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PROTECTING YOUR GIRL

jealous Rafe living rent free in my mind. Is it too much to ask for a jealous snippet? 🙏

I think I can do that! Hahahaha.

MDNI 18+ | Suggestive language, swearing, men being gross

Logan’s morning went by fairly quickly, the oldest Maybank surprised not only by the amount of people golfing, but the amount of people drinking that early in the morning, and true to Amy’s word, the men seemed to love the idea of there being two of them running the card today, as opposed to just Amy. 

“Men are gross,” Amy finished wiping down some of the condensation before she joined Logan in the front seat, hitting the gas a moment later to continue down the cart path, “if one more asks me what we’re both doing after our shift is over…”

Logan laughed, her foot resting on the edge as she steadied herself, Amy taking the path at a quicker speed than it probably called for, “Just tell them they couldn’t handle us.”

Amy laughed at that, nudging Logan with her elbow, “Is your beau here?”

“You don’t have to call him that.”

“But it’s a secret,” Amy emphasized and Logan rolled her eyes. “Is he here? And more importantly, is he gonna tip?”

Logan snorted, “He had an eleven o’clock tee time, so he’s probably somewhere out there. I’m sure we’ll see him during our next pass.”

“Here's a few guys...I dare you to remove your padding,” Amy wiggled her eyebrows as they approached their next group of golfers, “let them see your piercings.” Logan threw her head back with a smile on her face as Amy poked her thigh, “C’mon—better tips. Guaranteed. Let's test my theory.”

“Oh, I know they will be,” Logan hopped out of the cart when it came to a stop, “it’s one of the reasons I got them pierced.”

“And Mr. Big likes them?”

“You can’t call him that,” Logan couldn't help the surprised laugh that escaped her lips, “one—he’s younger than I am and two—”

“His family is rich as fuck,” Amy poked her head around the side of the cart, “I don’t care if he’s younger. He’s basically your Mr. Big.”

“I refuse to acknowledge that nickname.”

Amy watched Logan reach into the front of her tank-top, gently pulling out the padding inside the lining of her sports bra, the two cups resting along the edge of the counter as Logan readjusted herself, “Good?”

“Yeah, they look good,” Amy nodded. “When I get my implants, can I take a photo of yours for inspiration?”

“No,” Logan swatted her friend with the padding before she stashed it in one of the storage slots, “my right tit’s smaller than the left, you don’t want these.”

“But you’re a natural c-cup,” Amy leaned against the side as Logan reached for more napkins, “that’s basically my dream.”

“You’re perfect just the way you are, Ames.” Logan gave her a pointed look, “Besides, I heard you lose sensation after they’ve been done.”

“No shit?”

“What are you two clucking about over here?”

Both Logan and Amy turned to see a few guys walking towards them, their own golf carts not too far away. By the looks of them they appeared to be in their late twenties, the brands and style of their clothing a giveaway of how much money they had. “Hello!” Amy greeted them easily, Logan smiling in response, “Just some girl talk—what can we get you?”

“We’re gonna do some shots,” one of the guys, the one with a full head of dark hair that fell over his eyes grinned, his eyes sweeping across both girls, “if you two do ‘em with us.”

“That’s kinda frowned upon…” Amy kept it light and flirty as she explained they couldn’t do that, but did manage to upsell the guys on three doubles, Logan busing herself with entering their order into the tablet. 

“What time do you get off?” The third guy, the one with a tattoo wrapped around his bulging bicep leaned against the cart, watching Amy reach into the cooler for more ice before he looked towards Logan and she didn’t miss the way his eyes immediately found her tits. “Maybe we can get a rain check on those shots until later…?”

“It might be kinda late by the time we get off,” Amy cracked the mini liquor bottle open before emptying it into the cup of ice, one of the guys having requested a cocktail after his shot, “but if you can make a hole in one…”

The guys laughed at the joke and let down, giving one another a hard time and sharing stories of how close they’ve gotten to a hole in one before, exaggerating their best games while they enjoyed their drinks. Logan finished swiping their cards, laughing at one of the jokes the guys told before handing back the AmEx and giving them a moment to select a tip and sign. The first guy who approached them took out his phone and nodded to the girls, “Can we get a photo? A couple guys in our group didn’t come today and we wanna show them what they’re missing.”

While Logan hardly ever worked the beverage cart on the golf course, she knew from Amy’s stories that men taking photos with her was not an unusual occurrence. So they all crowded together in front of the car, one of the guys taking the photo, and it wasn’t until the guy with the tattoo wrapped his arm fully around Logan’s waist that she heard the sound of an approaching cart. The man held on a little too long after the photo, his fingers spread out along her side and Logan gently, but firmly, lifted his hand off her waist, attempting to keep a smile across her face as Amy wished them well with their golf game. 

“If you give me your number…” The man’s phone was already out and directed towards her, but before Logan could decline a white glove-covered hand reached for it, a familiar presence beside her a second later. 

“Yeah, bro, ‘course.” Rafe’s voice, the one he used right before he laid into someone, sounded and the man only stared in confusion, watching the newcomer enter a phone number into his phone before he could put a stop to it, “That’s so nice of you to ask…” Logan bit her lip, eyes wide as she watched Rafe enter his phone number with a straight face, a look of horror flashing across the man opposite of him, his mouth gaping as Rafe saved the contact and then handed the phone back, “Call me, alright? We can start off with a long conversation about how no means no.”

Heyy girly love your work!! Is there any updates for ‘fuck everything, but mostly fuck you’ ? No rush!! Absolutely love this story and how you write the character dynamics

Hello anon! I’m so sorry for how long this story has been on hiatus! I’ve just moved states and starting grad so it’s been really hectic! I do intend on finishing this story tho! It has a very special and dear place in my heart!

“oversized t-shirt that looked suspiciously familiar”

*my actual face after reading that line and then rereading it 10 more times”

GURL. Any free snippets you want to give us I will gladly take. You are an amazing woman. My god. The way you write these two I just can’t deal

OMG!!! Thank you!! I’m so excited for them. If you all asked I’d tell you everything! Hahahaha (just kidding, I won’t because we need the mystery and plot! Hahaha)

But because I’m loving thinking about Logan and Rafe right now and @cdragons is so kind to humor me with all these plots and headcanons, here’s another snippet:

“A bowtie? Really?” Rafe tugged at the accessory and Logan wasn’t sure if she was impressed or amused as he slowly untied it. “And it’s not a clip on?”

Rafe scoffed, bowtie hanging undone as he ducked his head in, eyes sweeping across the house, “JJ here or…?”

“No,” Logan glanced over her shoulder as if to confirm that the dark and quiet house was all hers, “he and John B are off doing something.”

“He was at Midsummers,” Rafe lifted his hands to undo the buttons along the points of his collar, groaning when he could finally breathe just a little better. “Are you going to invite me in?”

Logan hummed, arms folded across her body as she continued to block the doorway, “I don’t know. What’d you do to JJ?”

“Nothin’,” Rafe lifted his arm to rest it on the door frame, taking her in from head to toe, liking how soft she looked in the oversized t-shirt that looked suspiciously familiar and cotton shorts. “Just reminded him he was crashing and that he has a hot sister, that’s all.”

God these two are acting so damn cute together and want them to be happyyyyyyyyyy

Do you have a snippet of Logan calling Rafe hot shot/buddy yet? 😂

I could do that! 🤣😉

18+ | MDNI | References to sex, flirting.

“Yeah, ok,” Logan rolled her eyes as she leaned over to rest her elbows on the Calacatta marble, eyes trailing across the veiny slab before she glanced toward Rafe, the oldest Cameron pulling open the refrigerator door, “whatever you say, buddy.”

It took exactly four seconds before Rafe turned his head, eyebrows furrowed, his gaze shifting away from the shelves in the refrigerator door to look towards her, watching as she rolled the Tootsie Pop around her molars, lips pursed around the white stick.

He slowly took a step back, the refrigerator door closing on its own as his frown only depended, one hand sliding along his hip, “Did…you just call me buddy?”

Logan cracked the Tootsie Pop in response, eyebrows lifting into her hairline, “Problem?”

“Um…” Rafe moved to stand near the counter across from her, his hands resting flat on the surface, “Last time I checked, buddies don’t shower together after having sex all morning…”

“Oh,” Logan pushed away from the counter, hand lifting to twirl her stick, “huh…good to know. I uh…need to make a few calls...”

Logan shrieked when Rafe closed the space between them quickly, one arm wrapping around her waist as the other pulled the sucker from her mouth, and just when she thought he was going to kiss her did he nip her bottom lip warningly, “Behave.”

Logan tilted her head back, requesting a kiss but Rafe only denied her, instead taking the Tootsie Pop into his own mouth before he released her, the open palm to his other hand lifting to slap against her denim covered ass.

Logan @ Rafe’s “mY fAtHeR wiLl HeAr AbOuT tHiS”

Are you able to give us one last snippet of Wilds Winds? I've been loving the last few! It's absolutely okay if you can't though! Only if you want to 💖

Yes!! Let's do another!! I'm so glad you're loving it!!

18+ | MDNI | References to canon drug use and underage drinking.

It wasn’t long before a third person joined Topper and Kelce at the end of the bar, the boys clapping hands and giving one armed hugs, greeting each other loudly. A glance to her left told her it was nineteen year old Rafe Cameron, recently back from his first year at UNC-Chapel Hill. Although, rumor has it that it was his first and only year at college. Apparently the university had a zero tolerance policy on finding coke in their student’s dorms, even if it was during the end of the year bash. 

He rested his hands flat on the bar, half smile across his face as he listened to whatever Kelce was animatedly telling him, both high school boys excited to talk to someone older. While they told their story, laughing and nudging each other with the backs of their hands, Rafe’s eyes wandered slightly, only a little unfocused as he took in his surroundings. Logan reached down to grab onto one of the cocktail glasses, pouring the measured gin into the glass when she felt his eyes on her. 

She turned her head, meeting his gaze briefly before reaching for one of the long spoons to stir the drink with when his voice sounded from the far end of the bar, successfully cutting Kelce’s story off. “Logan!” She passed off the beverage to one of the pool-side servers when she was done with it, smiling kindly at the girl before she tossed an unamused look towards the boys. “Did you suddenly age two years, Rafe?”

“Cute,” he called back, leaning his forearms onto the bar, smile still pulling at his lips, his hand lifting to brush his hair back and out of his eyes, “What do you have on tap?”

Logan glanced towards the bar, eyes running across her beer selection before she turned back to him, “Water.”

Kelce and Topper cackled and hooted beside him, the former reaching over to slap Rafe across the back, “Tough luck, Rafe. Look, there’s a new girl inside who doesn’t card. She made me a spicy marg last week…”

Kelce and Topper wandered off but Rafe remained leaning against the bar, his eyes trained on her, watching as she reached down to grab one of the pint glasses and filled it up. She slid it down the bar to him, the liquid sloshing over the side as she reached down to grab one of the tiny paper umbrellas she used for the fruity and blended drinks, “Would an umbrella make you feel better?”

Rafe picked up the glass, taking a sip of the water as he walked around the bar, sliding the glass along with it until he reached her, “You know what’s gonna happen, right?”

“What?” Logan rested her elbows on the bar, chin placed delicately in the palm of her hand as she humored him, “I’m going to stay out of jail and not lose my liquor license?”

“You’re gonna pour me that beer,” Rafe held her gaze and she lifted her eyebrows. “We all know how this works here. You’re the only one who refuses to cooperate. You think the club manager’s gonna be happy when he gets a call from the Cameron family about not being served?”

“I could call the police.”

“Yeah and you’ll lose your job and any other you have on the island.” He pushed the water back towards her before his blue eyes met hers, “Pour the drink, Logan, and I’ll still tip you.”

She watched him pull his wallet out, Benjamin Franklin’s face flashing her direction before he placed it on the bar and shoved it towards her. Logan reached forward to grab onto the bill, dragging it towards her before she reached down and grabbed another pint glass. She had to turn her back on Rafe to fill it, making sure to block his view of what she was doing as she poured the non-alcoholic beer into the glass. When she spun back around and placed Rafe’s drink back on the bar, she only smiled politely as he took it from her, their eyes meeting once more, her voice low enough only he could hear, “You’ve got a bit of cocaine around your left nostril. Just FYI.”

God, he’s such a bitch I love him

That snippet was absolutely incredible 😍🥵. I'm so excited for Wild Winds! If you are able to and want to, would you please be able to give us another snippet if you have time? Obviously, it's absolutely okay if not, though! ❤️

Yesssss let’s do another snippet! Although this one isn’t spicy!

18+ | MDNI | Mentions of Canon Violence, Language.

Logan slammed the Jeep into park faster than she ever had before, throwing the door open before jumping out. Tannyhill was a fortress, a massive white symbol of wealth and selfishness that just hovered in the background. A few American flag’s scattered around the wrap-around porch and in the distance she could make out the Cameron yacht anchored along the dock. Her sandals smacked against the steps as she hurried up them, eyes wild as she reached the door. Her finger jammed itself into the doorbell twice in a row, one push after another, and she just pressed into it a third time when she felt arms wrap around her body, hauling her off the porch.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Rafe breathed into her ear, manhandling her down the porch, Logan digging her heels into the planks to try to push him off, losing a shoe in the process. Rafe let her go once they turned the corner, the front door opening a second later to reveal Rose Cameron in gardening gloves.

“I’m so sick of these kids…” Rose muttered under her breath before the door closed loudly behind her.

“Let go of me.” Logan shoved Rafe away and he held his hands up in surrender, both of them breathing heavily after their little power struggle, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Rafe hissed back, crowding her into the side of the house to keep her from being seen from any of the windows, “You can’t come here in the middle of the fucking day, you know that.”

Logan shoved him hard, her hand hitting directly into the middle of his chest and Rafe took a step back. She knew it wasn’t from her strength, the man in front of her was a lot stronger than her and there was no doubt in her mind that if he didn’t want to move, he wouldn’t have. “What did you do to Pope?” Logan demanded, hands on her hips as realization fell across his face, the oldest Cameron sibling taking a step back to lean against the porch railing across from her, “Amy told me she saw you and Topper with a golf club and—and JJ says his entire fucking face is bloodied up…”

“It sounds like you don’t need to ask me what happened…” Rafe rested his hands along the railing on either side of him.

“What is wrong with you?” Logan shook her head, “Why—why would you even…”

“Your brother held a gun to Topper’s head, Lo.” Rafe shook his head, “You know that’s a declaration of war.”

“Of war?” Logan threw her head back, hands lifting to drag thorough hair, “Are you fucking…twelve?”

“JJ’s a loose canon,” Rafe shook his head, “I told you to handle that…”

“I am handling it,” Logan took a few steps away, shaking her head back and forth rapidly as she gripped her roots, “but then you go and beat the shit out of Pope? Fucking…Pope? The kid who never does anything wrong? How does that make any fucking sense?!”

“I’m not the enemy here, Logan…”

“Well you’re kinda lookin’ like it,” Logan snapped back, “who walks around and beats people up with a golf club? Topper fucking deserved the gun to his head, Rafe…”

Rafe only lifted a shoulder, his head turned to glance around the porch, as if he expected someone to step out at a moment's notice, “Maybe. Maybe not. I don’t know. I wasn't there. Remember?”