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“What mission?” 

Kiara and Rafe turned to find Cleo standing behind them, a flute of orange juice tucked in her hand. Her eyes flicked curiously between the two of them. 

“The mission of…” Rafe cast his mind about. “Being diligent about sun protection. You know, sunscreen. Very important in the summer.”

Cleo stared at him.

He got the sense that she, like Kiara, was a good bit sharper than the rest of the Pogues. 

Kiara nodded along stiltedly with his words. “SPF strategy is serious. Lots of… nuance. The ozone layer, Cleo. It’s depleting.” 

Cleo raised her brows, unmoved. “You were definitely talking about something more interesting than SPF.”

“I mean, god forbid a girl wants to protect herself from skin cancer and free radicals,” Kiara said flippantly. “The only alternative must be that we are secretly planning to unravel a toxic engagement, I suppose.”

Rafe kept his face straight, but just barely. 

Cleo’s mouth dropped open. “Wha– that was a joke, right? Unless –”

“Totally a joke,” he deadpanned. 

“Cheese on bread,” Cleo muttered, looking between him and Kie. “This – this is making more sense. You two had major plotting energy when you came in, but then I just sorta assumed it was just your usual dynamic with the usual chemistry.”

Rafe glanced down at Kiara to find her cheeks turning pink. 

“We don’t have chemistry,” she sputtered. “We… have a mutual goal.”

Nodding, Cleo replied, “And mutual longing.” She paused for a beat. “Kidding. God, y’all should see your faces. I want to hear more about this mission later.” Smiling, she turned to walk away towards one of the linen-covered tables the brunch buffet was laid out on, sipping on her drink as she went. 

Kie turned to look at him, and Rafe had the sudden understanding that he needed to play this right – he was confronting a wild animal, and if he said the wrong thing or moved too fast, he’d spook her. 

To him, it felt like Cleo was stating the obvious – but to Kiara, it was probably more like a grenade lobbed right at her carefully constructed facade. 

Before either of them could say anything, though, the door to the dining room opened and Topper, Alan, and Kelce all walked in. They nodded in greeting to Kiara and Rafe, and Alan came to stand annoyingly close to Kie. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, giving her what was evidently meant to be a winning smile. Rafe was gratified to see it had no effect whatsoever on Kie’s demeanor. 

“Actually, I’m surprised you’re such a fan of the dress,” she continued, her voice slowly recovering its typical combative tone. “Thought it’d be too revealing for your taste.”

“Alright, to be clear, it wasn’t my taste that was the problem before. It’s everyone else’s.” Rafe leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “Anyway – nah, I had a change of heart. You can wear whatever you want.”

“Oh, thank you for the permission – very kind of you.” Her sarcasm was acidic. “Why, may I ask, have you been overcome with such graciousness?” 

“Because I can fight,” he replied with a nonchalant shrug, eyeing her legs again, watching the way she shifted from one strappy heel to the other as she processed his response.

For a long while, Kiara didn’t say anything – just stared at him, her face carefully blank.

Finally, she muttered, “Let’s get back to Sarah’s room.” Trying to move past him, she reached for the small purse on her dresser. 

Rafe snatched it up before she could grab it, wrapping his other hand around her wrist over her charm bracelet and turning her body back towards him. She was uncharacteristically passive as he slid the purse up her arm and over her shoulder, smoothing his hand along the curve of her shoulder when he’d settled the strap on her. Her skin felt so smooth and warm beneath his fingers.

Rafe looked like he couldn’t decide if he was excited or confused by this turn of events. “What are y–”

Kie was close enough to him that she pressed her fingers over his lips, halting his line of question. “Stop. Talking,” she repeated, lifting her brows.

He nodded once, relaxing into the bed beneath him – and something fluttered in Kiara’s stomach at the obedience.

She dragged her fingers from his lips to grip his chin, testing the cut of his angular jaw before sliding her hand to rest at the base of his throat.

God, Kie thought, he really was such a beautiful man – the kind of man you admire without meaning to, sleek lines and quiet luxury, as if his genes knew what kind of life his flesh and blood would be born into.

Her hand slid further down, running from his collarbones down his torso, brushing her palm lightly over the growing bulge between his legs. She felt herself getting wet.

It was actually unbelievable that she’d managed to stay away from him for so many years, because now that the dam had broken, she couldn’t imagine how hard it was going to be to go back to an existence where she acted like she didn’t know exactly what Rafe Cameron was keeping in his pants.

She’d wasted the last five years forcing herself to stay away when she should’ve been right here, admiring him and his mouth-watering cock.

It’s that thought that had Kiara finding her way between his legs, kneeling on the bed and pushing her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and boxers. She tugged at them until he lifted his hips, allowing her to pull them low.

His cock sprang free with surprising force and a little laugh bubbled out from between her lips, coming from somewhere in her chest. It almost gave her pause – she’s so happy, genuinely so, at the thought of getting Rafe’s dick in her mouth, blissed out and giggly, why is that? – but before she could dissect it any further, he weaved greedy fingers into her hair and stared down at her like she could solve all the world’s problems if she just sucked his cock a little.

So she did.

Not just a little, though – she sucked his cock until he was a whining, groaning mess beneath her touch. Her hands were slick with her saliva, stroking him in time with her mouth, which she kept sealed around his shaft.

“Kie – baby, oh fu — Jesus Christ –”

He couldn’t say one intelligible sentence by the time she was pulling her mouth off him. A little halo of pride glowed in Kiara’s chest as she straightened up, wiping her lips on the back of her hand and climbing on top of him. Rafe was watching her movements with an absolutely wrecked look on his face – wide navy eyes blinking up at her, flushed cheeks, red mouth panting – and the sight of it went straight to her clit like a physical touch.

Before Kiara could blink, he flipped her around so her back was to his chest. The foot of the bed was against her mid-thighs, and his hand dragged from her throat to the back of her neck so he could shove her forward. Her forearms were resting on the bed, supporting her weight as Rafe ran his hand down the length of her back, like he was soothing a wild animal. 

“What are you –” Kie tried to push up to her hands, but Rafe kept pressure on her back, not letting her up. “Rafe.” 

 “Yes?” he replied softly. The hand on her back remained. She felt the other brush against her ass once, then twice. 

“Let me up –” Her words ended in a little gasp when he moved his hand to slip inside the bottom hem of her loose, flowy linen shorts. 

She swore she could hear him smirk at her reaction.

When a finger hooked into the edge of her underwear beneath the shorts, a nervous laugh bubbled out of her and she tried to squirm away. “Rafe, stop.”  Kiara half-heartedly attempted to push herself up again from her elbows.

Rafe let up enough for her to straighten to a right angle, allowing her to rest her weight on her hands, but maintained enough pressure on her back to keep her from standing upright. 

"You know, that’s kinda your thing,” he said softly. 

“What is?” Kiara tried to huff at him, shooting an irritated look over her shoulder. Rafe was too busy to notice, occupied with watching his hand toying with the hem of her shorts, the tip of his pinky trailing along the edge of her panties.

He hummed thoughtfully before he continued. “Sometimes you say ‘stop’ or ‘no,’ but you really don’t mean it. You mean yes.” 

She stopped squirming beneath his hand and swallowed.

summary:

Kiara has spent the past 5 years running from the Outer Banks, usually straight to anything that reminds her of home – not that she’ll admit it. Her role as a bridesmaid in Sarah's wedding forces her hand into returning back to Kildare, right into the sphere of the one person she's been avoiding the most. Rafe has spent the past 5 years building a business and a life of his own in Kildare, only to have it turned on its head when he’s maneuvered into a scheme with the girl he’s tried his damnedest to forget.

“Okay. Cut the passive aggressive bullshit,” she snapped, rounding on him. Her curls flipped around her shoulder when she turned, lashing out like a whip. “I didn’t plan for this any more than you did, if that’s not obvious. What is your problem, Rafe?”

“I’m looking at her.” The words came through clenched teeth as he crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at her.

Kie narrowed her gaze back at him, the skin furrowed between her brows.

Rafe swallowed. 

That look was all too fucking familiar. 

tags: dual POV, sexual tension, denial of feelings, denial of lots of things, just call her Kiara ‘Denial’ Carrera actually, lots of Sarah/Kie friendship, Rafe Cameron is a contributing member of society bc I said so, exes scheming together, wedding festivities, even in this alternate universe Sarah Cameron is going through it, eventual gratuitous smut (I mean...duh)

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tornado warnings series- alternate universe, multi-work series, work in progress

talking on a seesaw, teetering in the dark: 5 chapters, 23k words, covers Rafe and Kiara's relationship (pining, sexual tension, eventual smut) for most of high school starting in Kiara's Kook Year

i'll drive you home, you drive me crazy: one-shot, 6500 words, car sex, ovulation sex, breeding/creampie kink, established sexual relationship, dubious consent

the last thing i should have on my mind: one-shot, 6500 words, reluctance, dirty talk, sex at a party, Rafe being a possessive shit

right back in our rhythm: WIP multi-chapter story, time jump to mid-20s, exes conspiring together, sexual tension, eventual smut

the woods and the lovely moon - supernatural/medieval Riara AU, oneshot, halloween fic, witchcraft, minor blood/gore, size kink, 9.3k words

hard candy christmas - Rafe/Kie, inspired by A Christmas Carol, christmas fluff, 2 chapters - 11.3k words

full throttle - dirtbike Riara AU, some stalking, freaked out Rafe/Kie, 4 ch - 21k words, ON HIATUS

camping with the camerons series - multi-pairing alternate universe, cameron sibling rivalry, they both want to fuck Kie and are entitled horndogs

blood trail: Rafe/Kie, 2 chapters, 11k words, dubcon/coercion, primal play, completed work (maybe idk)

so pretty it hurts: Sarah/Kie, 5k words, mild dubcon, sarah's a perv, completed work

pretty little baby: baby trapping Riara, AU, manipulation, breeding kinks abound, 6k words, completed work

red string and pinky rings: "didn't know they were dating" trope, Riara best friend AU, 6400 words, completed work

is it new years yet?: AU, my take on a Riara holiday rom-com, snowed in trope, marshmallow fluff with side of NSFW cinnamon spice, 14k words, completed work

not your queen, i'm your dictator: 4x09 rewrite, bondage, lil bit of knifeplay, dominant Kiara, switchy sub Rafe, 2 chapters, 9k words, completed work

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“Speaking of being single and hot,” Cleo piped, sitting up straight. “What’s up with your brother?” she asked, looking between Sarah and Wheezie. “He’s got his shit together with his business and all, he’s got that whole broody, strong and silent thing going on, and he’s so –” She paused like she’d just remembered she was talking to his little sisters. “He’s attractive,” she finished blandly. 

Kie was suddenly very aware of her idle hands. She reached for her drink, then changed her mind and moved to grab her bagel, but before she could touch it, she reconsidered. Sitting back from both, she reached up to put her hair in a bun instead. 

“Yeah, he’s been single for a little bit,” Wheezie said, pausing her scrolling finger on her phone screen. “Like, he dates but… I don’t think he’s very good at it?”

A laugh burst from Sarah. “Oh, he’d be pissed hearing you say that.”

“Truth hurts,” Wheezie replied. 

“What do you mean, though?” Cleo asked, crunching a chip between her teeth. 

“He’s not a very attentive boyfriend, is the impression we get,” Sarah explained. “Especially from Sofia, his last girlfriend.” 

Feeling like she’d been silent for a suspiciously long time, Kie forced herself to ask, “Didn’t you say before he was trying to get a plan together to propose?”

Sarah nodded. “Yeah, I think that was more because she’d hinted at it enough times that he figured it was time to start thinking about it. He never got her a ring or anything.” She paused and took a sip of her drink. “Anyway, she and I got along well, so I kinda got her side of it after they broke up. It was all very amicable, but basically she felt like he never really gave her his ‘full attention.’” The words were punctuated with little air quotes. “She said she felt like he always had something else going on in his head, like stuff with the business, I guess?”