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You cursed yourself and your friends as you were going up the stairs towards Rafe’s bedroom, knowing damn well that it was the stupidest idea you could’ve come up with. 

The deal was that you and the pogues needed to get a map out of Ward's safe in his office, and while he was out of town, it was the perfect opportunity. Yet Rafe, who was a constant pain in your and your friends’ asses, happened to be a big problem who could ruin everything for you.

So John B came up with the idea that someone should distract him. And all of your other friends instantly agreed, turning to face you with smirks on their faces. At that moment you were mortified, no matter how hard Sarah tried to push the idea that her brother only, for some reason, tolerated you, but eventually they cornered you, and there seemed to be no escape. 

You did realize that Sarah had a point, as you happened to be the only one of them who never seemed to get into outright shouting matches with Rafe. Sure, he was an arrogant, entitled jerk most of the time, but for reasons you couldn’t fully understand, he always softened—just a little—when it came to you. 

There was a tension between you two that you couldn’t quite put into words, a mix of irritation and something heavier, something you tried not to think about too much because you didn’t want to be delusional.

And now here you were, going up the stairs of Tannyhill, cursing your friends under your breath and trying to figure out how in the world you were going to “distract” Rafe Cameron long enough for them to break into the safe.

You knocked on his bedroom door, the sound echoing down the quiet hallway. For a moment, there was nothing, and you wondered if he’d even heard you. Then, the door swung open, and there he was—Rafe Cameron, shirtless, with his hair disheveled like he’d just woken up or had been in the middle of something. His blue eyes narrowed as they landed on you, suspicion along with a small smirk flickering across his face.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He asked, his tone sharp, as he stepped to the side in a silent invitation to his room. You hesitated but then stepped in. 

You swallowed hard, turning back to see him closing the door and flashing him the most casual smile you could master. “I was looking for Sarah, but she’s nowhere to be found. Figured you might know where she went.” You lied through your teeth.

Rafe leaned against the door, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed you. “And you thought barging into my space was a good idea?”

Your mind raced for a response. “It’s not like I’m barging in.” You said, stepping closer to shorten the distance between you two. "Just... trying to avoid wandering around this house forever. It’s huge, you know.”

His lips curled into a smirk, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Right. And you’re telling me this has nothing to do with whatever the hell you and your little Pogue friends are up to?”

Your heart skipped a beat, panic flashing through you before you forced yourself to play it cool. “What? No. Why would we be up to anything?” You quickly turned around, finally looking around the room for the first time and trying to find something, anything, to change the topic. Spotting a pile of books on his table, you stepped closer, taking one in your hand. “Oh, this is a good one. Did you—”

“You’re playing well, I’ll give you that, but I know the truth.” Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt Rate stepping right behind you. You swore he could hear you violently beating your heart in a dead silence that stretched in a room for a few moments, and with wide eyes and the fakest smile, you turned around to be with him almost face-to-face. Rafe looked careless, with both hands hidden in the pockets of his sweatpants and a lazy smirk playing on his lips.

 “No—what are you talking about? It’s just—I’m waiting for Sarah, really.” 

Rafe's gaze lingered on you, his smirk never wavering, but there was something in his eyes—a spark of amusement mixed with the kind of suspicion that made your skin prickle. He tilted his head, studying you like a puzzle he was determined to solve.

“So it wasn’t your friends whom I saw on the camera sneaking into my father’s office?” Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, everything in the room seemed to freeze. The tension in the air grew thick, suffocating. You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath, but Rafe’s sharp gaze was already dissecting every movement, every flicker of your expression.

You cursed yourself internally. Of course, he’d have cameras. And of course, he was aware of what was going on.

“What? No!” You said quickly, but the panic in your voice was unmistakable. You took a step back, hoping to buy yourself a moment to think, but his eyes never left you.

His smirk deepened as he leaned casually against the edge of the desk, like he already knew the truth. “Are you sure about that? Because I could’ve sworn I saw a few familiar faces—yours, pretty one, included—sneaking around.” He tilted his head to the side, clearly enjoying the situation between you two. Slowly, his right hand reached to take the book that you were clenching, throwing it on the table and stepping even closer to you. “Just tell me the truth, and I won’t be mad at you.”

Your mind was racing, trying to find a way out, eyes locked onto his, but it was obvious that there was no point in trying to make up another lie. 

“They—we need a map.” You shakily exhaled. “And Sarah said that I’m the only one who can distract you because… you’re kind of nice to me.” 

Rafe’s lips twitched, a silent laugh bubbling under the surface, but he didn’t break eye contact. He knew, or, better say, figured out, the truth already, but the look on your face and how flushed you suddenly became? That was priceless.

“That’s an interesting way to put it… I am nice to you.” He trailed slowly. “But you know I’m gonna have troubles because of you later, right? So at least make it worth it.” Your heart skipped a bit when a warm and rough palm touched your waist, as if burning your skin through the thin fabric of your white dress. 

His words echoed in your mind, and you swallowed, trying to steady your breath. “What… what do you mean by that?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper, betraying your growing unease. You looked down, eyes watching at his hand that felt too heavy on you. Your heart was thundering against your ribcage, now too afraid to look up, knowing that his predatory eyes were watching you like a hawk. 

He bit his lip while your eyes were focused elsewhere, taking a moment to study you up close for the first time, fighting a smile that threatened to slip through. You twitched when Rafe’s free hand cupped your face, but before you could actually process it, his lips touched yours. 

Your breath caught in your throat as you froze for a moment, torn between pulling away and giving in. His kiss deepened, and you felt a rush of emotions you weren’t prepared for—desire, guilt, and a knot of confusion twisting in your stomach. The fabric of your dress felt like it was closing in on you, as if it were the only barrier between the two of you, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted it to stay or disappear.

When Rafe finally pulled back, his breath was ragged, his eyes dark with something you couldn’t name. He didn’t release his hold on you yet, his fingers still tracing the outline of your jaw as if memorizing the feel of your skin beneath them.

Then his hand lowered, reaching your bare thighs and going up under the hem of your dress. You gripped both of his forearms, unsure of what to do. You could’ve pushed him away. You knew for sure Rafe wouldn’t force you to do anything, but the problem was... you couldn’t. Not when he traced your skin with just his fingertips, keeping eye contact and looking at your reaction. 

The air between you both was thick with tension, charged with something you couldn’t define. Your body reacted before your mind could catch up—every nerve seemed to hum at his touch, the warmth of his fingers skimming your skin sending shivers through you. You could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of it, as though he was watching every flicker of emotion that crossed your face.

Rafe’s hand continued its slow journey, moving higher, reaching the line of your underwear. He lingered there for a moment, tracing it once or twice, but when he didn’t see any signs of rejection from you, he pushed it aside, finally touching your most sensitive part. 

Your whole body trembled against his as your eyes fluttered closed, feeling him tracing his long fingers against your core. You couldn’t help but feel flushed, knowing that you were already wet enough for him to notice your arousal. Rafe lowered his head closer to yours, his lips hovering right above your ear, and you felt a smile stretching on his lips when his fingers gathered your wetness and then went up to spread it around your clit. 

“O-oh!” You twitched at an unfamiliar touch, fighting the urge to either buckle away or move your hips closer to his hand. Rafe chuckled right above you, his lips ghosting the side of your face teasingly. “Rafe—oh my god—” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling your knees getting weaker with every passing second. He pressed on your puffy clit, circling it and then moving down again.

“You gonna let me stuff your sweet cunt full of my fingers, hm?” You nodded mindlessly, your legs slightly parting for him to have better access to you. His free hand landed on your waist, keeping you in place the way he needed to. 

Your lips parted with a silent moan, hands gripping his shoulders for leverage, when you felt the stretch of his fingers slowly moving in and out of your sopping hole. Rafe wasn’t harsh or aggressive the way you expected him to be. No, he was watching your face closely, trying out the best pace and angle for you to see what exactly made your pretty little self make those sweet and breathless noises. 

“God, you’re so tight, baby.” Rafe murmured, voice low and husky against the skin of your neck. His lips then teased your skin, ghostly over your sweet spot ever so slightly until you shivered, and then he made a trail of kisses back to your lips. 

It felt intimate. Way too intimate for just a quickie as a distraction for your friends. You didn’t know what was happening, why Rafe was so sweet and soft with you, or why he felt so good, and you didn’t want this moment to end. 

You whimpered, biting your bottom lip to keep another moan from slipping out, but it was useless—your body betrayed you with every slick sound of his fingers thrusting inside you, slow and deliberate. He curled them just right, hitting a spot that made your whole body jerk forward. Your forehead dropped to his shoulder, and he didn’t stop, didn’t even pause, just chuckled under his breath, and kissed your temple like this was the most natural thing in the world.

“I didn’t think you’d really do it.” He muttered, his lips brushing your ear. “Walk into my room like that… looking all innocent in this little dress. But now I’m starting to think you wanted this just as bad.”

You shook your head, barely able to form a thought, let alone words, but your hips rolled forward, chasing his touch. He groaned softly, pulling his fingers out just to tease your entrance with the tip of one, watching you squirm.

“No?” He murmured, clearly amused. “Think we should stop?”

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, you let out a breathless cry when he slid his fingers back in and pressed his palm against your clit, grinding it just enough to make you shiver violently against him.

“I think you do.” He added, voice cocky but quiet, meant just for you. “I think you’ve wanted this for a while. The same way I did.”

You moaned, imagining him thinking about you, wanting you, and it made you clench around his fingers, sucking them deeper. You didn’t argue. You couldn’t. All you could do was hold onto him, nails digging into his shoulders as your orgasm crept up fast, winding tight in your core. Rafe knew. Of course, he did. His smirk turned downright sinful as he picked up the pace, his fingers moving faster and deeper, his palm rubbing you in just the right way.

“Come on.” He growled, his other hand gripping your jaw to tilt your face up to his. “Come on, let me feel it. Make a mess for me.”

Your body arched, thighs trembling as a cry tore from your throat, the dim room blurring around you. Rafe held you steady, working you through it, watching your face the whole time like he couldn’t look away. When you finally sagged against him, breathless and boneless, he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your hair.

You stood there like that for a moment, tangled up in him, the sound of both your breathing the only thing filling the room. Then he pulled back slightly, eyes darker now and still burning with something you couldn’t actually name. Just then, your phone on his table buzzed a few times, and your eyes widened in realization that you almost forgot why you were there. The plan. The map. Distracting Rafe. 

You reached for it, seeing a few missed messages from Sarah. 

We’re done

Get out of there 

Why the hell are you not answering?

Oh god, don’t make me freak out

He chuckled, reading the messages too, and you thought that it sounded a little bitter and not as nonchalant as he intended it to. “Yeah, you did your job. Probably should go, or they’ll think I’m killing you here or something.” He still looked at you, eyes sliding down your face slowly, as if he was looking for something, maybe memorizing you.

Rafe knew that the missing of the map that was right in the house would be a pain in the ass, with his dad’s blamings and long narratives about him being useless. But he had you right in front of him—not running away, not trying to get his hands off of you, but instead blushing under his gaze, still waiting for something as if you didn’t want to walk away yet. 

“I… Rafe, I don’t know what to say, honestly.” You whispered, clearly embarrassed. “I don’t understand what you get out of this.”

He shrugged. “I got to have you for a few minutes without your friends and my sister pouring some crazy shit about me in your head.” You bit your lower lip, unsure of what to say to that. “I’m still gonna get the map back, you know that, hm? Promise not to touch you.” Rafe smirked again, stepping back to give you some space. 

You nodded absentmindedly, twisting your fingers, feeling slight buzz in your legs.

His answer still didn’t give you much information about what it all meant for the two of you. You started slowly going towards the door, eyes on the floor, sure that Rafe was already focused on something else, but then he softly tugged your hand to the side, and before you knew it, he kissed you again. His tongue found its way in your mouth, tasting you and making you moan at the heat of it all. 

Rafe pulled away with a smirk. “Now go.”

A few minutes later you slammed a door of a Twinkie, sitting down near Pope and looking straight ahead of you—doing anything you could to not look suspicious or draw any more unnecessary attention.

“Where the hell have you been for so long?” Kie leaned over, eyeing you with suspicion. 

“I and Rafe were just talking. Lost track of time.” You almost winced at how raspy and unconvincing you sounded, so much so that all of your friends shared a look. 

“And why are you so flushed and… weird?” Sarah squinted at you, looking down your body as if trying to find something that could give you away, and when you stayed silent and just shrugged your shoulders, her eyes suddenly widened. “No.”

“What?” John B looked back at you from the front seat, totally confused and oblivious.

It seemed that Kie was the next one who understood something, and now both she and Sarah were burning a hole in your head. 

“What does it mean?” Pope merged in, equally as confused as John B. You didn’t say a word, eyes drawn to the phone in your hands. 

“Tell me you didn’t sleep with him.” Sarah’s voice was something between shock and concern, and you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding after you realized that she didn’t sound pissed off. 

“What?” You glanced at the boys when their mouths were hanging open in shock, then looked back at Sarah and Kie.

“I didn’t, okay?” You said, then added quietly. “Not… like fully…” Kie’s eyebrows were basically at her hairline at your words. 

“‘Not fully?’” Sarah finally repeated, her voice sharper now but still laced with disbelief. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Means she let Rafe Cameron do things to her that I don’t want to think about while I’m sitting three inches away from her.” Kie muttered, crossing her arms. “God, him, of all people?”

“Okay, can we stop acting like I committed a felony?” You hissed, cheeks burning hot with how much attention you were suddenly receiving, with them making such a big deal out of it. “I didn’t plan it, alright? It just… happened.”

Sarah buried her face in her hands with a groan. “My brother. My actual psycho brother.”

Pope piped up finally, blinking between all of you. “Wait. Are we saying she and Rafe…” He trailed off, glancing nervously at John B, who was slowly turning around from the driver’s seat, his mouth open.

“Bro…” John B said, totally horrified.

You rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest. “Can we not? I did what you all asked me to do. I distracted him.”

“Distraction does not equal… that.” Kie shot back, waving her hand at you.

“Yeah? Well, it worked, didn’t it?” You snapped, heat bubbling in your chest. “You got your damn map. You’re welcome.”

That shut them up. You leaned back, hands over your chest, like you tried to protect yourself from their words or glances. Girls in front of you looked away, maybe because they were angry, maybe because they realized that they did, in fact, send you there to distract Rafe—you didn’t care. With your eyes closed, your mind drifted off to the guy who was still in the house, who, unbeknownst to you, was looking out of the window at the Twinkie, which was still parked out there.

Your phone lit up with a message, catching your attention. 

Unknown: u want to come back to my room or something?

You: why do you have my number?

Unknown: because i want to

Unknown: wasn’t joking btw 

Unknown: I want to meet u again

Unknown: call me when you’re alone

You didn’t answer. You locked your phone, throwing your head back—hating him, hating yourself, mostly for even considering that option, wanting to do it. 

The Twinkie stayed silent and tense, and unfortunately for you, it didn’t even bother you when all you could think of was getting home and giving in to the devil that Rafe Cameron was.

part 2