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What Are You Willing To Do?

Ch. 3: No Turning Back (Date 1 Pt. 2)

Note: Well hello my pretties. I had half of this chapter sitting for a while and dreamt up the back half this week. This is a busy time for me but Rafe Cameron is still monopolizing my brain I fear. I hope you all are having happy holidays or if you're not celebrating any, then just a good ass last couple weeks. Thank you so much for all of the love you've shown this story so far and all the comments and messages. As always, I love reading your thoughts so feel free to be interactive, it's appreciated. I am trying to make a playlist for this couple so any ideas please send to me :) I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's a short one. I also hope I get the next one out soon. There is sexual content in this chapter so those who would like to skip it, the * is a sign to skip until you see it again. It's short so it shouldn't take up too much. Thank you all and love ya! <3

Warning(s): sexual content, strong language, mental/emotional manipulation (they're toxic, sorry), MDNI I'm so fr. Any minors that I find will be blocked <3 Grown folks, have at it.

(Just Rafe trying to figure out if Milan is crazy/bratty in a hot way or in a 'I can break her' way) (Spoiler its both)

Milan's Outfit (I'm gonna have so much fun dressing her y'all. I love a rich hoochie):

“Good, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Rafe nods to himself as he licks the strawberry residue off of his thumb, watching as Milan hums to herself happily, chewing on the fruit. “Gettin’ back all the calories we lost in the gym.” He mumbles as she shovels a piece of her waffle that she’d drowned in syrup before pressuring him into sharing it with her.

She sits close to him in her own chair, the two of them opting to sit on one side of the table so that he could toss his arm over her shoulder and rub his fingers through her hair. “You’re gonna mess up my hair.” she whines, moving her head halfheartedly before settling right back into place.

“M’fuckin’ tryin’ to.” He smirks.

“You were a gentleman yesterday.” Milan rolls her eyes, forking at another piece of her breakfast, laughing when he shrugs at her in response. “And I’m hot, my pilates takes care of my eating habits. Plus, curves look good on me. Maybe you should worry. You’re eating more than me.”

“Fuck should I?” Rafe’s eyes widen as he feigns concern. He glances down at his stomach under his shirt, pulling the fabric up with one hand, showcasing the abs underneath. Rafe uses his free hand to grab one of Milan's, dragging it down along the skin above his muscles, chuckling smugly to himself as her gaze drops, following their joined hands in their descent to the space above where his pants rested. “Yeah, m’not worried.”

“Whatever.”

“Whatever?” He murmurs, using his index finger and thumb to guide her by the chin to bring their lips together, kissing her deeply. The way she goes to pull away at the initial press of their lips together makes it clear she’d only expected a peck. But when Milan feels Rafe chase her lips she returns, meeting him again and parting her lips.

She couldn’t focus at all. Since they’d kissed in his car. Hell, maybe since he’d picked her up that morning, her brain was foggy with all things him. She knows better. She knows better than making out with boys in the middle of a nice restaurant, hand on the back of her neck, gripping his shirt. She’s dated a lot, unbeknownst to her father and much to her brother’s chagrin. But not many boyfriends. Milan hasn’t ever felt attraction like this to anyone. She’s never liked anyone this much in such a short amount of time. Rafe was all consuming. He moves quickly and basically drags her along with him.

But he was doing everything right. Holding her hand, opening doors, paying for everything. Listening when she talks, shutting up so she can chat about whatever she wanted, but being man enough to cut her off when he felt like he needed to. But still respecting her. Demanding others they encountered did too. That’s why she could get lost in this day. Despite the looks. The frowns for the disapproving older people dining in the same place as them. The scowls from jealous girls, murmuring, asking about who the hell was the girl with the Rafe Cameron. She’s the Milan Cabot. And as delusional as she may sound, she’s starting to think she and Rafe were made for each other.

When they pull away with a smack, Milan’s manicured fingers go to work wiping away the gloss she’d left on (and around) Rafe’s lips as his deep blue eyes search her face. Staring intensely. “What?”

He licks his lips, shaking his head as he sits back into his own seat, still looking at her. “Just might have to keep you.”

Milan’s lips part as she breathes out, preparing to respond, only to be cut off by the sound of a phone ringing. Rafe glances down at his pocket, pulling his phone out and immediately frowning at the caller. Milan finds herself trying to quickly glance down at the phone to see the name. Only seeing a plug emoji and a period. Rafe ignores it once, declining the call and placing the phone face down on the table. He takes a sip of his coffee and looks lost in thought as his leg bounces under the table.

The bouncing only gets worse as his phone vibrates this time and he wills himself to ignore it.

Milan slides her hand over Rafe’s knee, offering him a soft smile. “Answer it. I’ll be fine here.”

Rafe eyes her for a moment before standing, grabbing his phone and dropping a kiss onto the top of her head as he makes his brief exit. Once he steps out of the restaurant, Milan adjusts herself in her chair to view the window better, pushing up onto her knees to see Rafe pacing outside on the phone. Beyond the muffled ‘what’ he grinds out, all Milan can hear is nondescript yelling as he storms around. The vein in the side of his neck threatens to pop and Milan is smug in the fact that it’s likely not another girl on the other side of the call, and if it was, it was clearly not one that he was currently happy with.

Satisfied with her interpretation of his sudden emergency call, Milan settles back into her seat and goes back to eating her waffles. She opts for scrolling on her phone, kicking her own feet under the table as she tries to occupy herself in Rafe’s absence. And she was satisfied.

For the first 10 minutes.

By minute 15 she was mildly annoyed.

Minute 20, she was actively irritated.

By minute 25 she was fucking pissed.

When a group of older women having some early morning mimosas glanced at her for the 6th time with their lips pursed in disapproval, Milan decides she’s had enough. She huffs and crosses her arms as she finishes the rest of her latte.

By the time Rafe came walking back in she was putting her dior shades on and swinging her purse over her shoulder.

“Hey, didn’t expect that to take so long-”

“I had them box up the rest of your stuff and tried to pay on my phone. They said you already did, so we’re good to go.”

“Okay-”

“M’gonna call a car to take me home so-” She shifts her weight to one leg, looking away from him.

“A car?” Rafe’s brows furrow. “The fuck? Why?”

“Because, you’re like, clearly busy, so…”

“Yeah,” Rafe shakes his head, roughly tossing money down for the tip. “I don’t even know why I asked you that, like for real. You’re not takin’ a goddamn car. Let’s go.”

Milan turns, walking out of the restaurant with her nose in the air, ignoring Rafe’s overwhelming presence very close behind her.

“A temper tantrum isn’t how you get what you want, kid.”

“M’not a kid.” She huffs, tossing her hair and clutching her purse tighter to her side. She’d done this whole storming out of the restaurant bit without having the faintest idea about what would happen next. She didn’t actually know her way home from the restaurant. And her parents didn’t know where she was, so she wasn’t willing to embarrass herself by calling them.

Besides, she wanted him to chase her. He should sweat for making her sit there, waiting for him. Running his mouth on the phone. She was dedicating her day to him. She got so cute hanging out with him. And he’s taking fucking work calls.

“Yeah, well you’re acting like one, so-”

“I don’t care.”

“‘Course you don’t.” He laughs humorlessly. Rafe shrugs as he strolls past her to his car, pulling open the passenger door and tilting his head, gesturing for her to get in. His face is full of disinterest as he reaches into his pocket, producing a strip of gum and holding it between his teeth for a moment as he pockets the pack before pulling it into his mouth. “I’ll take you home if you wanna go home.”

Milan scowls as she looks around the area. Pretty isolated. She definitely doesn’t know her way home and he had all of her stuff in his car. She could get a ride. Just a ride home. And then she would never talk to him again. He wasn’t even sorry. He seemed exasperated at her for being annoyed. When she’d told him to go ahead and answer, she couldn’t have known it would’ve led to a 30 minute intermission on their date. Or that she was expected to obediently sit there and wait for him to come back. Yeah. She’d be blocking him when he got home. It doesn’t matter how cute he is. “Fine. I’m over this date.”

“Fantastic.” He huffs, hoisting her roughly into the car, ignoring her squeak and careful still that she doesn’t hit her head, but plopping her onto the leather seats before closing her door.

Milan wasn’t sure. She wasn’t positive exactly where her new house is, but it damn sure wasn’t in this neighborhood.

There were abandoned tires, and people with crabs and fish in weird little cages on the side of the roads. It’s decidedly…dirtier, and less…island-paradise like. The people seemed dirty and tired. It was louder and full of roadblocks. Milan’s eyes glance over at the lock on the car door multiple times, biting her lip as she scoots away from the door and silently closer to Rafe.

Rafe, who has been quiet this whole ride, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and humming irritatingly along with some song he was playing. Rafe who has been going undetected in his glances he’d sent Milan’s way, out of the corner of his vision he watches her. He’s smug at her wide eyes taking in the more impoverished neighborhoods of Outer Banks, watching her body language shift from indignant and prideful to reliant on him as he drives them deeper into the cut.

“Um…Rafe?” Her voice is small as he watches her hands grip her seatbelt. “Wh-where are we going? Because…I, this isn’t where I live.”

“Aw, yeah, I know, I know. I just uh,” He sniffs, “I’ve got some shit to handle, and uh, since you said the date’s over, I figured I could do what I had to do, before I drop you off.” His cheeks dimple as he rolls his lips inward to disguise his smirk when Milan just nods quietly, scooting even closer to him as some guys walk closely to the car to get to the opposite side of the road.

Rafe can feel the temper tantrum fading off of Milan as he pulls to a stop in front of the shithole Barry calls a house. He turns the engine off and pretends to start to get out, painting a look of confusion onto his face when she grabs his forearm. “Wait. You’re gonna…you’re gonna go in there?”

“Yeah, you can stay here and wait or you could come with me.”

He watches the wheels turn in her head as she looks around at the other houses, seeing people coming in and out of them. A dog chained to a tree next door starts barking loudly and Milan gasps under her breath, unbuckling her seatbelt and jumping out on her own this time.

She stands close as Rafe walks to the door, still careful to glance back at her and the yard behind him. He means to scare her into acting right, not put her in actual danger. He’d need to be on go if any of the shifty idiots Barry deals with is around. He wraps his arm around her as he knocks with his other hand, rapping his knuckles twice rapidly and one more time after a beat. Rafe waits a moment before pushing the door open and guiding Milan in.

“Country Club, what the fuck is up?”

He could laugh. He could audibly laugh at the squeak Milan swallows down as she sees Barry and the inside of his house. There’s drugs in bags out on the table, labeled and separated by location. Two lines are already set on the counter, a disregarded store gift card settled into the leftover powder. Milan’s manicured nails dig into his arm as Barry whistles, taking her in. “‘Sup, man.” Rafe greets, dapping his dealer, watching him closely as he refuses to take his eyes off of the girl under Rafe’s arm.

“Aren’t you pretty, Princess.” Barry grins, leaning down to view Milan’s face better.

“Thank you.” She chirps from her spot, damn near buried in Rafe’s chest.

“Introduce us, Country Club.”

Rafe purses his lips. He doesn’t want to. This whole plan of taking her out here was to scare her a little bit. Make her chill out and see he’s doing serious shit and taking care of things. Show her he’s a man who does business and if she was gonna be his girl he needed her to respect that. Barry usually curled his lip up at girls like Milan. That’s why he needs middle men, he knows that he scares them, but needs to move weight somehow. Since he and Rafe had been partners, business had been better than ever. But the way he was eyeing the woman next to him wasn’t just scaring her, it was pissing him off too.

The way Milan is clutching him, blinking up at him through her pretty, dark lashes, had Rafe wetting his lip. Right back where he wanted her. That’s it baby, need me. He smooths his thumb over her hip, tugging her even closer. “Baby, this Barry, we’re uh, business associates. This is my girl.”

“That’s your name, shorty? Rafe’s girl?” Barry runs his hand along his beard, still not tearing his eyes away from her, ignoring Rafe’s steely gaze drilling down on him.

Rafe doesn’t know what happens. But he’s pretty sure it’s the sexiest thing that he’s ever seen.

He’d seen a glimpse of this. Back when he’d met Milan’s mother. The way she was with her husband. The way she played her role in the stupid ass dance expertly, outplaying Rose for damn sure. She was the perfect partner. Participating, but letting Mr. Cabot do his thing. Looking gorgeous and unobtainable. Supporting him, telling stories that somehow end up making him seem like the man and provider that boys like young Rafe grow up striving to be. Making other men envious of the lives they don’t have and can’t afford. Being the perfect woman to complete that kind of man.

Rafe could almost nut watching Milan fall into place, shocked at her capabilities despite knowing she’s basically been bred for it. The crescents her nails are digging into his arm are left empty as she runs her hand along his forearm. Her shoulders roll back as she stands more confidently, a polite, still cautious smile on her face. “It’s nice to meet one of Rafe’s business partners.”

She’s perfect.

Barry glances between the two of them, scoffing. “Yeah, okay.” Barry turns around walking around his worn coffee table and sitting on one of the lawn chairs he has set up in his living room, leaving them the couch. His dark eyes watch carefully as Rafe sits on the stained, old couch, tugging Milan onto his lap because he’d noticed her eyeing the dirty fabric hesitantly. “Your girl gonna sit here while we talk business or what Country Club? I don’t fuckin’ know her.”

“Shut the fuck up man, she stays with me. She knows I gotta work.” Rafe says irritably, tugging Milan’s dress down again, shielding as much of her skin as possible from Barry. “Right, sweetheart?”

Milan wrenches her eyes away from the shotgun Barry has leaning against the wall leading to the kitchen to look at Rafe. “Y-yeah. Yes.”

Barry gives her a creepy grin, sending a shiver down her spine that has Rafe rubbing her arm as if she were cold. “Aww, Country Club. Isn’t she a good girl?”

“Mhm. My good girl.” Milan shifts in his lap at that, earning an inquisitive look from Rafe before he focuses in on his conversation with Barry. “What’s uh, what’s good with the shipment for Thursday? I need that shit ready at the private dock by Saturday morning. Buyer’s only here until 7:00.”

“Look, Country Club,” Barry sighs, sitting back in the lawn chair, pulling a blunt he’d had tucked behind his ear to his lips. He fumbles around in his pocket, producing a red lighter and tries to spark it to life. “My boys are ready for pickup, but those people down South haven’t picked up the goddamn phone for fuckin’ shit. My peoples can’t keep going down to the dock waitin’ for the cops to be on their asses. Not for the pennies you’re finna pay ‘em.”

“Pennies.” Rafe scoffs, shaking his head. Their broke asses should be grateful for the scraps he was willing to throw them. His knee jumps rapidly underneath Milan’s weight as his brain moves a mile a minute. The shipment was a big fucking deal. It held art pieces that some associates of his father had needed him to procure. Barry had fuckin’ sworn he and his boys could handle a job like this, and the block had been too hot from before for Rafe to be moving the merchandise himself. “I mean, they fuckin’ need it don’t they?”

Barry chuckles, blowing out the smoke from his blunt, causing Milan to turn her head from the smoke.

“Wanna stop blowin’ that shit in my girl’s face?”

The shorter man laughs again, taking another drag, this time turning his head and blowing the smoke to the side. “I don’t blame you, Country Club, pretty little thing like that, I’d be tryin’ to keep her nice and clean too.” Rafe’s jaw clenches as he tightens his arm around Milan’s waist, relaxing only slightly when she places her hand over his. “Ain’t that beautiful? Chill your crazy ass out, Country Club, I’m payin’ you a compliment. I’ll talk to my guys, aight? And I’ll hit you.”

“Get it done, man. Cause if I don’t get paid, a small cut will be the least of everyone’s fuckin’ worries, alright?”

When they get back into the car, the mask Milan had perfectly placed onto her face cracked almost immediately. Rafe watches her carefully as the look of nervousness sets back in, swimming with something else he can’t identify.

Maybe he’d gone too far. Done too much. Something about her being mad earlier made him antsy. He’d worried when she was serious about not speaking to him anymore. He fucking gets it, right? He’s not an idiot. Rafe knows no one wants to be left alone for 30 minutes on a date. Especially a first date. But if he’d learned anything from Ward it was that business is business. No matter what, work needs to be done. That’s how they can afford the nicest house on the island. That’s why Rafe and his siblings had everything they’d ever wanted and needed. Hell, its why Rafe could afford to enroll a girl he was taking on a first date in a gym membership that includes pilates classes that cost $200 per session.

But the scared look on her face was causing an ache in his chest that told him it wasn’t worth it.

“Uh, look-”

“Do you go there a lot?” Milan asks, turning in her seat to face Rafe completely.

“Nah, uh, usually I’m straight with a couple phone calls, but we needed to talk about the shipment you heard us mentioning. I didn’t mean to have to take you out here but uh, y’know.”

“And that guy, he works for you?”

“Somethin’ like that.” He shrugs.

Milan smoothes a hand over her hair, glancing out of the window and then back at Rafe. “He’s a little scary. He had guns in his house.”

“Yeah?” Rafe tosses his head back a little, resting it onto the headrest, taking a risk and placing his hand on Milan’s thigh. He buries a sigh of relief when she doesn’t move away from his soft grip. “You’re not scared of me though.”

She shakes her head. “No.”

“No?”

“No, you’re not scary. You’re…a little mean.” she huffs, dropping her own hands over Rafe’s, toying with his fingers in her lap. “It’s our first date.”

“Yeah.” Rafe hums dragging his thumb across her skin, blue eyes flicking between her eyes and her plump lips. “But, uh, I gotta work right? If I wanna keep takin’ you out on nice dates, right, baby?” He doesn’t wait for a response before he leans forward and kisses her pout, capturing her lips deeply and briefly before pulling back to rest his forehead on hers. “Gotta keep makin’ money so I can keep you feeling good about walkin’ around with a purse full of nothin’ but lip gloss right?”

Milan shifts a little in her seat, leaning back a little, only for Rafe to pull her forward a little, guiding her further over the console. “I sat by myself for a long time, Rafe. I didn’t know that call would take that long. It was embarrassing.”

Oh. Oh.

“I’m sorry, princess.” He mocks her pout with his own, pressing another heated kiss to her cheek, checking the window behind them to ensure no one was watching him coddling her out of her mood. “But, uh, you know anyone looking was just jealous right? Just like those bitches in the gym, huh? You’re just so fuckin’ pretty, and good, and your man only lookin’ at you. While all those old, little blue pill poppin fuckers their stuck with were eye fuckin’ you.” Rafe murmurs against her jaw.

It was true. Everyone had been looking at them the whole breakfast. They were the most interesting spectacle in the whole damn restaurant. Not only was Rafe Cameron strolling in with a beautiful woman, they’d openly been showing affection. Touching, kissing, feeding each other. And she was new. Fresh meat. No one had seen her before. They had to be wondering where he’d dug her up. She looked too expensive and spoiled to be a pogue, with her all Dior outfit and permanent pout on her face. But they were all obviously wondering why they hadn’t seen her before.

Staking his claim over the new girl who claimed the title of most gorgeous woman in Outer Banks made Rafe puff up his chest with pride. But he didn’t consider what the process of staking that claim meant for Milan.

He’s shaken from his thoughts by her gentle hand going to his cheek, her head tilted cutely. Her brows furrow as she stares at him “Won’t happen again, right?”

Eh. Probably. He thinks.

“No, baby.” He presses a kiss to the middle of her palm, turning into her hand.

“Kay.” She sighs, leaning back into her seat, staring forward at the road, dropping both of her hands back into her lap, rubbing them along his own large hand gripping her thigh. “So, how are you gonna make it up to me?”

To be fair, Rafe had already planned to do this.

He does not bargain with terrorists, nor does he reward bad behavior, even if it’s cloaked in the hottest girl he’d ever seen. He was not taking Milan out on his boat because he had something to make up to her. It was because he’d felt like going out there, and now that she saw that he was working on something big when he’d left her she was acting right enough for him to want to take her.

Not because he felt bad that he’d pissed her off earlier.

That’s what he tells himself as he helps her down the boat steps, her heeled sandals clacking on the hard floor as he guides her down. Her eyes are bright as she looks around the boat, her hair blowing in every direction and framing her pretty face. He snorts and nudges her face the other way with his index finger earning a giggle from her before heading over to the steps leading down to the below deck lounge area, reaching behind him for her to take his hand. The boat hands go to work quickly, the motor already whirring to life as he grows tired of her cautiously stepping down and lifts her off of her feet, taking her down the last two steps and placing her onto the deep blue couch. Milan reaches out, grabbing his hand and tugs in down next to her, tossing her legs over his lap.

“So.” she chirps, sliding Rafe’s hand back down her leg, interrupting its ascent up her skirt. “Rafe Cameron.”

“Milan Cabot.” he hums, reaching up and drawing the blinds shut. Milan swallows as her eyes follow Rafe’s muscled arm behind her head and she wonders if he’d let her trace the map of veins. She shakes her head, reopening the blinds as they feel the boat jerk out onto the water, the window giving them a clear view of outside.

“First date, and we got into two fights, that’s probably a record.” She smiles, leaning her face close to his, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Still like me?”

“Eh, you’re alright.” He shrugs, taking his hat off and placing it onto her head, chuckling when she whines about her hair but leaves the hat on. “Fuckin’ lucky that you’re cute.”

“I know.” Milan shrugs, sitting up and peaking over her shoulder to ensure none of the crew was making their way down the stairs before repositioning herself, bracketing her legs around Rafe’s and resting her arms on his shoulders. She rolls her eyes when his hands slide over her ass, pulling her more firmly into his lap. “So, let’s talk.”

“Mm, about what? Wanna fight again?” He smirks, squeezing the fat of her butt and scrunching his nose as she leans forward and bites his cheek briefly.

“Maybe later. I wanna talk about what you want.”

He drags her hips forward again. “I think it’s pretty clear what I want.”

“‘M’not asking about him,” she giggles, pointing between them at the tent in his pants. She drags her finger up to his forehead, poking a finger at him. “‘M’asking about this. What do you want from me?”

“I feel like I made that clear too.”

Milan sighs, toying with the tip of Rafe’s ear, ignoring when he briefly tries to swat her hand away. “Yeah, you took me out, called me your girl and stuff, but what does that mean? Like a relationship?”

“Too fast for you?” Rafe asks, disapproval clear on his face.

“Not really. You?”

“I uh, like to close deals as quickly as possible. I like what I like, I want what I want. The fuck would I pussyfoot around for?” He brings one hand up, lightly resting his large hand around her neck, guiding her close enough that their lips can brush.

“Who am I, Barry? You make it sound like a business deal.” She breathes against his lips.

“Isn’t that what it is?”

She doesn’t like that, pulling back a little, chest rising and falling a little more rapidly as she fights to stand her ground, the determination only causing Rafe to stare at her wolfishly, wetting his lips. “Make it sound better.”

Rafe blinks at her command, forcing his more normal thoughts to the forefront of his brain to push back the disgusting lust filled ones that threatened to spill out. His gaze focuses on her big brown eyes, and sees that same look he couldn’t understand earlier. It makes his heart beat faster and confuses him even more this time. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Her eyes widen, only making the look more clear and intense. Milan takes a deep breath, eyes flicking down to his mouth before meeting his. “I…I like you. So, make it sound better. Please.”

“I’ve never met someone like you.” He blurts. Rafe can’t stop the words, it’s like vomit. The only other time he’d been unable to have control, to choose his words carefully was… “You’re different…but you’re like me. And I uh…I want you to be for me. And I’ll…I’ll take care of you. D-don’t you want that?”

He needs her to say yes. He doesn’t know how he’d respond if she didn’t say yes. Today…being with her already felt like the new normal. He hadn’t…he hadn’t thought about Ward all day. He hadn’t craved a smoke, or blunt, or coke. She could make his leg stop jumping. She could make his jaw stop clenching. She was sent here for him. Milan had to see that too.

His rapid thoughts slow as he feels her soft hands cup his cheeks as she closes the distance between them, kissing them deeply. Rafe groans as he grips her tightly, tilting his head to kiss her deeper. Without separating from him Milan mumbles against his lips. “I want flowers…nice ones. By tomorrow.”

“Fuckin’ brat.” He grinds out against her lips before pushing his tongue into her mouth. Rafe stands, carrying her with him then lying her down on the couch, kissing along her cheek before sucking at the skin of her neck and jaw. “There’ll be rules.”

“I do well with structure.” she whimpers as his hand slides down her body stopping on the expanse of her stomach to tug her dress up and push his fingers into her panties. “Rule number one-” Milan digs her fingers into his shoulder as she feels one of his large digits push into her, causing her to arch slightly off of the couch. “I don’t put out on the first date.”

Rafe pulls back to look at her again, searching her face for seriousness and being shocked when he finds it there. But he’s even more shocked at the thought that crosses his mind next.

This woman has to be special. That’s all he can think. Because Rafe Cameron was about to do something he never does. At least not first.

“That’s uh, that’s cool.” He mumbles, his voice gravelly with want. He slowly hooks his fingers in the straps of her underwear, careful not to pull them down her hips yet. “But, uh, how about you let me make you feel good, huh? Just a taste, princess. Just lemme meet her.”

Milan glances toward the steps and then back at Rafe who made himself busy sucking a hickey into the skin on her thigh. “They won’t hear me?”

“I’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em if they do.”

There was quite literally no way she could know how serious he was.

Which is how she ended up with her back fully arched off of Rafe Cameron’s couch below the deck of his boat with his face buried between her thighs. Guys like Rafe don’t usually just volunteer to go downtown. The ones that look like that don’t have to. Even with girls like Milan. And when they do, they certainly don’t do it like him.

They don’t take their large hands and cover the expanse of your stomach, holding you in place while they suck on your clit. They don’t hook your legs over their arms and moan against your skin. They don’t grumble, ‘c’mon baby…I can’t hear you’ and ‘fuck, you’ve got the best pussy, gorgeous.’ They don’t mock your groans and whines in their deep voice, offering mumbles of ‘oh yeah?’ and ‘I know’. They definitely don’t push up and over you with their strong arms and hook their thumb into your mouth before spitting into it so you can taste yourself.

But Rafe ate her out like he was proving a point. Like he was sending a message with every kiss, every lick. She’d never had someone feel like they were so in control while they were on their knees. He demanded so much from her and barely bothered asking her to do anything at the same time. He bent her legs in whatever way he deemed convenient, assuming she would fit into whatever shape he wanted. He stared at her in warning when her legs shook and tried to close, letting her know he wasn’t done. And when she came for a second time, he told her they both knew she could do a third.

When they are both satisfied Rafe kisses her on the mouth deeply, lifting her into his arms once again, sitting back on the couch on his lap. As they pull apart he has a smug smile on his face and sweeps his thumbs under her eyes. “Aww. Did you cry for me, pretty girl?”

“Shut up!” Milan huffs, burying her face in his chest.

“Ah, don’t do that now. That’s not what you were saying a few minutes ago. Was it, George?” He calls upstairs to the deck hand walking by. Milan gasps as the man responds an obedient, ‘uh, no, Mr. Cameron.’

“Pfft.”

“Rafe!”

“Chill out, baby, He agrees to whatever I say, he’s not listenin’. If he was, he'd be at the bottom of the marsh by now.”

Milan rolls over in her cool silk sheets and stretches as much as she can, cracking both sides of her neck before swinging her legs over the side of her bed. She sighs happily to herself as she pulls her sleep mask off of her head and places it inside of her bonnet, tossing it onto her bed. Milan grabs her robe, tugging it on and snatches her phone off of her bedside table, smiling to herself when she sees her display screen. 3 missed calls and 4 texts from Rafe.

Morning, Princess. - 6:07 a.m.

Let’s make today a good one, yeah? I’ll pick you up soon. - 6:12 a.m.

Spoiled ass, still sleeping, huh? We’re going to the gym. - 6:30 a.m. Aww he tried to be patient.

Send me a picture of your face when you see it, baby. Told you I work to deliver. - 6:46 a.m.

“See what?” she mutters under her breath, putting her phone into her robe pocket and leaving her bedroom to head down the stairs. She gasps as she heads around the corner of the foyer and finds 11 large bouquets of red and white roses lining the doorway. “Oh my God.” She giggles, bending and picking up one of the large bouquets.

“There are 12 total.” Ally announces as she makes her way into the room. She places her hands on her hips as she stands next to Milan, shaking her head at the display. “And a note,” she produces a white envelope. “That I’m supposed to hand deliver because I was tipped very generously to tell your parents that these are from the Cameron family to the Cabots.”

“How…” Milan snorts, tucking her chin against her shoulder sheepishly. “How nice of them. Very nice welcome.”

“Mhm.” Ally swats Milan’s arm, whispering in her ear. “Next time, tell Lover Boy to hire some delivery guys so I don’t have to lug these all over the house, will you?”

Milan bites her lip to hold back her smile, ripping open the envelope and laughing out loud at the message.

I don’t half ass anything, I won’t start with us. If you’re in, you’re all in. No turning back now. You’re mine.

She quickly dials his number, rolling her eyes at the look Ally sends her as she makes her way back up the stairs. Milan is unsurprised when he picks up on the first ring. “Good morning. Thank you for the roses. Even if they came with a threatening message.”

“Oh, baby,” the phone balancing against her shoulder and ear muffles his voice. “It’s not a threat, it’s a guarantee.”

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theitgirlnetwork · 1 month ago

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Delirious

Lip Gallagher x reader fluff

Warning: A very soft and cuddly Lip Gallagher

(Thank you to @theitgirlnetwork for checking my work before I posted it 😅)

Enjoy!

You immediately shot up from the Gallagher’s couch when you heard the door click open and sighed with relief. They were finally home.

After a lot of annoying jabs from his siblings (some pleading from you), and the convenient dental insurance that his new job came with, Lip had finally decided to get his wisdom teeth out, and thank god too. He would never admit it, but it was starting to hurt like a bitch. It was just going to be a simple routine surgery, you knew he would be fine, but that still didn’t stop you from fidgeting and worrying all day. you had wanted to tag along but had been immediately turned down by Ian and Mickey who were picking him up from the dentist’s office, (Mickey would never miss an opportunity to see his brother-in-law hopped up on drugs and making an ass out of himself) they knew you would get upset and work yourself up. No matter how little of a dosage he would be on

Lip hadn’t wanted you to see him like that, so reluctantly, you stayed home.

“Alright, come on.” You walked over to help Ian who currently had Lip’s arm slung over his shoulder, struggling to get him inside. Mickey was following behind, phone in his hand recording with a smirk on his face.

“Hey, thanks for the help asshole” He glared at his boyfriend as he pulled his limp brother along.

“No problem.” Mickey smiled as he made a beeline for the kitchen.

“Is he okay?” you asked Ian as you gently pushed some of Lip’s curls back. He instantly melted into your touch as his eyes glazed over. He then reached over to grab your wrist and squeezed it affectionately. Well… that’s new. You thought as you squeezed back. It’s not that Lip wasn’t much for physical touch, in fact, once you started dating, he realized he preferred it, always choosing gentle kisses and soft touches (among other things) as his way of saying “I love you”, but public affection? Usually just a simple pull of your belt loop, or grazing of one anothers fingers would be the most on display.

Ian sighed as he wiped his forehead, “Yeah, he’s alright, just kinda’ out of it, the doctor said it should wear off in a bit, he should probably take his pills though.’’ You go to follow in pursuit, when a hand pulls you back down.

“Lip? You okay?” He responds by taking a piece of your hair and analyzing it with precision.

“I’ve seen you b’fore”

You giggle as you reach up to stroke his swollen cheeks, you decide, why not? Might as well take advantage of the situation before his stubborn pride comes back. “Yeah?”

“Yeah… you been around” he analyzes you once more, “You’re hot”

You can’t help but grin at his comment, although dumb, has you blushing like a schoolgirl. “Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself”. Ian entered the room with a glass of water and pills in his hand.

“Ian!” Lip whispers with no attempt at being quiet, “ook at er! She’s so hot! Isn’t she so hot?”

“Mhm, come on, you need to take this”

“She is so pretty!” Lip turns to you and boops your nose, “you’re ‘ust a pretty, pretty little lady-”

You lean in to cup his cheek and whisper. “Hey.. do you want to know something crazy?”

Lip, now absentmindedly playing with your fingers, whispers back to match your volume, “Yeah?”

“I’m your girlfriend”

“No!”

“Uh huh”

“I ont believe you”

“Would you like me to prove it to you?” Before you wait for an answer, you gently grab his chin, as he had done for you thousands of times, and place a long, sweet kiss on his lips. When you look back, he looks as though he could melt right there, in your hands. Usually you were the one that got flustered and awe-struck by Lip and his flirting, it was fun to be on the receiving end”

“You guys done?” Ian asked sardonically as he still stood in front of you, pills in hand.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ Phillip, you’re such a pussy-wipped little bitch”

“Shut up Mickey”

Well, this would be a fun couple of hours.

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Okay the way that this is so sweet. Especially coming from you? Like your character development skills? Plssss <3333

What Are You Willing To Do?

Ch. 2: Date 1 Pt. 1

Note: Thank you so much for the love you all have been showing this story so far! Thank you for reading, and for the kinds messages I have received thus far! I love interacting and seeing your thoughts and comments so keep 'em coming. I want to take this time to remind you that these characters will be flawed. Rafe is....Rafe, but we love him anyway. And Milan is...someone who is compatible with Rafe. They won't always be the depiction of a healthy relationship, but this is fiction and fun. This chapter isn't too bad, but those who have read the snippet know how it's gonna get. Once again, I have songs for this ship so if anyone is interested in them let me know, and feel free to share some with me if you catch a vibe. Finally, let me know if you have any questions or comments. Other than that, I hope you enjoy. This one is a lot shorter than chapter 1, but it is a 2 parter, so don't hate me. Love ya! <3333

“Wait.”

Rafe pauses, loosening his grip on Milan’s hair and pulling back slightly, irritated that she’d stopped him just as their lips brushed and she breathed the smoke he’d just poured into her mouth between them. “What? What’s up?”

“I don’t,” She sighs, her cool breath on his face, eyes still shut as if she’s forcing herself to pause this moment between them. “I don’t just hook up with guys, you know? Maybe we could…I dunno.”

Oh. Oh. Rafe understands. He’d…he’d forgotten himself for a moment. This isn’t some touron stumbling onto the couch next to him, throwing herself at him. She wasn’t one of those gold digging bitches that tries to fuck him with faulty condoms in the bottom of her purse. She’s the kind of girl who has her own shit. She doesn’t need him for a come up. Or at least she doesn’t think she does.

He arrogantly thinks to himself that Milan hasn’t met a man like Rafe Cameron. He’s spent most of his life preparing, becoming the type of man that can run his family, keep them safe and comfortable. The type of son fathers are proud to have and the type of man women want to give a baby. That’s the man who he’s made himself be.

Rafe had been so focused, only allotting himself time for a little bit of fun once in a while, he’d forgotten that one day he might stumble across a girl that had the potential to be a woman. His woman.

He nods slowly, a small smile forming on his face as he pulls back more, releasing her head completely and smoothing his hand back onto her knee. “Nah, I get it. We should get to know each other a little better. How ‘bout you spend the day with me tomorrow?”

Milan perches herself up at that, back straightening even more as her face lights up. “Really? You wanna spend the day with me?”

Rafe rests his head back on the top of the couch, sweeping his thumb on her bottom lip before biting his own and nodding. “Yeah, I wanna show you a good time. Get you a little more comfortable with me so I can kiss those pretty lips of yours.”

Both sets.

“Okay, wait, I’m excited. You’re gonna be my first friend here.”

“Friend?” Rafe scoffs. “‘M’not gonna be your friend, Princess.”

“Well,” Milan shrugs, “Like, I don’t know what I could call you, you’re not my man-”

“Yet. Not your man yet.” He and the woman next to him share twin smiles and Rafe only becomes more invigorated by Milan’s eyeroll and shy grin. “Roll your eyes if you want to, I’m a determined guy.”

“Determined?”

“Yeah, like I know what I like, I work for what I want, so-”

“So what?” Milan giggles, “You…you want me? I should get ready or something?”

“Yeah.” Rafe says flippantly, as if he wasn’t essentially making a threat of courtship to a girl he’d just met like 12 hours before. He wasn’t quite sure what he’d fully wanted from her yet. But the need to have her was nagging at him. Maybe it was lust. She was hot, forbidden fruit for him. He could hear the curses Ward would spit at him now if he fucked around and ruined things with this girl, made an enemy of her dad. Maybe it was how sweet she seems. He’s always liked shiny, new things. When he was a kid, he had to have stuff before his friends did. Toys. Shoes. Stocks. Maybe he’s graduated to feeling that way about women.

Something about how he doesn’t want to look away. Something about the way she was smiling at him, how he’s talked to her the most, how in a room full of guys drooling over her, those big pretty eyes were locked on him. Rafe felt like he had to look into this weird feeling she’s been stirring in his chest since he’d seen her.

It’s what’s best for Milan anyway. None of the rest of these limp dick motherfuckers should have her. They’re not real men. Not like Rafe.

Milan hums as she removes the golden under eye patches from under her eyes, massaging in the serum they leave atop of her skin. Grimacing at a gust of damp wind from outside she pads against the marble floor of her bathroom and pushes the double doors leading to the patio attached closed. “Stupid, island humidity.” She pouts as she combs through her bob again, praying for no puffiness today.

The sky fights to brighten in the early morning. It’s 5:00 a.m. and Rafe Cameron was going to be picking her up in 30 minutes.

After the party last night Sarah had run over to her on the front lawn, hugging her tightly before declaring she was going home with John B. and offering for Milan to come with them. When she declines with a smile, the blonde fixes her brother with a glare, to which he’d returned with a middle finger, and stumbled off in her man’s arms.

Rafe drove Milan back to her house and parked them out front, eyes carefully rotating between staring at Milan sitting pretty in his passenger seat, and watching for a sign of her father at the door. He let her toy with his fingers as she fluttered her lashes at him and he described what he does throughout the day, Or, rather, what they’d be doing today.

When he’d mentioned picking her up after the gym Milan had jumped at the opportunity to go with him. She loved going to the gym every morning before she’d moved and she was happy to keep it going. And it wouldn’t hurt to see Rafe work out.

It was all she could think about. It’s not just his height. Even though he’s so…so tall. At least 6’2. Rafe is big. Muscle. Strength. Yesterday he’d basically hoisted her full weight into his truck with one arm. The preppy boy polo that he’d thrown on for their families hadn’t hidden anything and his tight crew neck that he wore to the party basically outlined everything for her.

She quite literally wanted him to throw her around like a ragdoll. Or let her climb him like a tree. Whatever, Rafe is hot.

He has an intense vibe, seemingly takes himself very seriously. But, Milan figures she could relax him. Loosen him up a little bit.

They were gonna have so much fun. Smiling at her own reflection in the mirror, Milan spritzes vanilla Sol de Janeiro and all but fucking skips down the steps and to the kitchen.

“Good morning, Miss Milan, you’re awake early. I just started prepping for breakfast, but I could make you a coffee while you wait.” The private chef that her parents had hired a couple years ago had made the move with them. They’d paid for her to come with them to Outer Banks and offered to increase her salary because…well…it wasn’t their nice home in Quebec that she was used to.

“No, thank you, Miss Ally.” Milan reaches over, stealing a newly washed strawberry and biting into it. “And my parents aren’t awake, right?”

“Of course not. You know your mother won’t roll out of bed until she smells the food cooking and your dad won’t come until I’ve had to warm it up twice. Why? Are you alright, honey?”

The younger woman nods, tossing the green stem into the trash and reaching for two travel cups. “Can you keep a secret? I have, like, a date today.”

“Like a date?”

“Yeah, with a guy. He’s really cute, and sweet. So,” Milan begins sifting matcha, smiling down at the cup and resting her cheek on her shoulder. “‘M’gonna hang out with him today.”

“Less than 48 hours and there’s a boy, huh? Atta girl.” Miss Ally passes Milan the vanilla protein powder. “You’ve been worried about the move, thinking it was a bad idea, and here you are making friends.”

“Mhm, hot ones. With blue eyes and dimples.”

“And where,” Ally nudges Milan out of the way as she pours the hot water into the travel mug, “am I supposed to tell your parents you are when you’re out with Mr. Blue Eyes and Dimples?”

“Touring the island.” She chirps.

“With who?”

“Just like…generally. They should be cool with it honestly, I just know they’re gonna make it weird, but like, he’s the son of Dad’s first friend here so he shouldn’t be mad. How come he gets a boyfriend and I don’t?”

“Oh, just say that to your parents, I’m sure they’ll go for it then.” Ally snorts, whisking the eggs as Milan seals the travel mugs, laughing to herself as the girl slides both of the pink cups to the end of the counter next to her gym bag.

When Rafe pulls up outside of the Cabot house, he texts Milan before hopping out of his truck and jogging up the cobblestone. He agreed not to ring the doorbell because her parents were awake but he’d be damned if he didn’t pick her up at the door.

As he stands on at the doorstep he adjusts the hat he has rested on his head and rocks on his feet impatiently. He isn’t waiting long. The door swings open and he’s immediately hit with the sweet smell of vanilla and soon after is met with the walking wet dream carrying the scent.

“Good morning!” Milan grins, tossing her arms around his neck, bouncing up into his arms. Rafe isn’t fucking stupid, he’s quick to catch her around the waist and squeeze, relishing in the feeling of her pressed against him.

“Morning, princess.” he murmurs into her hair, squeezing her again for good measure before placing her back on her feet. “You, uh, you always go to the gym in shit like that?”

“Shit like what? Stop.” she laughs as he snaps the elastic of her leggings.

“You just look good. That’s all I’m sayin’.” He chews the gum in his mouth and nudges her chin with his knuckle, mumbling, “Watch your mouth.”

“Yeah? Thank you.” she grins, looking away from him briefly. “I made…I made you something, like a gym drink or whatever.

“That’s cute sweetheart, what do you like me or somethin’?” Rafe snorts, choosing to ignore the fact that the travel mug she was pushing into his hands was bubble gum pink. He holds his hand out to her, not even looking back as he starts guiding her over to his truck. When he hears a little shuffle from her he looks back and glances down at her feet. “What the fuck, your shoes aren’t tied.”

“Okay, one of them untied when I was making you this delicious protein shake and I didn’t wanna make you wait-”

“Christ.” Rafe grunts, unlocking his car and wrenching the door open, planting his hands on Milan’s waist and hoisting her into the seat easily. He tugs her foot onto his lap and begins tying the lace of her sneaker tightly. “Gonna break your fuckin’ neck.”

“I wasn’t gonna fall, Rafe-”

“You literally were letting me drag you down those steps.” When he’s done Rafe lifts her leg into the car, closing the door and walking around the driver’s side and climbing in. After he clicks his seatbelt on, he pauses and frowns when he sees Milan’s pout staring forward at the road. He puffs out a breath. “What? What’s wrong?”

“You haven’t said ‘thank you’. For your drink.”

“Wh-are you serious?”

“Yes. You seriously haven’t said ‘thank you.’”

“Uh…” Rafe’s brows furrow as he observes the girl. Arms crossed, dramatic frown on her pretty, glossed lips, knees pointed away from him. “Th-thank you.”

“You’re welcome!” she immediately warms up, clicking her own seatbelt on and taking a sip of her drink, moving back to the middle of her seat. As Rafe tries to sort through what quick, guerilla warfare he’d just experienced, he starts driving the car.

So that’s her game. She’s cute and pretty and pouts like a fuckin’ brat when she doesn’t feel like she’s getting what she wants. Or someone is saying something she doesn’t wanna hear. All she’s showing me is that I’m exactly what she needs.

“M’just sayin’ like your shirt’s a little slutty. Like it’s tight, I can see your nipples and everything.”

“Don’t say shit like that, what the fuck?”

“It’s like tight and stuff, like it’s a little bit of a hoochie shirt.”

“Hoo-hoochie shirt. Fuckin’ brat.” Rafe shakes his head. In the time it’s taken to drive to the gym and for Rafe to put his card down to get Milan a temporary membership, she’d clearly been trying to test him. She was pushing boundaries to see what he would and wouldn’t accept. And he would try to be patient. But the jokes weren’t gonna be as funny when he was using her mouth for what he really wanted to use it for. Not now. He had to wait. To humor her. She was cute. He’d give her that. Maybe he needed to be cute back. “Don’t work out in the damn shirt anyway,”

Milan’s eyes widen as she stares up at Rafe from where she’s stretching on the floor. She bites her lip and shifts her gaze to herself in the mirror as he easily tugs the tight shirt off of his chiseled muscles, tossing it into his gym bag next to her.

Jesus. She bites her lip, berating herself inwardly as she glances at the tanned skin he was now baring for the world to see, six pack on display as he starts doing some standing stretches. “Here, sweetheart.” Rafe crouches next to her, pushing one of his airpods into her ear. “You, uh, didn’t have headphones, so you can just listen to my shit.”

“Can we make a spotify jam?”

“What?”

“So, I can add songs too, can we make a jam? And we’d be listening to the same thing, at the same time, you know?”

“I mean, yeah, sure why the fuck not? You’re not gonna add any corny shit are you? M’trustin’ you with my workout. Like that’s pretty fuckin’ special.”

“Oh my God, Rafe, I’m…I’m sure we have basically the same taste in music.”

Rafe and Milan are at war for essentially their whole warm up. They agree to separate for cardio and then meet back up for them both to try some of each other’s usual workouts. With the shared music blasting in their ears, they both still felt like they were hanging out for the 40 minutes that they are apart. Rafe spent half of his run on the treadmill listening to Beyoncé and Sabrina Carpenter’s discographies while Milan genuinely flinched on the stairmaster with Travis Scott and 50 Cent pounding against her ear drums. Both of them looking at each other with sick satisfaction when it was their turn to pick a song, making a game out of picking something they thought would irritate the other more.

Rafe had finally had enough and started skipping Milan’s picks when the High School Musical Soundtrack started playing, eventually coming to pluck her off of her machine to start doing weights as Troy began singing about wanting his own dream.

By now they’d both finished their protein shakes and felt like they had a lot of energy. Well, at least they both did. Until Rafe started making Milan do his workouts.

She was both turned on and enraged as he demonstrates different forms of weightlifting, chuckling at her deeply as she struggles to do another set. “Mmkay, okay, that’s enough, I’m done with that.”

“Nah, you didn’t even finish that one, c’mon let’s go.”

“Rafe, no” she whines getting off of the bench. Milan immediately gasps as Rafe fists the fabric at the front of her leggings, lifting her off of her feet and physically placing her back onto the equipment.

Slapping her thigh, he offers her a no-nonsense look that lets her know that she isn’t getting up until she completes this workout to his satisfaction. “Baby, let’s go, stop fuckin’ around.”

Shit. Yes sir. “I want…breakfast food after this. Like, waffles, and butter and stuff.”

“'Let me come to the gym with you, Rafe. I wanna where my cute little outfit and not workout.'”

“Asshole.”

“Watch your mouth.”

“Wait…until we start doing my pilates workout. All those muscles will mean…nothing.”

“Yeah, you like ‘em?” He smirks, grabbing the weight to ease it down against her before helping her off. “That your excuse? Can’t focus?”

“Stop…being mean, worst date ever.” She whines, leaning her head against his chest.

Rafe pats Milan’s ass twice before nudging her into the direction of the next machine. "Best fuckin' date of your life, brat."

“Are you gonna keep staring at my butt or are you gonna try again?” Milan calls over to Rafe.

“My body is not built for that girly shit. You keep goin’ though.” He says. Milan rolls her eyes and continues on the machine, pausing when she sees the reflection of a camera flash in the mirror. “Damn, flash was on.”

“Rafe!”

“You look good, baby. I thought you’d like me to be all sentimental and shit, capture our first date.”

“Oh my God. You’re like, not even working out at this point.”

He shrugs, tilting his head to get a better view of her. “You’re the one who got an attitude when that girl asked me to spot her and made us change floors.

“She saw you with me.” Milan hisses through her teeth, pausing her movements. “She was trying to be funny.”

“Think so?” Rafe scoffs, squirting water into his mouth from the bottle he’d kept in his bag.

“Yeah, but if you liked the attention you could go back down.”

Rafe wets his bottom lip at that. Being at the gym with Milan has been fun. Turns out, he likes talking to her, which is more than what he could say for the majority of the population. She’s sexy, and doesn’t mind him being handsy. She seemed to all but expect him to pat her ass in encouragement after she finishes anything. She likes for him to teach her, guide her movements, place her on and off of machines. She likes to whine and have him sort her out. And she’s possessive. Jealous. Normally the concept of having someone police him sounds emasculating and unacceptable to Rafe. But watching her pretty little face turn into a scowl as she watched girls check him out or come up to him like they always did in the gym? It turned him on bad.

She matched his crazy. It didn’t matter that it was their first date, the same way Rafe’s lip curled in disgust as he caught the fuckheads wandering the gym eyeing her before he stepped in their line of vision, Milan would physically place herself in front of his view, guiding his eyes to her and away from any girl delusional enough to think they were as bad as her.

But her mouth when she’s frustrated. That was something Rafe was gonna have to work on. Lucky for the both of them, a stern warning seemed to be enough for now. Rafe stalks over to where she’s sitting, stepping on the machine behind her and wrapping his hand loosely around her neck, pushing the back of her head to rest on the front of his stomach. Milan looks up at him through her lashes, as he pushes his thumb into her cheek, encouraging her to open her mouth and squirting a little water in from his water bottle. He fixes her with a disapproving look. “Chill out. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Yeah.”

“I followed you up here, right?”

“Yeah.” she says softly, leaning into his hand.

“Alright then. Let’s not worry about the wrong things.”

After 3 hours at the gym the two of them hit the showers, separately despite both of their hesitation to separate again. They walk out of the building in different clothes and Rafe’s arm strewn over Milan’s shoulder, holding her hand where it came up to meet his own. He has to hide his smirk when he catches her making eye contact with the girl who’d asked Rafe to spot her as they walked out, a bright smile on her face.

He was starting to like this pretty little thing more and more. Rafe lifts her back into the car, this time buckling her seatbelt for her before getting into the driver’s side. He finds that Milan can talk…a lot. She has jumped from topic to topic in the 15 minute drive more than Rafe thinks he can in 2 hours. He’s surprised to find he doesn’t find her annoying. Rafe finds his cheeks dimpling as he listens to her yap about her favorite tv shows, a movie she wants him to watch, her plans for her next nails set and thinking about getting highlights in her hair.

All the while she rubs his bicep, leaning into him as he holds her thigh in his large hand. He offers her small mumbles of acknowledgement to let her know he’s still listening. ‘Hm.’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘Sound’s good, baby.’

“You’re not listening to me.” she sighs, looking out the window as they pull into the restaurant. “M’talkin’ too much.”

“Nah, I like that shit. I’d let you know if I’d had enough.” Rafe places his hand on the back of her headrest as he backs into the spot. “But, uh, my head’s always movin’ right? I’m thinkin’ while I listen.”

Milan watches as he shifts gears and places his truck in the middle of two spots, declaring under his breath he doesn’t want anyone ‘fuckin’ up his truck’ to justify taking up two spots. “So…okay. What’re you, like, thinking about? While you’re listening to me.”

“Uh, honestly?” He asks. Intense blue eyes rest on soft brown ones. Milan just nods, turning more toward him. “How fuckin’ hot you are. Pretty fuckin’ distracting.”

“Oh.” She says.

“Yeah. Oh. Does that throw you off or something, like, oh is a weird response-”

“No, I was just saying oh, like-”

“Okay, because, I’m being pretty fuckin’ clear and you’re-”

Milan unclips her seatbelt quickly. Before Rafe can blink her soft lips are pressed against his and before he can kiss her back she’s back in her seat, pulling down the mirror and fumbling in her purse for her lipgloss. “I wasn’t supposed to kiss you until our first date was over. I can’t believe I did that. Oh my God.” Rafe chuckles lowly as she fumbles in her purse, dropping it and spilling its contents all over her lap and the floor of the car. “Oh my God.”

“Did you, uh,” He pauses, trying not to openly bark out a laugh at her, scratching his head. “Did you only bring lip gloss and perfume? Like, no wallet. At all.”

“Okay…” Milan starts slowly, “I understand that looks bad, and like, people believe in that 50-50 stuff now, and so I shouldn’t-”

“Baby, the fuck do I look like? I wouldn’t be taking you out if I couldn’t afford to, I’m not a fuckin’ pogue.”

“A what?”

“Don’t worry about it. And don’t worry about that fuckin’ peck, that wasn’t a real kiss.” It shocks her how easy it is for Rafe to scoot his chair back and pull her into his lap. “This is the shit you should worry about.”

Rafe Cameron pulls Milan Cabot into the nastiest kiss that either of them had ever fantasized about, let alone experienced. He holds her jaw, working his own open as he pushes his tongue into her mouth, swallowing her whimpers and humming against her. He separates their mouths briefly to kiss down her neck only to drag back up to her lips, chuckling darkly when she sucks his bottom lip into her mouth, gripping her thigh with his free hand as he drools into her open mouth.

When he pulls away for the final time he rests his head back on the headrest, pushing his thumb into her mouth and releasing a breath as he watches her obediently suck on it.

By the time they step out of the car to head into the nice breakfast restaurant he’d brought her to, Rafe had willed his…friend to go down, and they had undone the damage he’d done to Milan’s makeup and hair. As he guided her in by the waist, tugging down the hem of her pretty little dress to cover the ass he’d just been gripping he felt a feeling of superiority. The woman next to him was relying on him and him alone to lead her around. All the loser fuckers they passed on the way to their table could stare all they wanted. They could take a mental picture and store it away in their sick little spank banks for later until they came to the realization they’d never get a girl like Milan and finally blew their fucking brains out. But she was here with Rafe. And that’s how he expected it to be from here on out.

He’d decided. She was gonna be his.

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