𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟗

CHAPTER THIRTY NINE unspoken words(contains smut)

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THE CONFINED BATHROOM Rafe and I were in had already steamed up, hindering the image of my reflection in the mirror. There were traces of foamed toothpaste all over my chin, unable to prevent them seeing as I had no image of myself to criticise.

"I think there's something on your face." the boy laughed, placing his arms around my waist.

I bit the plastic in between my teeth, holding it still as I flashed both of my middle fingers up at him. He continued laughing at my actions, following up with a trail of kisses on my neck.

Although obstructed by his acts of affection, I tilted my head over the sink, rinsing out what was left of the mint taste in my mouth. His hands were quick to move to either side of my ass, pulling me closer to his lower torso. The hold he had on me was lusted and possessive, taking full advantage of the position I was in.

"Bending over for me already? I thought we'd save that for later." he snarked, keeping his grip on my skin firm.

"You're bold to assume I'm gonna let you fuck me so fast." I turned slightly in order to gain sight of the smirk he possessed, keeping my body pressed against him.

"So you'd rather fuck me, if that's what you're saying?" his hold travelled to the hem of my shirt. "I'm not complaining."

"What I'm saying," I began, lifting my arms to aid Rafe in taking off my clothes, "is that you're not always gonna be the one in control. It'll be fun to see you beg for me instead of the other way around."

"Trust me, I won't be begging." his eyes fixed to my exposed chest, the hunger in his state proving the statement wrong in an instant.

"We'll see about that, I'm willing to bet on it." I lifted his chin with my index and middle fingers, bringing him back to an eye-level glance.

"I'm interested."

"Whoever lasts the longest wins. Loser has to do whatever the other wants tonight, no pussying out."

I watched as he ran his tongue over his teeth, clearly surprised at the proposal I'd made. Considering how used I was to the idea of taking control during sex, every word I spoke was backed up by the thoughts in my mind. I always stuck to my word and, if anything, I wasn't bound to lose a bet I'd created.

Leaving him standing in shock, I removed the last of my clothing and stepped into the shower. The pre-heated water coated my body- a contrasting feeling to the cold I had to endure at my house. I spun myself to face the entrance, anticipating the moment Rafe would join me.

As much as I'd enjoy our little game on my part, there was no telling of what he had in mind in order to win.

I picked up any bottle of shampoo I could find, taking advantage of the lone time to do what showers were intended for. The smell of roses lathered in my palms as I raked through my hair, replacing it shortly with a similarly scented conditioner. My face hit the water again, focusing more on myself than waiting for his arrival.

As if his presence was timed, Rafe ran his hands down my exposed back, his touch reaching places his lips couldn't. He first kissed down the curve of my neck, taking a second to make his signature mark. He'd made the same movements countless times before, yet I still found myself melting under each touch like it was new.

"Took your time." I tore away from him, wringing out the last of the product from my hair.

"I thought you'd appreciate the head start, looks like I was right."

My eyes paced up and down his build, running my fingers along the prominent muscles on his stomach. There was no point in hiding my attraction to him, knowing that he craved all the things I did. I remained under the warm shower whilst taking the body wash into my palms, torturing him by just using self-inflicted actions.

Abiding by the rules of our bet, Rafe's fingers met the place I needed him most in, slowly starting to circle around my clit. My jaw hung open to allow a faint moan to escape, failing to keep focus on my previous moves. The sound gave him a green light to continue, progressively picking up speed the louder I got.

"Don't let me stop you." his free hand helped to wash off the remainders of the soap, "Composure, right? That's the game."

"You're getting off on this too much." I exhaled.

"Of course I am, just look at you. You're all mine. Every inch of you is mine." he linked his lips with mine, muting any further gasp that was due to slip out.

"Really?" I paused our kiss, aware that my question would make him prove his point how I wanted.

"Every fucking inch. Need me to remind you any more?"

I let him fulfill his part of the bet with each increasing movement, eventually needing to grasp onto his shoulders to keep me standing. Breathlessly, I used the arms that were wrapped around him to switch our positions under the water, seeing his proud expression swiftly fade away.

I ensured to keep direct contact with Rafe's eyes as I dropped down to my knees, playing by every trick I knew would drive him insane. My hand fixed around his erection, slowly palming up and down whilst continuing to look at him.

"My turn." I said, waiting for a reaction whilst I placed the tip into my mouth.

The pace of my hand remained steady, needing less movement now that my lips were doing the job. My tongue dragged in circles over his skin, easing out a sequence of profanities on his part. Just like how I'd been weak under him merely a matter of minutes ago, his grip on the shower railing clarified that the feeling was reciprocated.

With my glance still glued on him, I noticed his eyes roll backwards, giving me a sign to go deeper. I took in what I could until the back of my throat started to tense up, making up for what was left with my palm. His remaining hand tangled into my soaked hair, thinking he still had control over some part of how I made him feel.

"Touch me again and I'll stop." I released him from my mouth for a split moment, taking him in further once actions replaced my words.

Despite me trying to move his hold away, Rafe's fingers tightened in place, the pain unexpectedly bringing a sense of pleasure. My moan took the form of a soft hum, causing a similar sound to come from his lips. The salty taste in my throat made me aware that he was close to finishing, to which I pulled away instantly.

I stayed on my knees as I wiped any residue from the corner of my lips, the smile that I left behind being the opposite of his confused expression. After all, the point of our bet was to see who could last the longest, and it was already proven that I was closer to winning than he was.

"The fuck was that?" he breathed.

"The best blowjob of your life, I'm guessing." I got back onto my feet. "I'll leave you to take care of yourself, doubt you'll be here for long."

"Camille—"

"Don't be a sore loser. We both know if I stayed for a second longer you'd lose your shit." I smirked, admiring the pathetic state I left him in. "Don't we have plans? A girl has to get ready."

"I'm gonna get you back for this, just you fucking wait." he shook his head.

"Not tonight, though. Remember, I'm the one who gets full control, like we agreed. I'll leave you with that thought, have fun."

My feet left behind a mark of soaked footsteps, all leading back to the main bedroom of the house. It was still strange attempting to navigate around the foreign mansion, more so since I hadn't even fully gotten used to Tannyhill's layout.

Like every time Rafe and I had something planned, I caught onto a dress that was hung on the closet door. Since I wasn't particularly familiar with the idea of being spoiled in the past, the clothes he bought for me became the most cherished gifts I'd ever receive.

For the longer moments that I admired the dress, the more I realised that he must've at least done some form of research into what I actually liked. Even if they were gorgeous, the gifts he normally bought weren't something I would've been caught dead in. Regardless of how pretty they were, nothing matched my personal style quite like this one.

I slipped into the long-sleeved fabric, the pale white colour helping to highlight what was left of my summer tan. The frilled skirt fell just at my mid-thigh, my height often becoming an accessory in his choice of dresses. As if it was tailored to my exact measurements, the material clung to every curve of my frame, making me admire the reflection that stared back at me through the mirror.

"I keep outdoing myself, huh." Rafe held onto my shoulders, spinning me so that our faces were breaths apart.

"You need to stop spoiling me, as much as I love it." I smiled, cupping his face with my hands.

"I have the money, why not spend it on you?" he snickered, preventing any comment of mine that followed with a soft kiss.

The kiss we shared was different to all the ones that came before. It was tender and purely out of affection, not needing any sexual intention to fuel it. There hadn't been a single day with him that made the butterflies in my stomach fade away, but the moment we had sparked them up all over again.

By some miracle, I'd survived the fall I was so scared of facing all this time.

"We don't have much time to waste. Get ready." he pulled away, planting a final peck on my lips.

"Says the asshole who's still in a towel." I reached over for the hairbrush that was coincidentally within arms distance.

"Why are you complaining?" he smirked.

I bit into my cheek to hide my defeated grin, returning my focus to my appearance. The towel I'd wrapped my hair in did most of the job in drying it, permitting me to leave the rest to air out. My eyes couldn't help but fix to Rafe's bare torso, keeping the gaze on him as he pulled a grey polo over his head.

"I can literally feel you staring at me, Cami. Enjoying the show?" he joked, my stares retreating as a result of being caught.

"Maybe I was." I turned around, seeing his towel replaced by black Levi's.

Keeping his back turned to me, he leaned over to grab something from the bed, the sight of thin blue fabric toyed between his fingers clarifying just what he was holding.

"Think you forgot something." he laughed, finally meeting his eyes with mine.

"'Forgot' is a strong word." I took the underwear from his hold, "Ever occurred to you that I could've left them there on purpose?"

Rafe struggled to form a sentence in response, only shaking his head with laughter whilst he walked back off to the bathroom. His lack of a snarky comment surprised me, to say the least. For someone who was so set on winning our bet earlier, he was surely starting to prove himself wrong.

Therefore proving me right, which was something I enjoyed more than I was willing to admit.

"Wheezie didn't bring my fucking hair gel." he eventually returned to the bedroom, his voice riddled with frustration.

"Good." I responded, "It's a sign, stop doing that awful slick back. Your hairline will start receding by the time you're 25."

Seeing as I was more prepared to leave than he was, I used the time he took up by staring at himself in the mirror to relax on the bed. I shifted on the mattress, sinking with every adjustment made. The same Converse I wore everyday were already laced up, preventing me from making myself more comfortable.

"I'm gonna have to wear a hat. This is a mess." his hands attempted to slick his hair as usual, failing due to the lack of product.

"No, you won't. Sit." I gestured to the section of floor by my feet, parting my legs slightly to make room for him.

Rafe rolled his eyes at me before sitting down where I told him to, giving me full access to run my fingers through the light brown strands. I took my pinky and positioned it down the centre of his scalp, parting his hair in two.

"May used to be a hairdresser." I began, "I would watch her at work for hours, so it's fair to say I've learnt a few tricks."

"Do you really hate it when I gel my hair?" he tilted his head, only to be moved back into place by my hand.

"Yeah, I do. Makes you look like a douche."

Ignoring how I silently demanded for him to stay in place, he pressed his lips against my inner thigh, inching closer to the blue material I put on by his request. He looked up at me with a devilish grin, raising himself to be in line with my face again.

"We're wasting time." I stood up from the bed, leaving him hanging as per usual.

I perfected my appearance for a final time before taking Rafe's hand into mine, leading him to the front door of the house. The focus I had set straight forward was to mask the proud smirk painted across my lips, planned events for tonight flooding my mind with each passing moment.

"You're leading me like you even know where you're going." he spoke from behind.

"Where to, then?" I paused once we stepped out of the door.

"We're taking their boat." he smiled. "Can't say anything else 'cause it'll ruin the surprise."

"Isn't that stealing? Never took you for a thief." I raised an eyebrow, surprised at his scheme.

"Not if we return it. It's just borrowing, they can't stop me." the keys dangled in his hand, the sight of a book also in his grip sparking more curiosity.

His arm rested on my shoulder, leading us both towards the estate's dock. The boat was nothing when compared to the Druthers, but still more than anything I could ever afford. I stepped onto the white surface, falling back onto the seat as a result of the sudden rocking.

Rafe placed the book in my lap before sitting down for himself, directing his focus onto starting the engine. The front cover reminded me of the first night I spent in his room, and how I was similarly admiring it as I was now. My fingers turned to the opening page, immediately scowling as I tried to understand a single written word.

Even though dropping out of school meant I could spend most of my time working, my lack of education was proving to be a challenge after all.

A soft breeze moved through my hair as the boat started running, the saltwater scent of the marsh not exactly being a pleasant one. The pad of my index finger held onto the soft paper, stopping under each word I struggled to comprehend.

"Why don't translations exist for Shakespeare? I swear this man was high when he wrote this, the fuck is a 'pernicious rage'?" my frustration for the literature became clear in my constant questions.

I looked up at the boy with the same furrowed brows, catching onto the sight of his phone pointing in my direction. The sun that was pointing in his direction made his opal eyes more prominent, almost losing myself in them before being reminded of the fact he was taking pictures of me.

"Why?" I tilted my head to the side, unable to be mad at his action considering the look he had on his face.

His mouth opened for a second- almost like he'd intended to say something. Instead, he replaced his impending words with a smile, leaving me intrigued as to what phrase was meant to be spoken.

"Why not?" he reflected my comment back onto me, tucking his phone back into his pocket.

I could only be led to one conclusion, one that would've normally caused me to run in relationship situations. However, if my thoughts were right, there was a chance Rafe was to say the words that I was relating to him for the past days.

There was a chance he'd fallen just as hard as I did, though I didn't believe that to be entirely possible.

Or was it?