If This Is Who I Think It Is

…if this is who I think it is…

Can we get another Rafe/Logan snippet? 😍

We can!!

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18+ MDNI | language, minor violence

Chaos erupted almost immediately.

Startled shouts and swears echoing all around. The glass landed on the ground not but five seconds later, just barely missing the guy’s bare foot. Ron was in absolute shock and Logan felt Ellie’s hands on her shoulders as the guy shot up from the lounge chair, his own face twisted in anger. But before he could reach Logan, Rafe and Topper were in the middle of it, Topper pushing the guy back as Rafe hauled Logan away, everyone panting, chests heaving.

“The fuck is going on?” Rafe stared down at her and Logan shoved his hands away, her own shaking from the adrenaline rushing through her veins.

“Ask him,” Logan lunged but Rafe caught her by the waist, her arm and finger extended in the guy’s direction…

*toe curl activate*

sneak peak 🙂‍↕️

I NEED THIS SOTRY YESTERDAY KATE

Can we get a snippet of jealous Rafe? 😮‍💨

We can do that!!

18+ | MDNI | Suggestive flirting, language, just a shake of spice 😉

“This better not become a regular thi—”

Logan wasn’t able to finish her thought, Rafe’s hand sliding along the front of her throat, tilting her head back as his lips moved from her neck to her ear. Her mouth opened slightly when he squeezed and she may have been embarrassed by the breathy moan that escaped if she hadn’t been so turned on.

Her hands rested on his hips, fingers tugging on the hem of his polo before running under the material to feel his warm skin, automatically pulling him tighter against her, Rafe groaning into her ear when she did.

“What’s his name?”

She could feel his teeth along her lobe and her eyes fluttered closed when he turned her head again, lips reattaching to the spot below her ear that she knew was already red.

Logan bit her lip, pretty sure her eyes were about to roll back if he kept sucking on her neck like that, “Who?”

Rafe chuckled and Logan moaned again when he squeezed her neck, cool rings brushing against the sensitive skin there. He pulled his face away, hovering over her in a way that would have been menacing if she didn’t know better, “Exactly.”

He drug his nose along hers and Logan parted her lips when his hand shifted further up her throat, thumb brushing along her bottom lip before he slipped it inside, pupils dilating when she sucked on it lightly before saying, “I have to make tips, Rafe…”

Rafe shook his head no, forehead resting against hers as her arms wound around his waist, hugging him as her wrists locked at the small of his back. “Fuck that,” he said, “if one more douche asks for your number...”

Logan nipped his lower lip before soothing it with her tongue, “Anyone ever tell you that you’re kinda cute all jealous?”

Rafe lifted his hand to brush his thumb along the angry red mark he sucked onto her skin after one of the tourons dressed in an IZOD touched her elbow, leaning across the bar before he asked what time she got off. “Gotta let everyone know you’re not interested, don’t I?”

“I don’t know…” Logan searched his eyes when he pulled away, “He said he rented a BMW…” Logan’s sentence was cut off, laughter filtering out of her mouth as Rafe slapped her ass warningly, her hands flattening along his back before traveling up and over his shoulders, “Kiss me and remind me why I’m not interested.”

YOUR HONOR, I LOVE THEM!!!

Can we get a little bitty snippet of the overstimulation? 👀

👀

18+ MDNI | Oral sex, mentions of sex, sex.

Logan giggled as Rafe lifted her up and onto the hard surface of the counter, her fingers sinking into his hair as he mouthed and kissed her throat, his hand frantically moving to pull at her skirt, groaning when he finally pushed it up enough to slip his fingers under.

“Tell me you’ve been bare all day.”

“All day.” Logan all but purred into his neck, teeth scraping against his Adam’s apple as he stroked her inner thigh, “I left them in your bed…”

“Fuck, Lo,” Rafe hissed when she wound a leg around his own, pulling him that much closer, his fingers teasing her under her skirt, “how am I supposed to go back out there knowing you aren’t wearing underwear?”

Logan lifted her hands to run up his chest, fingers feeling the many buttons of his shirt as she kissed the underside of his chin, “You can fill me up first…?”

Rafe almost came in his pants, whining as he lifted his hand to cup her jaw, kissing her deeply. “I don’t have time, baby.” He kicked himself for turning her down, but he knew they’d be interrupted if they did, his dad was watching him closely and if he was gone that long Ward would surely know. “But…”

Logan threw her head back when he slipped his fingers inside her, head resting against the mirror as Rafe set the pace. She bit her lip, letting out those noises that drove him wild, his eyes glued to the space between her legs as she eagerly sucked him in.

“I’ve been good, Rafe…”

“I know, baby,” he brushed his thumb across her clit and Logan whined, “you’ve been so good tonight. Putting up with all of these assholes.”

Logan’s first orgasm washed over her quickly, and she was almost embarrassed how fast she came around his fingers, breathing heavily through her nose when Rafe groaned, pulling out to see how she coated him. While he had just enough restraint to not fuck her right then and there, he didn’t have enough to deny himself a treat, lifting her up and spinning her around towards the plush chair in the corner, Logan clutching at his shoulders as he got to his knees, diving into her waiting pussy.

Logan felt electrified, head tilting back as Rafe parted her legs, tongue rolling into her at a pace that promised more, her fingers digging into his perfectly combed hair as he demanded a second orgasm from her. His eyes lifted to look at her and Logan’s lips parted, her thighs shaking as he sucked on her clit, his fingers easing back into her.

“Rafe…”

He hummed around her and Logan’s entire body jolted, a startled cry falling from her mouth as he nipped and then sucked again, his fingers moving faster. Her thighs tried to squeeze his head but he held them back, shaking his head at her as he pulled off and slipped his tongue back inside, his fingers toying with her wet clit.

“Fuck.” Logan arched and squirmed and Rafe only continued his pace, tongue and fingers working together to give her a third orgasm, her voice echoing around the empty locker room as she cried out and moaned his name, her hips rolling into his face.

She expected him to let up, to kiss her thighs and make a comment about wanting her wet the entire night until he could fuck her properly after, but he only dove in again and Logan gasped, shaking her head back and forth as he lifted his eyes to her face, “Rafe—Rafe. Too much, oh my God. Too much...too much!” Her body lurched and she squealed when he brushed his knuckle against her, grinning as she giggled softly, tugging him away from her clit and up to her, arms wrapping around his shoulders as they kissed deeply.

She tasted herself, Rafe’s mouth and chin dripping, and he lifted up to rest his hands on the arms of the chair, hovering above her enough they could see each other. “I’ll pick you up after work,” he promised softly, fingers running up her neck, tilting her chin to better see her eyes, “and I’ll fill you up then.”

Logan nodded, gently taking his thumb into her mouth, Rafe groaning as she licked and kissed it, his eyes darkening and pants tightening enough that he regretted not trying for a quickie. However a knock sounded on the locked door and he was quickly reminded why he didn’t try, pulling his thumb from her lips before he leaned down to kiss Logan softly before he stood to deal with his dad.

RAFEEEEE

LOOK AT YOUUUUUU

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.”

*FACE DOWN FISTING BANGING THE TABLE* YESSSSSSSSSS

LET’S GO RAFE, LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Do you have anymore snippets of jealous Rafe? I ate that last snippet UP girl. I would do awful things for a man like Rafe 🥰

YES! In honor of OBX 4 stuff coming out, let’s have a snippet!!

18+ MDNI | mentions of sex, prostitution.

“Hey—don’t I know you from somewhere?”

Logan was horrified, pure panic seeping into her bones as she stared at the man across from her, one hand clutching at the grocery bag while the other rested against her chest, her heart racing from being startled and trying to get out of the store before Biya realized what she bought.

She last saw the man standing not five feet from her several months ago. One of her first clients, Logan wasn’t sure if she should feel relieved or offended that he didn’t remember her. She was without a full face of makeup, and she supposed in the oversized t-shirt and distressed cut offs, she didn’t look anywhere near as good as she usually did in lingerie and heels.

“Um…” Any eloquence she pretended to have flew out the window as she stared back at him with wide eyes, “I—don’t think so?”

He came closer, tucking the expensive sunglasses into the front of his button down shirt, the crisp white sleeves folded up to his elbows. “You look so familiar,” he eyed her closely, “did I buy you a drink…?”

Logan winced, vaguely remembering how thick the alcohol had been on his breath when he tried to stick his tongue down her throat. But instead she said, “Not that I remember?”

He reached forward to touch her elbow, eyes sweeping her face and Logan took a step back, attention flicking off to the side as a few uniformed officers got out of their squad car, heading into the nearby deli for lunch and Logan tried to roll through all the information she knew about North Carolina’s legal system, when she felt a hand slide along her shoulder, another moving to back the man in front of her up.

“Everything alright here, baby?”

Logan glanced sideways to see Rafe Cameron standing there, his own expensive sunglasses across his face as he stared down at the man who approached her. Rafe towered over them both, and Logan watched the man release her arm, shaking his head back and forth, “Sorry, I thought I recognized her…”

“I don’t know where from,” Rafe shifted and Logan had never been so relieved to have Rafe this close to her, his hand lifting from her as he moved just enough that his shoulder was in front of her now, “we’re on our honeymoon. From the West Coast.”

“I must be mistaken…” The man scrambled as he took another step beck and Rafe nodded in agreement with him, “sorry to have bothered you. Congratulations, by the way. Enjoy your visit…”

It was one of the most awkward moments Logan had ever experienced, and Rafe waited until the man turned the corner until he turned to look at her.

“Honeymoon?” Logan arched an eyebrow, “Really?”

“A thank you would be sufficient.” Rafe slipped his hands into his pockets, “Or do they not teach manners at Kildare High?”

“Oh they teach us something, alright…”