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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?”

“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.”

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.”

“Not even me?”

RAFE CAMERON, YOU AINT SLICK I KNOW YOU TRYIN TO PLAY OUT YOUR BREEDING KINK!!!

Them not using a condom 🥵 I can’t wait

18+ | MDNI | Smut

Logan tilted her head back, fingers gliding along his shoulders as he rutted into her, his hand lifting to run down her leg before taking himself into his hand. “C’mon, Lo…”

“No one gets me raw, Rafe,” Logan moaned when he drug the head of his cock along her soaked panties, “fuck.”

“Not even me?” Rafe glanced down to where he was, teasing her through the wet material, “You know I’m clean…”

“It’s not…ugh,” Logan arched when he slipped inside her underwear, the thick head of his cock brushing her lips, slowly teasing her as she clenched around nothing. Her breath came out in pants, her body desperately begging her to agree, Rafe grinding into her, his eyes dark as he watched his cock slide fully inside her underwear.

“You were saying?”

Her name is Logan, Ward, and she is worth 10000000 of you!!! 🤬🤬🤬

I love the thought of Rafe being protective over Logan, so your series is definitely for me! 😊

You absolutely do not have to do this if you don't want to, but if you have written any, are we allowed to see a tiny snippet of protective Rafe? It's absolutely okay if not, though!

We can have a small snippet!! A lot of them have spoilers, but this one seems free of them!

18+ | MDNI | Language, canon typical violence.

“I’m going to The Bahamas, son,” Ward shook his head, “and I think it would be a good idea for you to come with me. Clear your head some, get some clarity, get some space.”

“I don’t need space, dad!”

“You do!” Ward rounded the room to push the door closed Rafe was moving towards, “She’s got you so wrapped around her finger, Rafe. It’s not healthy. It’s not good. You’re jeopardizing our entire family for this…this…whor—”

Rafe had Ward slammed into the wall less than three seconds later, the picture frame of Denmark Tammy rattling in warning as he pressed his forearm into his dad’s throat, eyes blazing, gritting his teeth so hard he wouldn’t be surprised if one cracked. A few strands of hair fell along his forehead, and he only pressed harder. He was taller than his dad, and without the coke he was a lot stronger, feet digging into the floor.

“You’re not gonna ever call her that again. Do you understand me?” Rafe’s voice was eerily calm, although his words slipped out from behind clenched teeth…

He’s totally stealing one of her things 😀

Omggggg could we get a snippet of the pogues coming back while Logan and Rafe are in her room?

Here is one! Although they're not exactly in her room for this one... 🤣

18+ | MDNI | References to sex, language.

“That’s the best way to start a day off,” Logan sighed breathlessly and Rafe hummed in agreement, pressing another kiss to her knee. 

“Better than serving drinks to dumbasses trying to look down your shirt?”

“Yeah,” Logan pushed herself up onto her elbows, biting down on her lip as she looked at him, “Now I just have to deal with one asshole trying to look down my shirt all day.”

Rafe scoffed, leaning forward to slap her left ass cheek warningly, Logan giggling as he did, “That asshole just gave you two orgasms, so you might wanna be nice to the hand that fucks you.”

“Or the mouth that licks my pussy.”

Rafe laughed, shaking his head at her as he released her leg, but before he could reply, they heard the clunk and clank of a car approaching, Logan scrambling off the table as Rafe pushed the chair back, the former moving quickly towards the window to peek through.

“Fuck, it’s the Twinkie.”

“The what?” Rafe ran the back of his hand along his mouth as Logan pushed her skirt back down, hand reaching out to grab onto his bicep as she hauled him through the kitchen and down the hall towards her bedroom. 

“The Twinkie,” Logan wrapped her fingers around the door knob and pushed the door open, moving Rafe inside, “John B’s Volkswagen. They call it the Twinkie.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Logan jumped onto her bed to move towards the window behind it, reaching for the dangling rod to close the blinds, “Stay here until I get rid of them.”

“And if they don’t go?”

“Make yourself comfortable?” Logan paused in the doorway, eyes shooting towards her nightstand beside the bed and then the dresser, “but don’t be weird. I don’t want to come back to you sniffing my underwear or something.”

Rafe shot her an unimpressed look as he leaned back against the dresser, the sounds of the Twinkie’s doors opening and closing echoing through the old, thin windows, “I literally just had three of my fingers inside you…not to mention my tongue...”

“And you did a great job, gold stars for pussy eating." Logan walked back towards the door, “Don’t make a sound, k?”

Just as Logan closed the door behind her, did the front door open widely, JJ thundering in with the merry band of Pogues behind him, “Logan?”

“Here,” Logan moved down the hall, hand casually smoothing down her skirt as she leaned against the back of the couch, “What’re you guys doing here?”

“Why are you home on a Thursday?” JJ glanced around the house, frown across his face. 

“I’m not working today.”

“But it’s Thursday…”

“So?” Logan lifted her eyebrows.

“Thursdays are your late night…”

“I’m off,” Logan lifted her shoulder. “What are you guys doing here anyway?”

“I’m just lookin’ for something,” JJ was as vague as she was and she watched him wander through the living room before ducking into the kitchen and utility rooms. 

While her brother attempted to look casual, Logan glanced towards the other Pogues, “Wanna fill me in?”

“Sorry,” John B slipped his hands into the pockets of his board shorts as he hovered just inside the front door, “Classified.”

“Of course it is.”

JJ let out a groan, throwing Logan an annoyed look over his shoulder after he did a second pass through the kitchen, “Why is your underwear on the ground? Please tell me you didn't bring someone here...”

THEY’RE SO GONE FOR EACH OTHER MY HEARTTTTT

The spicy snippet of Logan and Rafe that you post a couple of weeks ago was incredible 🥵 Are we able to have another spicy snippet if you've got any more? It's absolutely okay if not, though! (This is the last time I will ask ❤️)

I could do that!! I hope you enjoy this one just as much! Hahaha

18+ | MDNI | Smuuuut

“Rafe.”

The moaning and the sounds their body made echoed around the stale house, Logan’s fingers gliding up the back of his neck and into his hair, twisting around the strands as he mouthed at her neck, moving in time with her. Sweat coated them both, a combination of no air conditioning and their activities, and Logan cried out as he rolled his hips further into her, reaching just a little further than he had been. 

“You’re so good, Lo,” he sucked on her neck, forehead pressed to the space just below her chin. His massive hands that she found herself growing obsessed with curved up her spine, one splayed out across her back before his arm wrapped around her to keep her close, his other drifting upwards along her neck, guiding her head back to him for a deep kiss. 

Too consumed in their movements, the kiss died off until they were just breathing each other in, hot hair passing between one another in a way that made Logan curl her toes, nose brushing against his. “You’re so big at this angle.”

“Yeah?” Rafe nipped her lower lip and she all but purred, tugging on his hair as he smirked back at her, his hand flattening out along her back before drifting down to her ass, “You’re takin’ it so well, doll.”

“Want more of it.”

“I’ll give it to you anytime,” he promised her, pressing against her back to push her even further into his chest, her breasts smashed against his chest, the chain around his neck leaving tiny indentations into her skin, “just say the word.”

Logan laughed at that and he kissed his way across her throat to her shoulders, nipping her collarbone teasingly, “My own personal sex toy?”

“Call it whatever you want,” Rafe groaned as she squeezed him tightly, “just make sure you call me.”

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.”

KATE, YOU CAN’T PUT A TENDER FOREHEAD KISS BETWEEN ASSHOLE RAFE AND MY ANGEL LOGAN AND NOT EXPECT ME TO FREAK OUT

Can we get a snippet of asshole Rafe? Its lowkey hot and Logan putting him in his place is gonna be my fav

We can do that!!!

18+ | Language | Suggestive Content

“Do you?” Rafe pushed off the railing, backing her into the wall as he reached for her jaw, tilting her head back to rest it against the porch siding, “Do you remember the way my mouth felt on you, Lo?” She moved to push him away again but Rafe didn’t budge, his head tilting to run his nose alongside hers, “‘Cause I remember the way your fingers wrapped around my hair when I went down on you outside the club…”

“Get. Off. Me.”

“No,” Rafe increased the pressure along her jaw before he released it, thumb stroking her chin and neck gently. Too gently. “While you pulling up here all angry and wild does get me a little hot, there are some things you need to understand.” He drug his index finger down the center of her throat, their eyes glued to one another, “The Pogues hit us, so we’re gonna hit ‘em back. Harder. Every. Fucking. Time. They pulled the gun, so we’re taking the shot. If you want this to stop, then you go back to the Cut, and tell JJ to chill the fuck out, alright? ‘Cause he doesn’t want any part of this…”

Logan felt Rafe press a feather light kiss to her forehead next, his ringed finger brushing her collarbones and she closed her eyes tightly, chest heaving with every breath she took, out of breath from her march up here, from her struggle with Rafe, and now at having him pressed almost fully against her. “What happened to being the bigger person?”

“I am the bigger person,” Rafe whispered back to her, “I didn’t go after JJ, now did I?”

Logan squeezed her eyes closed, angry with the way her body reacted when Rafe drug his fingers down her arm, his lips pressing to her hairline again, “You can’t go after people with golf clubs. It’s not ok, Rafe. Pope never did anything wrong. If one person was going to see it from Topper’s side, it would’ve been him…”

“Guilty by association,” Rafe’s thumb grazed the inside of her wrist, his fingers slowly linking with hers, “he’s a casualty.”

“You need to get it in check,” Logan swallowed thickly when Rafe rested his forehead against hers, nuzzling her gently. “This can’t happen again. Pope is a friend, he’s family, and I won’t tolerate this. Period.”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Rafe’s lips ghosted across hers, but he didn’t kiss her.

“I’ll end whatever this is, Rafe,” Logan whispered against his mouth, “I swear I fucking will. You knew what you were getting into. You know where I live and where I’m from. An attack on them is an attack on me.”

NOOOOOOOOO DONT WALK OFFFFFF

Can we have a snippet of their argument where Rafe finds out about her sex work? I’m needing some angry Rafe in my life rn 😂

I can do that!!

MDNI | 18+ | mentions of sex, sex work, language, lots of anger

Logan slammed the car door as hard as she could, the sound echoing all around the marsh as she walked around it and towards the house. A second door opened and closed just as forcefully behind her, and she just made it onto the porch before looking over her shoulder, Rafe Cameron standing at the bottom of the stairs, halfway between the porch and her Jeep as he rested his hands on his hips, nostrils flaring.

“Are you coming inside to yell or are you going to be uncivilized out here?”

“Tell me it’s a fucking joke, Lo,” Rafe drug a hand across his face and jaw, shaking it back and forth, “tell me this isn’t happening.”

Logan let her bag slide off her shoulder before it hit the ground, “It’s not a joke.”

Rafe pursed his lips, eyes staring back at her in a way that would have unnerved her before they started hooking up, before she knew him. “What?”

“It. Is. Not. A. Joke.” Logan enunciated each of the words, “I fuck people for money, good money. I—haven’t in a few weeks, but I was. Before.”

“While we’ve been together?” Logan nodded and Rafe slipped his hands into his hair, gripping the strands at the root as he shook his head back and forth, pacing a short line in the grass, “What the fuck, Logan?”

“Look. If you’re worried about STDs or—”

“That’s not what I’m fucking worried about!” Rafe all but yelled, whirling around to walk towards her, taking the steps up to the porch, “Logan! God—are you this fucking dumb?”

“Fuck you!” Logan shoved his chest but he held his ground, the jaw muscle she’d kissed countless times flexing as he gritted his teeth hard enough she thought one might crack, “Fuck you—you have no right—”

“I have no right?” Rafe was on her quick, hand sliding around her bicep before he walked her back to the house, her back hitting the closed front door, “Why don’t you tell me again that I have no right to be pissed off about this when I was balls deep inside you three hours ago!”

“You don’t under—”

Rafe’s voice lowered and Logan swallowed thickly, her eyes glued to his as he stared back at her with so much intensity she thought she might forget to breathe, “Then you better open that fucking mouth and make me understand.” He released her, taking a few steps away from her as he flexed his fingers out before clenching them again, “Because I’m about to walk off this fucking porch and never look back.”

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…”

I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR

i can’t tell you how many times I’ve read the wild wind chapters and snippets. do you think we could get one with Logan calling Rafe daddy? 🫣😳

I’m so glad you’re enjoying it! That means so much!! Thank you!

And yes, I think we can! With all the new Drew content, we can definitely celebrate. 🤣

18+ MDNI | Sex, breath play, daddy kink, pure filth, and everything in between.

“Rafe…”

“Want you to be my good girl this morning, Lo.” Rafe’s voice was deep and thick with sleep, just a hint of his accent coming through, the one he lost the higher up the sun went as his expensive schooling took over, “Can you do that for me, doll?”

Logan nodded, her hips shifting to try to get his fingers where she needed them, but he only pulled his hand away, sitting up on his elbow so that he could move the sheets off them, the chilly air hitting her skin. He drug his hand up her leg before curving over the swell of her ass, his other pushing the waistband of his boxers down.

Logan whined when she felt his hard length against her thigh, his smooth head running back and forth between her lips and she arched her back, one hand coming to slide up the back of his neck and into his hair while the other gently cupped her breast.

“I love when you touch yourself,” Rafe groaned as he watched her play with her nipple, the piercing visible through the sheerness of her nightgown, “gets me so hard.”

“Maybe…” Logan felt a soft pant escape her mouth when Rafe parted her legs, the thick head of his cock nudging her entrance as he teased her. Still on her side with him half above and half beside her, she drug his head back down to hers to kiss him, nipping his bottom lip teasingly, “You should get your phone then, daddy.”

Rafe bucked into her and Logan kissed him harder, their kiss much hotter, all tongue and teeth until they parted. Rafe kissed her nose, running it along hers as he asked, “Are you sure?”

Logan nodded and her heart swelled at him checking in, gently tucking some of his wild hair behind his ear, “I’m very sure.”

Rafe turned to grab his phone, and Logan watched him navigate his way to the camera, her nails raking up and down his arm, massaging his bicep as he worked to prop it up opposite of them and when he hit record she could feel just how turned on he was between her legs.

They kissed slowly, Logan kissing him thoroughly and when Rafe’s hand slid along her throat he squeezed it lightly, her fingers lost in his hair as he kissed his way down the side of her neck and over her shoulder. He nudged the strap down, the material loose enough that it drooped and he gently pulled it further down, exposing her breast to the air and camera, Logan moaning her approval when he twisted her piercing.

He glanced up from her breast to make sure he had it in frame, pawing, squeezing, and stroking her as she pressed her legs together, his cock bobbing against her leg. Logan arched her back more, one hand sliding behind her to grasp him in her hand, massaging his damp tip as he flattened his hand on her stomach, lips dragging back over her shoulder.

She opened her legs, confirming that the camera could see it all before she brushed herself against him, Rafe groaning as he worked to line himself up, swiping along her to confirm she was ready before he plunged inside her.

Logan cried out, hand gripping him by the back of his neck as he began moving, one hand still resting on her throat while the other gripped her ass, flattening out before a smack echoed around the room. She moaned loudly as he soothed the sting by gliding his hand over her cheek, and when she felt his breath against her ear she had to keep herself from finishing right there.

“So fuckin’ tight, Lo.” They moved faster with each other, the bed shaking as the headboard knocked into the wall, “So good for me.”

“Only you, daddy,” Logan squeezed him intentionally, “fucking me so good…”

Rafe groaned, hips rocking and Logan reached for the phone, holding it to get a better angle.

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.

Logan & Rafe: *basking in each other’s love and being soft and domestic and all that jazz*

JJ: I GOTTA PISS

Can we get a snippet of JJ interrupting them? 👀

We can have that 😉

Read Wild Winds here!

18+ MDNI | Language, shower sex, smut, sex interrupted.

Logan slipped her fingers into Rafe’s hair, forehead pressed to his as they kissed slowly. The steam from the shower filled the small room, and Logan was so thankful for the window shedding just a little light into the bathroom, making three thirty in the afternoon feel a little more romantic than it normally did. Rafe’s fingers spread along her spine and Logan arched into him, breasts pressing lightly into his chest, the hard metal of her piercing contrasting with her soft skin as he deepened the kiss, inhaling sharply through her nose when she gently nudged him with her knee. 

“Ever done it in the shower?”

Rafe nodded, lifting a hand to slide along the base of her throat as she felt the shower wall against her back, a slow moan slipping from her mouth as he squeezed gently, thumb pressing to the middle of her throat. “Could kiss you all day.”

“Please,” Logan breathed against his lips and Rafe groaned, hand flattening out along her back and running along the curve of her spine until he was able to palm the fleshy part of her ass. Water droplets stuck to their eyelashes and Logan lifted a hand to brush some of his hair away from his forehead, her lips grazing his jawline.

She drug her hands down his chest, her gaze following their path as she teased his nipples, eyes shooting to his face to see his reaction before drifting lower, feeling the fine hair below his navel that traveled south. He was hard against her hip, begging for attention and she gave it to him willingly, fingers circling his length before her thumb brushed across his tip, Rafe’s head tilting back breathlessly as she teased him. “I’m so hard, Lo…”

“I know you are,” Logan stroked him slowly, teasingly, as she pressed a light kiss to his collarbones, “you’ve been so patient today.” He nodded, swallowing thickly as she increased the speed and pressure, her own eyes flickering down to see him reddening further, his smooth head just begging for a kiss, “Have you been good, Rafe?”

Rafe’s hips jolted as she cupped his balls and he groaned, arm sliding around her to pull her closer, mouth connecting with her own as he kissed her senselessly. His other hand gently lifted her leg up, locking it along the crease of his elbow before he wrapped his other hand around hers and Logan gasped when he brushed the space between her legs, her body calling to his as he teased her, coating himself in her before he slipped inside. 

The stretch was good at this angle, her head falling back against the shower wall as Rafe eased his way inside of her, his lips attaching to her ear as she adjusted to the size and position, squeezing him tightly to let him know just how much she was enjoying it. “Let me in, baby,” Rafe begged, hips pausing, “you’re so tight.”

Logan closed her eyes, mouth opening to kiss him just as a loud noise sounded from somewhere inside the house, both of them tensing immediately. However, before they were able to respond to the noise or move, another loud sound came from the closed bathroom door. “Let me in!”

JJ sounded just a little frantic and Logan had to shake her head to try to clear it, unsure how to respond with Rafe seated so deep inside of her, filling her so well. “What…?”

“Let me in,” JJ knocked again, “I gotta take a piss. Open the door.”

“I’m literally in the shower!” Logan pressed her forehead to Rafe’s shoulder to muffle her moan as Rafe nudged that spot he loved to tease, “Wait like…twenty minutes.”

Rafe snorted into her neck and Logan drug her hand up his stomach and around his hip, squeezing his ass warningly, her mind briefly drifting to how firm it was as he smiled knowingly down at her. 

“Lo-gan!” JJ whined, “I gotta go and we’re in a hurry!”

“We?” Logan’s voice reached a higher octave as Rafe snapped his hips and she squeezed her eyes closed, a soft pant leaving her mouth as the bathroom door opened. Logan gasped, gripping Rafe’s shoulders as she whipped her head in the direction of the door, glad that they were hidden by the green opaque shower curtain, “What the fuck, JJ?!”

“I gotta piss!” The toilet seat landed loudly against the porcelain tank and the sound of JJ Maybank peeing filled the room next, Logan squeezing her eyes closed, both angry and mortified she was in this situation right now. “It’ll take like three seconds! Relax.”

Rafe’s body vibrated with silent laughter and Logan only rolled her eyes, her body begging her to move, too full with Rafe to think straight. He seemed to read her thoughts or feel the same way, Rafe slowly moving, Logan shaking her head to keep from crying out when he did. She clutched him to her, nails digging into his back to keep him from moving further as she waited for JJ to finish buttoning his shorts, the toilet flushing a moment later, sending freezing cold water through the pipes. Her boyfriend, in all his Kook experience, had clearly never had this happen before, jumping enough that Logan had to knock the shampoo bottle over to keep his startled hiss from being heard by their intruder.

IM FEELING SO MANY EMOTIONSSSS

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO STOP THERE????

I’m ready to see Rafe give Logan the look and her reaction 😮‍💨

Ooooooh. Ok, ok, ok. We can do that. 🤣

18 + MDNI | Language, references to sex, Logan’s a brat and Rafe’s had enough.

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Logan slammed the car door, not even bothering to apologize as she clicked her seatbelt into place, Rafe climbing into the other side. The leather of the steering wheel squeaked as he gripped it, starting the Range Rover a moment later.

She kept her gaze trained on the dark tinted window, slight frown between her eyebrows, ignoring Rafe as he buckled his seatbelt and put the SUV into reverse, pulling out of the parking lot before setting off down the road. It was quiet, and Logan watched out of the corner of her eye as Rafe turned on the radio, soft music playing as he idled at a stop sign, and just as he made the left hand turn did she lean over and turn the radio off.

If the mood hadn’t been so tense, and if she wasn’t so annoyed, she may have laughed at his expression, the man beside her doing a double take, before he cleared his throat, wrist dangling from the steering wheel, “You gonna pout the rest of the night or are we going to talk about this?”

“Who gave you the right to talk to Ron?” Logan lit into him and Rafe kept his eyes on the road, “Huh? Just because I suck your dick you think you can get involved in my work conflicts?”

“I don’t know if you know this or not,” Rafe said slowly, “but you’re kinda a push over, Lo. The dude’s taking advantage of you and I’m sick of it.”

“It’s my job—”

“Can we at least wait to argue until we get home?”

“No,” Logan lifted her feet and pressed her non-slip work shoes directly onto the dash like she knew he hated, arms folded across her chest, “I think I’d like to talk about it now. Why do you think you get to tell my boss about my problems with a coworker? At what point did you hear your name involved?”

“Logan…”

“I’m serious,” Logan’s voice only raised as Rafe sighed heavily, “I’m not a puppet, I’m not your thing, and you will not get involved in this. I told you yesterday I didn’t want you involved, and yet, less than twenty-four hours later, here you are!”

“Can—”

“I won’t be controlled. I’m not some wannabe Figure Eight princess, Rafe. I don’t need you to save me, I don’t want you to save me, and if you even fucking think of doing that again, I’ll—”

Rafe pulled the car over almost immediately and Logan scrambled to grab onto the handle, head turning to stare at him as he all but slammed the car into park, turning in his seat with a look that had her closing her mouth, eyes wide as he looked back at her.

“Or you’ll what?” Rafe asked, his eyes searching her face, “What are you gonna do about it, Logan?” Logan struggled to find the words, her gaze locked on his as he waited for her to respond, a single eyebrow arching as he waited, “Well? I’m listening. If you’ve got so much to say, then say it. Tell me how I'm doing the wrong thing by making sure my girlfriend isn’t walked all over by assholes. Tell me how talking to your boss was the wrong thing to do.”

Logan only remained silent and Rafe leaned over, sliding a bit of hair behind her ear before his fingers trailed down her jaw to slide under her chin, eyes searching hers as he looked at her with an expression she hadn’t seen before, not fully, at least, “What’s the matter, Lo? Cat for your tongue?”

“I—”

“You’re gonna listen to me,” Rafe brought her closer, his nose burning against hers, “that’s what you’re gonna do. Starting now—get the fuck out of the car.”

Literally Rafe in this snippet

Can we get a snippet of angry/frustarted Rafe? 😍

We can have slightly jealous and frustrated Rafe, if that works? 🤣

Read Wild Winds here!

18+ MDNI | Language, references to sex.

By the time intermission rolled around, Logan found herself trying to stay awake, the movie more boring than she thought. Beside her, Amy and Nate had already moved closer, Amy’s hand resting just a little too high on Nate’s thigh to be friendly. Thomas was fully laying down now, hands resting behind his head, nudging her foot from time to time when he noticed the other two getting touchy.

Pushing herself into a standing position, Logan tugged on the hem of her shorts before stretching, “Gotta pee—back soon.”

Neither Amy nor Nate heard her and Thomas just waved in acknowledgement. She glanced towards her brother and his friends, noticing them whispering together and she only shook her head, not at all wanting to get involved in that.

Rafe was still in his seat further back, although both Topper and Kelce were nowhere to be seen. The oldest Cameron slouched back with a flat look across his face. “Who’s the guy?”

Logan paused in front of him, her hands sliding down her bare arms, wishing she remembered to bring a jacket. “What guy?”

“The guy playing footsie with you all night.”

Logan frowned, shaking her head slightly before realization crossed her face, however, before she was able to continue, she spotted Topper and Kelce coming out of the bathrooms.

She moved past Rafe and after several long seconds, he joined her behind a few of the larger trees near the restrooms. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Are we seeing other people now?”

Rafe looked incredibly displeased, hands shoved into his pockets and hat pulled on backwards, a look that very much made her brain short circuit. She took a step closer to him, hands running along his shoulders and down his arms until they found home on his narrow waist.

“Are you jealous, Rafe?”

“Cut the shit, Logan.”

She couldn’t help but laugh softly, gently tugging him towards her as she looked up at him, the boy in front of her still with his hands in his pockets and sour look across his face.

“I think Thomas is probably much more interested in you than he would be in me.” She squeezed his sides, taking just another step closer as she studied his face. When Rafe didn’t immediately get what she was saying, Logan rolled her eyes, “He’s gay. Thomas wouldn’t want me if I was the last person on earth. You have nothing to worry about. I already told you that.”

Rage exhaled slowly, his shoulders loosening considerably as he pulled his hands from his pockets, both palms landing on her lower back as he pulled her into him, “You're sure?”

“Um…very.” Logan nodded, “I walked in on him and Anthony Reynolds senior year. They were in the locker room and didn’t realize practice was starting. They’re lucky it was just me and that I’m not startled by blow jobs easily.”

“I…think I could have lived without that image.”

Logan smiled, tilting her head up to request a kiss, Rafe giving her a soft one a moment later, “Enjoying the movie?”

“No.” Rafe’s straight face and deadpan answer had her giggling, “I’d rather be making out with you. Why aren’t we doing that, again…?”

“I promised Amy.” Logan looped her arms around his waist, chin resting on his sternum, “but you can kiss me now…”

Me at the beginning:

Me at the end:

KATE WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME???

do you think we could get a spicy snippet early on with Rafe and Logan? 🫣🤭

We could do that! Hahaha.

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18+ MDNI | Suggestive content, flirting, smut

Logan just reached into the bag dangling over her shoulder when she felt a hand reach out for her elbow. Fully prepared to have to fight her way out of this, she released the surprised breath she was holding when she spotted Rafe Cameron a few feet away, her back slowly finding the wall.

“What are you doing?”

“I saw you getting ready to leave while I was at dinner,” Rafe pointed behind him and Logan glanced towards the dining room. One of the less formal ones, she could see men and women dressed casually as they enjoyed their dinner. At a far table, she could just briefly make out Sarah and Wheezie and she assumed Rose and Ward were there as well.

“How’s the prime rib?”

“Fine,” Rafe stood in front of her and she eyed him closely, taking in his posture and expressions, trying to figure out which Rafe she was dealing with. His eyes weren’t dilated and he appeared to be breathing normally. “Wheezie ordered dessert and then we’re leaving.”

“You didn’t want any?”

Logan bit down on her lip when he moved closer, one of his hands pressing into the wall beside her head, his other gently finding space on her waist, his reply barely above a whisper, “That’s why I’m here.”

“What happened to it being a one time thing?” She asked, aware of the way Rafe’s finger rolled circles along her side.

“We both know I was lying.”

Logan couldn’t help but laugh, her hand lifting to fix his collar, letting her fingers trail along his shoulder and up to the side of his neck, “The parking lot’s probably empty…”

Rafe shook his head, invading her space as he flattened his hand on her hip, slowly dragging it down her thigh until he could tease the edge of her skirt, “Want it here.”

Logan sighed, her head leaning against the wall as Rafe’s hand glided up her thigh, disappearing under her skirt and she let a soft breath of air escape her parted lips when his fingers grazed her underwear.

“Looks like I’m not the only one ready.”

Logan snorted, dragging him closer to her, their foreheads connecting as he pulled her underwear aside, fingers and knuckle teasing their way between her lips, “Your family is over there…” she gasped when he dipped a finger inside her, testing out how wet she was, Logan fluttering as he slowly drew a circle around her opening, “Anyone could walk by or see or—”

“Tell me that doesn’t make it better,” Rafe slipped his index finger inside her, and Logan arched against the wall, mouth parting to breathe him in as he brushed his nose against hers, the feel of his long finger making her brain buzz.

Logan couldn’t help but moan, eyes closing as he twisted his wrist, fingers stroking that spot no one had ever successfully found but her toys, her hips eagerly rolling into his hand.

Rafe pulled his fingers from her before she wanted him to, a whine she should have been embarrassed about escaping as he brought his hand out from her skirt, her eyes glued to his as he licked his fingers clean, taking his time to suck the taste of her off.

It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. Rafe dressed in clothing that cost more than any of hers, broad shoulders looking so good in his blue polo, the color causing his eyes to pop as his hair just barely escaped the gel, falling across his forehead as he lewdly licked his fingers. Relishing in the taste of her.

“Just what I needed,” Rafe’s whisper fanned across her mouth and Logan sighed, searching his face as he slipped both of his hands around her waist, pressing her into the wall, “Taste so good, Lo.”

She kissed his chin, her hands sliding over his arms, “Did you get enough…?”

He shook his head, eyes glued to hers, “Think I need more.”

“I think so too,” Logan wanted to gasp as she felt his hands wander down her hips, watching as he started to lower himself to the ground when they heard the sound of a door opening, both of them jolting apart.

I AM SO READY FOR THESE TWO TO GET TOGETHERRRR

feeling fragile today. could we possibly get a soft rafe wild winds snippet?

Oh my goodness! I hope you’re feeling a little better! Take time for yourself! Remember that you’re important and not alone!

Of course we can have a snippet!

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MDNI 18+ | Suggestive conversation and feelings.

Logan held her breath, eyes glued to Rafe’s as he stroked her leg, his long fingers gliding up and down her shin. The atmosphere was thick and charged and she felt herself tingle as his fingers gently ran over her knee. Briefly his eyes shifted from hers to her legs and Logan pivoted slightly, extending her legs further to give him more area to feel.

It was wrong. On so many levels it was wrong. Rafe was a Kook, a drug addict, a drop out, and she was fairly certain he had an anger problem, but the Rafe sitting beside her, drinking a Stella Artois beer was someone else. The same someone who loved his baby sister, who gave her rides home so she didn’t have to walk, who fixed her fucking car as a thank you.

His hand ran back down her leg all the way to her ankle, toying with the gold anklet she had around it, adjusting it so it laid correctly against her skin. “Do you want to go for a swim?” Rafe looked up at her, eyebrows lifting and she bit her lower lip, “I don’t have a suit, but I’m sure we can make do…”

Rafe released her leg, his actions serving as an affirmative response, and Logan slowly pushed herself up to stand before unbuttoning her denim shorts, letting the material fall down her legs and pool at her feet. The boy beside her seemed to take in her freshly exposed legs happily, eyes focused on the lacey underwear she wore next. She kicked the denim off to the side before pulling off her tank-top, the material landing on top of the shorts, leaving her in a matching bra, bits of lace along the cup.

She took a step towards the edge of the pool, Rafe sitting up straighter with interest as she dove in, the cool water hitting her overheated skin seconds later.

Logan came up for air after pushing off from the bottom, water stuck to her eyelashes as she looked over at him, her legs kicking to keep her head above water, “You gonna join me or just be a creep?”

Rate laughed, tugging off his polo before unbuttoning his shorts and Logan tried not to stare too hard at the sight of him in his boxer briefs before he dove into the pool after her.

READ THEM TO FILTH LOVELY!!!!

Can we get a snippet of angry Logan? 👀

Yessss! Let’s do that! 😉👀

MDNI 18+ | Boys being gross, references to sex, language, Logan’s angry.

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Rafe slipped his hand over her shoulder, gently pulling her towards him, Logan going easily now that their argument was resolved, and just as his lips touched her forehead did her attention shift.

“She’s gotta be a virgin, dude.”

“I dunno,” the newest member of the valet team shook his head, the same guy who mistook her as a guest a few weeks ago, “I think the innocent look is just an act. Virgins are hard to find.”

“I’m telling you,” she turned her head fully despite Rafe trying to hug her, seeing one of the guys a grade above JJ talking. Andrew—she was pretty sure that was his name. “She’s a total virgin, and I gotta have it.”

“Who are they talking about?” Logan asked, more to herself as she felt Rafe’s wrists cross to rest on her lower back, tilting his head up so she could slide under it.

“I don’t kno—”

“Imagine those big eyes looking up at you…” Andrew swatted the new guy with the back of his hand, both of them laughing, “I gotta pop that cherry, it’s killin’ me thinking she’s untouched.”

“Be careful, bro. JJ’s not gonna let that happen. Dude’s basically pissed a circle around her…”

“Ellie?” Logan pulled away, her shoulders tightening as she felt Rafe reach for her arm, “They’re talking about Ellie?!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rafe pulled her back when Logan moved to walk in their direction, “you can’t go around cracking skulls because people are talking, doll.”

“Oh yeah?” Logan pulled her arm from his grip, “Fucking watch me.”

“Logan—”

Although Rafe was stronger, Logan was faster, moving quickly away from her car where Rafe had parked it before he could grab her hand, watching as the valet stand, and by extension the boys, grew closer.

The boys noticed her before she said anything, the new one averting his gaze as Andrew leaned against the stand, “Logan—good to see you this fine Wednesday afternoon. I thought you worked this morning?”

“Yeah, I just got off and I couldn’t help but overhear you talking…” The color in both boys’ faces drained and Logan rested her hands on her hips, “You think Ellie’s a virgin, huh?” No one said anything, simply blinking at her owlishly, “What? You can’t talk anymore…?”

“W—we were just taking,” Andrew cleared his throat, “it wasn’t meant to be heard by anyone else…”

“Does that make it ok to say?” Logan asked, “Ellie’s sex life is none of your concern unless she chooses to discuss it with you. God forbid she invites you into it, so why don’t you two find something else to talk about, huh? Discussing your coworkers sexual history should be far from any of your conversations. It’s disrespectful, it’s gross, and it’s basically an HR violation, so…”

Andrew held his hands up and the new guy looked about ready to wet himself, both of them nodding with slightly parted lips before Logan turned to step off the curb, prepared to return to Rafe and her car when an all too familiar Camaro rolled to a stop right in front of her.

Christopher’s shit eating grin greeted her and Logan only exhaled as he pushed open the door and climbed out. He was dressed in a nice suit she hadn’t ever seen him wear when they were together, adjusting the jacket as he crossed in front of the vehicle, shiny metal watch catching in the sunlight.

“She givin’ you boys a hard time?” Christopher asked, stretching his arm out to hand over his car keys.

“No, sir…”

“Mhmm.” Christopher handed over a few folded bills after his key, stepping up onto the curb with his designer dress shoes, “I know a Logan Maybank ass chewing when I see one. Word from the wise, just nod and let her lose steam…”

Logan scoffed, her blood starting to heat more.

Christopher paused, pulling the sunglasses off his face before he winked at her, dark eyes lingering on her with a twinge of something that only made her more angry, “She likes a few other things too after that, but uh, you’re probably too young for her…” He looked her over, gaze flickering pointedly over her shoulder beyond his car, “Or are you into the young ones now, Lo-Lo?”

A sickly sweet smile formed across her mouth before she said, “Choke on your lunch, Chris.”

“Right back at you, sweetheart.”

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Tagging @cdragons since Ellie belongs to her! Read her story here!