Page 50 of About That Pact

It was their turn to register, which only took ten minutes to finish the paperwork and get their bib numbers. She skipped the question when she was asked her mile time. Yesterday, when she ran five miles, it had taken her an hour. Granted, it had been more of a jog, but still. This wasn’t looking good for her.

They walked over to the area where racers were stretching before the race started in fifteen minutes.

“Are we going to make a pact or bet on this one?”

Surprisingly, it was her who asked. Why, she had no idea. It wasn’t like she was going to win. But it was fun to have this added benefit with Rafe.

He raised his eyebrows. “Do you want to? Not sure if you picked up on this, but winning today isn’t in your favor.”

She shrugged as the announcer went over the details on how much money they’d raised for the Leukemia foundation. After the guest speaker, a cancer survivor spoke, then the announcer told everyone to line up in the starting area.

“Maybe we make it an easy one. Like whoever wins decides what we do after the race?” She was really pushing for this.

“Deal,” he agreed all too quickly. “And what I want involves no clothes.”

Before she had time to respond, the horn buzzed loudly, and the race started.

SHE KEPT A pace of a ten-minute mile, which was an improvement on her time from yesterday. Truth was, she was in no rush to win, but was still proud of herself for doing better. Of course, she was majorly competitive, but she also knew her strengths. Once she heard him confess his mile time was at seven minutes, there was no way she was skimming ten minutes off her race time.

Instead, she enjoyed herself. She high-fived the people cheering for all of the runners on the sides. She joined in with other racers, reveling in the run and chanting motivating words. She loved the energy from the other people and the positivity she felt when she crossed the finish line.

An added bonus was Rafe waiting for her at the finish line with a towel and water bottle in his hand. Not that it mattered what he was holding since he scooped her up and spun her around. She didn’t even care how sweaty they both were, it was a time to celebrate.

“You did great for not training!”

She was ecstatic from the rush of completing the race. “Tell me honestly, how bad did you beat me? My time was thirty-four minutes.”

Rafe was already leading her away from the race and toward his car. “Enough time that we’re going back to your home for the remainder of the night and doing everything I want to do to you.”

He stopped and gazed at her with the sexiest smirk she’d ever seen on his face. “I ran it in twenty-five, so I win. I need you naked. Now.”

They got in his car, and he turned to face her. His hands slipped around the back of her head and they both moved toward each other, their lips smashing together. Their tongues banged recklessly, his teeth scraping against at her lower lip. She tugged him to get closer, desperate to get more of him.

Eventually, Rafe leaned back in his seat, out of breath.

“Fuck,” was all he said as he started driving in the direction of where she lived.

Luckily, the ride was short. As soon as they got inside, he slammed her door shut and pounced toward her. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her with so much passion, her lips felt bruised.

“That was the longest drive of my life,” he panted. “I need you. Now.”

He jerked off his shirt, then shook out of his shorts and boxer briefs. Then he did the same to her, tugging all her clothes off until she was naked.

They melded together again, sweaty and desperate for each other. Rafe growled in her ear, “Every fucking time, I can’t get enough of you.”

She sucked the skin on his neck, which tasted salty from all the sweat from the race. “Then fuck me already.”

Rafe kissed her possessively again. Marking her as his. Her hands fisted in his hair as they fumbled to the couch. His teeth dug into her neck, and she scratched his back. Her request of no marks went out the window, and they both bit at each other. He moved quickly to put protection on. They were in a frenzy for sex and the connection it brought. As soon as the condom was on, they were groping each other for more.

Charlotte straddled him and Rafe pushed up so he be inside her. There wasn’t a second to appreciate the moment and go slow because they couldn’t stop grinding against each other. She rocked fast against him, while he touched her like he couldn’t get enough. Their wild, animalistic need for each other was consuming.

Her lips met his in a messy kiss. His hands grabbed her hips, moving her faster against him. The orgasm was building between them and she was about to explode. She moaned, tilting her head back. Rafe grabbed her hair, forcing her head back more while he pounded into her.

He dropped his one hand and circled his thumb over her most sensitive clit, and her orgasm took over her whole body. It was nothing she’d ever experienced before. She screamed his name in ecstasy while pulsating around him. She slumped against him, shaking and unsure if she could move.

Rafe gripped her hips and thrust hard into her a few more times. He groaned at his release, and his head dropped to the back of the couch.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped.