The party was packed, the energy was wild, and you? Oh, you were on your bullshit.

Rafe had been keeping an eye on you all night, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you move like he knew you were gonna start something.

And, baby? He was right.

Because the second SkeeYee by Sexyy Red blasted through the speakers, you snapped.

“OH, FUCK YEAH—”

You grabbed Sarah’s hand, tossing your hair back, and the two of you started going crazy, hips moving, throwing it back like you were in a music video.

Rafe blinked.

Kelce was already laughing his ass off. “YO, NOT AGAIN—”

Then, you turned around, locked eyes with Rafe, and rapped straight at him—

“I’M OUT OF TOWN, THUGGIN’ WITH MY ROUND—”

Rafe tilted his head.

Oh, you were pushing it.

Topper was wheezing. “YO, SHE GOT BALLS—”

But you weren’t done.

Because then, you started bouncing to the beat, rapping every damn lyric, hyping yourself up—

“I’M LOOKIN’ FOR THE H**S, WHERE THEY AT?!”

Rafe’s jaw flexed.

And then? You sealed your fate.

Because you turned to Sarah, grabbed her hand, and rapped—

“THEN BEND THAT ASS OVER, THEN I MAKE THAT ASS CLAP—”

Rafe saw red.

“OH, HELL NO.”

Before you could blink, he was on you, gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“Yeah, enough of that,” he growled in your ear.

You grinned up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Aww, what’s wrong, baby?”

Rafe leaned in, voice low and dangerous.

“You wanna play?”

Your breath caught.

Rafe smirked.

“Then let’s really play.”

And yeah…

You definitely weren’t ready for what happened next.