“So he was just a convenient itch scratcher?” Rafe asked between bites.
Shaking my head, I washed down the chicken with a couple of gulps of Tecate. “Nothing of the sort. I really like Alex, but I was clear with him that you and I would be leaving in the near future. I didn’t break your son’s heart if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Rafe winced at my reminding him that eighteen-year-old Alex was his son. I’m sure it also reminded him that he’d had to kill Alex’s mother less than two days ago.
“I’m sure the boy can get over a broken heart. It’s not like he’s the first boy in history to have a girl desert him.”
I stared at Rafe, open-mouthed, wondering what was wrong with him. Then he grinned. “Just messing with you, Tess. But you’ve got to admit that having you sleeping with both my son and me is a little odd.”
“It’s not odd. It’s perfectly natural, besides you didn’t know he was your son until I told you.”
Rafe set the breast on a napkin and slipped off his jacket. He took one of the beers and popped the top.
I wolfed down the rest of the thigh I’d started on and then kicked off my boots. Standing, I peeled the leather pants down my legs and then kicked them off. I draped them over the back of my chair and sat back down.
Two additional pieces of chicken and a couple of Tecates later, I wiped my fingers off and stretched. My immediate hunger had been satisfied, and I started unbuttoning my blouse.
Rafe watched me as I slipped the blouse off my shoulders and dropped it to the floor.
“You in a hurry?” he asked.
His tone was light, but I could sense the emotions he was still holding in check. Without taking my eyes off of his, I unfastening the clips at the front of my bra and shrugged out of it. His eyebrows twitched. Raising my fists above my head, I made a point of slowly stretching out to my full height.
Rafe stopped chewing.
I moved back from the little table, stepped on first one and then the other sock, and pulled my feet out of them. I stared down at the stump of my right foot. It ended where my toes should have started. Lifting my right foot, I put my insole on the edge of the table directly across from Rafe.
“What do you think? Will you be able to finish it tonight?”
Rafe made a point of studying my foot and then he shrugged. “Should be able to,” he said. Then he continued, “With enough body contact.”
He looked up at me and grinned.
I returned his grin. Finally, the man was acting as if he wanted the same thing I did. Turning my back to him, I slowly bent from the waist and slid my panties down my thighs. When I had them off, I looked over my left shoulder at Rafe. He was sitting motionless, watching me.
Giving a little wiggle, I stood erect and turned back toward him. “I’m going to start the shower. Care to join me?”
He swallowed and nodded.
“Good, don’t keep me waiting,” I said and strutted from the room.
I made quick use of the facilities and then started the shower. I was just starting to rinse the lather from my hair when I felt a breeze indicating that the shower door had opened. A moment later, I felt Rafe’s hands on my hips. I finished rinsing, straightened and wiped a hand across my face to clear my eyes.
Rafe stood there watching me, the spray from the shower slowly soaking his hair. I picked up the washcloth I’d been using and held it out to him. “Make yourself useful and wash my back.”
Grinning, he took the cloth, and I handed him the little bar of soap I’d found in the bath. I waited until he had lathered the washcloth and then I turned my back to him and stepped back to get out of the spray. He started at my neck, sliding slowly to either side, across my shoulders and back to my spine. Moving deliberately, he rubbed the cloth across my back, easing it lower. He stopped once to get more lather and then continued down, changing his grip as he reached the swell of my hips. The cloth rubbed across my skin, roughly on the first pass, and then gentler on the return pass.
He dipped it into the crack of my cheeks, and I spread my legs to allow him access. Rafe’s fingers guided the washcloth farther, reaching past my thighs and coming up the front of my groin. I moaned with pleasure and then with one hand I leaned against the front wall while my other hand reached down and grasped his, pressing him into me. His fingers moved the washcloth against me, and I bit my lower lip.
I moaned again and then felt his fingers slide around the cloth and into my cleft. I gasped at the penetration and shuddered in pleasure.
His left hand came around to clasp my breast, and he pulled me back against him. I turned my head, and his mouth found mine. We kissed, deeply, passionately while his fingers brought me closer to release.
The long hours of my training while meshed mind and soul with my mentor had brought me close with his first touch and now my release came suddenly and shockingly hard. I spasmed violently against Rafe, and my legs grew weak. His fingers left my sex, and he supported me with both hands. I reveled in the afterglow of my climax and then I reached a hand back and pulled his face to mine, kissing him deeply.
My strength returned gradually. I turned in his hands and pulled him tightly against me. I felt his hands lifting. It was amazing how strong Rafe could be when he wanted to be. I knew it was an aspect of a Wanderer’s ability to pour his
