MYSTERY
rafe cameron x reader
summary: she tries to unravel the mystery of the kook prince with a little help from her cousin, barry.
a/n: this went from dark to sexy and i'm not complaining.
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she's seen a lot -- her cousin's barry from the cut, after all. but she meets country club, then, after ages of hearing about him. about the blonde boy reeking of privilege, of daddy issues and coke addiction that gets him into shit, time and time again.
she's heard about him, alright. but he's now friends with barry, so she's thinking it's time he makes the effort.
'country club,' she calls him, catching him on the street.
rafe raises an eyebrow at her. 'you know barry?'
'cousins,' she says. 'you owe him money.'
he tenses up. denies. she pushes more, he starts looking around as if waiting for barry to jump out the bushes, but she laughs instead. 'just teasing. come for a beer.'
he doesn't want to, at first, but she's got nothing if not the same charm everyone in the family's got, even barry. when he needs it.
so she ends up at the bar with rafe cameron, the prince of the kooks, looking him up and down. trying to figure him out, catch him slipping, but all he is, is tense.
he's a mystery to her.
she knows she should stay away, barry's told her plenty times that she's looking for nothin' but trouble and good for nothin' but causing more of it, but she likes it.
and she likes that his shoulders are relaxing with the beer and lips loosening.
the mystery starts to unravel, she thinks, but the mention of his dad snaps the prince back into the cage.
she puts a hand on his thigh. 'relax. we're all friends here.'
they weren't friends and he knew it, but there was something between them, alright.
he knew that, too.
so more beer flows and she keeps a watchful eye on him, on his shoulders, on his biceps, on his cheekbones, on the cut edge of his jaws. he's got a buzzcut and her hands are itching to brush over the short hairs, and her hand doesn't leave his thigh, just moves up a little, bit by bit.
'country club,' she says. 'wanna take this outside?'
'you threatening me?'
'only with a good time.'
there's a moment of hesitation and then her hand is in his and he's leading them outside, behind the bar, where the street lamp doesn't reach. glass shards cracks beneath their feet and then there's the thud of her back pressed against the wall, her legs hiked up around rafe's waste as he trails kisses down the side of her neck.
at the end of the night, he's no less of a mystery than he was before, but she likes it. she watches him as he wakes slowly, in his royal bed, and thinks she needs to do this again. she needs to unravel this man, bit by bit, until he's laid bare before her.
he kisses her when he wakes, and then it's a good time all over again.
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