Rafe was bored. You could tell by the way he nodded disinterestedly to something Topper said. He leaned against the country club bar, holding a glass of bourbon loosely. He looked good enough to eat, with the way his black t-shirt clung to his muscular frame.

You reached for your phone from your purse, leaning back in your chair. Scrolling through your messages, you pulled up your last text thread with Rafe. You quickly typed out a message to him, smirking as you hit send.

{y/n} : Wanna hook up?

Rafe pulled his phone out of his pocket. You watched as he read the text, a slow grin forming across his face. He looked up from the phone and his eyes landed on you across the room. You could feel the tension crackling through the air as his eyes roamed over your body.

Rafe: Your brother would kill me

{y/n} : He doesn’t have to know

Rafe: How do you want me to make that happen? Topper will kill me.

You roll your eyes and look at his reply. Topper would kill you both if he knew you were even suggesting a hookup. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You wanted Rafe, and you knew he wanted you too. What your brother didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him.

{y/n} : Ditch him. I’m the fun sibling. And we’ll can have all kinds of fun

Rafe: Quit tempting me, princess. You know what this does to me

{y/n}: You’ve never had a woman like me. And you’ll never have another like me

You can’t deny that messaging Rafe like this, while he’s standing right next to your brother, is turning you on. Something about the secrecy of it.

Rafe: You’re trouble, princess. Meet me out back in five

love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

You grin at his reply. You knew that he wouldn’t be able to say no to you. You watch as he excuses himself from Topper and meets your gaze. He flashes you that trademark smirk of his that always reduced you to a pile of need and want. You can’t wait to have that mouth on you.