who was smarter, better in bed, prettier, faster in a race. The realization struck her with both joy and grief.

“
Layla
, did I say something wrong?” He sat up as she looked down.

“No, not at all.”

“So why do you look and sound like you’re about to cry?” He tucked his hand under her chin and lifted her face toward him.

“You have no idea how good and bad it feels at the same time to know you are looking at just me. There is no comparison.” She sniffed.

“There wouldn’t be anyways.” He moved closer to her and held her. “You have your own mind, sweetheart. I enjoy your hot little body, but I… like you. I enjoy our time together. I mean I thought I knew you, but I had no idea. You are so much more than I… deserve.”

He was still choosing his words wisely. She had not earned another proposal. “So what do you want to eat?”

“Let’s see what Lucky stocked.”
Rafe
kissed the tip of her nose and sighed. “Of course we could still go out.”

“You won’t be ready in a few more hours?”

“I need to eat, but I’m ready now.” He waggled his eyebrows.

“I need food, too.” She conceded. “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t trying to get away from me.”

“Not after what happened the last time.” He laughed and rolled out of the bed. He looked at her, and she was sitting there sad again. “I’m teasing,
Layla
. That was my own fault, not yours.”

She nodded, but he knew she would think about it. How did he always seem to say the wrong things to her?

* * *

They were sitting on the couch, naked. Relaxing and letting the grilled cheese and tomato soup settle in. A crisp air sometimes flittered over her and made her skin tighten, her nipples bead.

“This is really nice,”
Layla
commented on the cabin ignoring her nakedness. It was a genuine log cabin inside and out. The bathroom was finished and had updated accessories. The kitchen had basic modern appliances, and the furniture reflected a contemporary country feel. The fireplace was perfect for cold winter nights, and the flat screen television hung on the wall and out of the way. It was both a place where a couple could cozy up, and a place someone could escape and have fun. Fortunately, they had escaped here to have fun. “I’d stay here; well, I mean if I were going to visit Montana at least, I would definitely want to stay in a place like this.”

“We’ve put a lot of work into the cabins to make sure they meet the needs of the modern guest without taking away the reason some of the guests come here to begin with,”
Rafe
said as he looked around the cabin and appreciated the work. He had one long leg stretched toward her as they sat at opposite ends of the couch. Her foot was in his lap; his thumb stroked the sole occasionally sending sparks up her leg to her clit. While
Rafe
looked around,
Layla
took the opportunity to look at him and appreciate the art of
Rafe
. He wasn’t big like Heath, though he wasn’t small.
Rafe
was all long lean muscles. His arm had healed for the most part, though he complained about it from time to time when he overdid it. He was still on limited use though he’d made good use of all of his body tonight.

“Where did you get that scar from?”
Layla
noticed for the first time the small scar that made a half moon circle on his shin. Of course, he had hair all over his legs and she paid more attention to the area below his navel and above his knees than anything else when he was naked like he was now. Yet tonight she began to notice more details.

“Which one?”
He laughed.

“The one on your shin, the little one.”
She pointed.

“Oh, yeah, that one.
Let’s just say that having a little sister made for interesting toys, and when you slip on one thing and land on
another,
you get a little plastic moon imbedded in your skin.” He rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling. “She left everything out, and I was sneaking in. I woke up the whole damn house. I always took jeans when I went swimming at night from that point on.”

“What were you doing swimming at night?”
Layla
asked then regretted the question. “Don’t tell me.”

“It’s not like that. I mean there were girls there yeah, but like I said, I had on shorts. Me and a few friends would go to the lake, drink beer, flirt with the ladies, and jump in. You know go get wild now and then. Haven’t you ever just let loose and had fun with a bunch of friends?” He drew his brows together.

“I didn’t really have a lot of friends. I mean I had my friends at school, but we were all pretty driven. We went out to eat and danced, but a wild girl’s night, no, not really.”
Layla
shrugged. “You are about the wildest thing I have done, this—” She looked around— “is about the wildest thing I have done.”

“I’m wilder than a threesome?” He snorted a laugh. “I somehow doubt that.”

Her face went red and she cringed. “It really wasn’t as much fun as you might think. I mean I consider myself pretty open to exploration. I enjoy sex, though until you, I enjoyed sex alone a lot better than with anyone else.” She rubbed her forehead; this was not going well. How could she explain without sounding like a slut? “It was awkward. I only kissed her, and we touched a little, but it was weird, and at some point I
sorta
left. I mean once two people are connected in a certain manner it is easy to escape without much notice. I think we were all mortified. I never saw him again, and I didn’t talk to her much afterwards either. It was her idea in the first place.”

“Well then.”
Rafe
licked his lips. Immediately the air changed and her heart thumped harder, faster. “It’s safe to say that the two of us will do.”

She laughed. “I couldn’t share you with another woman,
Rafe
.”

“
I won’t
share you with another man.” It was a serious statement, and he didn’t laugh.

“I wish we could stay here tonight.” The words came out of her mouth before she was able to stop them. It was his fault; he had her so compliant, so relaxed, she didn’t think before speaking. His eyes widened a moment then a slow easy smile tugged at his full kissable lips.

“I can make a phone call. We could be there before they wake up.” His dimple drew her attention. She nodded as a response. “Be right back.”

The moment he left the couch, she missed his warmth. She wanted that big hairy leg back under her smooth shaven one. Unable to stay away from him long enough for the phone call, she walked to where he stood in the kitchen area, naked, as he told Jan they would be there before eight in the morning.

When he hung up the phone, she slid her hands up his back. Her fingers pushed into the muscles on his neck, his shoulders. They trailed down his spine and gripped his buttocks in each hand. “You have a better ass than me. It’s firm.” She gripped and tested the muscles.

He chuckled. “I like your ass just fine. I don’t think I would be as attracted to it if it were like mine.”

Layla
kissed his shoulder blade, between the blades, and let her tongue lick down his spine until she reached the crease of his ass. She nipped his left butt cheek, and he took a step forward.
“
Layla
?”

“Turn around.” She stroked her hands down his legs. “I want to feel your cock in my mouth,
Rafe
. I want to taste you.”

His left knee dipped a second then straightened again. He turned slowly, but when he faced her, his dick was thick, full, and ready to be sucked.

“Beautiful.”
Layla
nodded and then took him in her hand. She stroked him once, twice. He lifted her hair off her shoulders. She stroked his hair-roughened testicles and teased them with a lick of their own.

“You are beautiful. I agree,”
Rafe
whispered.

Layla
licked his dick from root to tip. She felt as if she were intoxicated. He really got her high in a way. The
Layla
everyone knew would in no way be reenacting a porn scene, but the woman she was right now, in this minute, wanted to see what her limits were. She wanted to test her body, her mind, and his.

She sucked him fast, slow, easy, and then hard. Her tongue slid around the rim of his cock, and he moaned. Her hand was so slick from her saliva it pumped him in and out with ease.

“Get up.” He growled. “Bend over.”

She leaned over the kitchen table and looked back at him.

“No, I changed my mind,” he said then pulled out a chair to sit in it. “Sit up there.”

“On the table?”
She moved to oblige his request.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He slid closer to her, placed her feet on his thighs, and pushed her legs apart.

It was an awkward position, sort of like a pelvic exam at the doctor’s office. She wiped that clear from her mind.
Rafe
scrutinized her vagina. He looked at it as if there was a mystery to be solved. She couldn’t resist. “Insert tab A into slot B.”

“What?” He looked up at her with a wry smile.

“It seemed like you were waiting for directions, and I am dying up here, so I was trying to help.” She laid back the rest of the way so that she was flat on the table. The cool wood was hard and uncomfortable, but she didn’t mind. “If you don’t lick me, finger
me,
touch me in the next two seconds…”

“You’ll what?” he asked humor in his tone.

“I’ll… I don’t know what I’ll do…”

Rafe
leaned in and tasted her. He nipped the inside of her thigh with a gentle love bite. Her legs were already trembling by the time he was using two fingers to stroke her clit on either side.
Rafe
began licking her. Slow at first, torturing her clit by only teasing it then moving on. Her hips moved against him, he pressed a finger inside, and she groaned as it eased into her. “You’re so fucking wet,
Layla
.”

“More,
Rafe
, I need more.” She was mindless; her body rocked and rocked against him. He licked, sucked, and tugged. He pushed two fingers then three. Her hands cupped her own breasts and pulled at the nipples.
“
Rafe
.”

“Yes?” His voice was low.

“What do you want to do to me,
Rafe
?” She continued the rocking of her hips.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asked then suckled her clit a second making her cry out.

“What else can we do,
Rafe
? I want to be wild, remember, free. What would you do in your wildest dreams?” she asked. He left the fingers inside her and then a new sensation struck her like lightning. The tip of his finger touched the budded hole of her ass.

Layla
gulped. It was a request.
A serious one considering his size.
“I might have to work up to that.”

He laughed and slid his fingers out of her. “Ride me,
Layla
. You have me all wound up now.”

She slid down and relished the feel of the tip of his cock as it slid so easily into her. “God, you feel so fucking… good,
Rafe
.”

“Yeah…
Mmmm
…
Come here.” He pulled her closer as she rode his dick up and down over and over again.

She used the floor for leverage, but her thighs got tired quickly. “Get back on the table.”

He stood up, pinning her underneath him. He pulled her legs up and propped her calves on his shoulder. It was so deep this way. He kissed her lips in
a frenzy
. His body trembled and pushed against hers until she was crying out for more. He pulled out then slid farther down her body and licked her pussy again until she was mindless. Her wetness soaked her from front to back. He put his finger at her anus again. This time he pressed against the hole. As soon as it passed the barrier inside, she came.