summary: the handsome cowboy hired by your father to help around the farm has been eyeing you, for weeks. on this fateful summer evening, rafe finally decides to do something about the attraction he felt towards you— his employer's daughter.
the barn smelled like hay & fresh wood, warm even with the night air creeping in through the gaps in the beams. you were used to it, used to the quiet hum of crickets outside, the occasional rustling from the horses in their stalls. what you weren’t used to was him.
rafe was leaning against the old workbench, arms crossed, watching you with that lazy sort of gaze that made your stomach feel tight. he’d been helping your dad with repairs all week, sleeves pushed up, hands always busy with something, lifting, hammering, fixing things you never paid attention to before. you’d barely spoken more than a few words to him, but the way he looked at you now made it feel like he already had you figured out.
you wiped your palms on the front of your dress, swallowing hard. “shouldn’t you be heading home?”
he tilted his head slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “you tryna get rid of me, berry girl?”
your face felt hot. that’s what he called you after catching you out in the fields, basket in hand, fingers stained red from fresh picked fruit. like he thought it was cute. like he thought you were.
“no,” you muttered, shaking your head, “just… my daddy don’t like me talkin’ to boys much.”
“yeah?” rafe pushed off the bench, closing the space between you. he didn’t touch you, just stood close enough that you had to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes. “good thing i’m a man, then.”
your breath caught. he was teasing, you knew that, but it didn’t make the heat pooling in your belly any less real.
his hand lifted, fingertips ghosting over the end of one of your braids, tugging at the ribbon tied at the end. “s’cute,” he murmured. “all done up like this. makes me wonder if you’ve ever had someone mess ‘em up before.”
you shook your head, wide eyed, not trusting yourself to speak.
“thought so.” his fingers brushed your jaw next, tipping your chin up higher. “you ever been kissed, sweet?”
your silence was answer enough.
“shit,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “shouldn’t be looking at me like that, then. makes me wanna ruin you.”
your knees nearly buckled at that, something unfamiliar twisting inside you. your inexperience must’ve been obvious, because rafe hummed, guiding you back until your spine met the wooden stall behind you.
“c’mon,” he coaxed, voice low. “just a little taste. lemme show you how it feels.”
your lips parted to protest, but rafe was already there, dipping down, mouth slanting over yours. it was softer than you expected, but only for a moment. then he was tilting his head, deepening it, swallowing the tiny noise that slipped from your throat.
his hands found your waist, gripping firm as he pulled you flush against him, and oh, you felt him. thick and hot, pressing into your stomach through his jeans.
you gasped, pulling back slightly, and rafe just smirked, breath fanning against your lips. “you feel that, baby?”
you nodded, dazed, fingers clutching at his shirt.
“s’all for you,” he murmured, sliding a hand lower, gathering the hem of your dress. “if you wanna stop, tell me now.”
so when his fingers slipped between your thighs, you let him.
his fingers traced along the inside of your thigh, warm and rough, calloused from days of working under the sun. you shivered at the touch, your breath hitching when he dragged them higher, teasing.
“you’re shakin’, baby,” rafe murmured, his lips barely grazing your jaw. “nervous?”
you nodded, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. you’d never done this before, never even thought about doing something like this in the barn, of all places, but rafe was looking at you like you were something to be devoured, and the way he touched you made you feel like you could trust him.
“don’t be,” he soothed, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, a stark contrast to the filth spilling from his mouth. “gonna take care of you.”
his fingers finally dipped between your legs, brushing against the cotton of your panties. you gasped, instinctively trying to press your thighs together, but rafe clicked his tongue, prying them back apart.
“none of that,” he chided, amusement lacing his tone. “lemme see how sweet you are.”
he pressed down, slow and deliberate, rubbing tight, lazy circles over the fabric. a whimper escaped your lips, your back arching slightly against the wooden stall.
“fuck,” rafe breathed, watching you. “this all for me?”
you nodded, of course it was, it had only ever been for him, but the confirmation made something dark flicker in his eyes.
“such a good girl,” he murmured, slipping his fingers beneath your panties, dragging them through your slick. your whole body tensed at the foreign sensation, hips twitching as he spread it over your clit, circling it with the lightest pressure.
“rafe,” you gasped, not even sure what you were asking for, but he understood.
“shh, just let me do it, baby,” he soothed, slipping a finger inside you. your walls fluttered around the intrusion, the stretch unfamiliar but not unwelcome. rafe groaned, head dropping to the crook of your neck. “fuck, you’re tight.”
your breath came in soft, uneven pants, your fingers gripping his shoulders. he moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, before sliding a second finger in, scissoring them carefully.
“you’re takin’ it so well,” he murmured, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw, making you look at him. “feel good?”
you nodded frantically, unable to speak, pleasure buzzing through you like nothing you’d ever felt before.
rafe smirked, leaning in to press a messy kiss to your lips. “bet you’d feel even better wrapped around my cock.”
your breath hitched at his words, the insinuation making your head spin.
rafe pulled back just enough to gauge your reaction, fingers never stopping their slow, torturous pace. “you want that, baby?”
your thighs trembled, your answer coming out in a desperate, breathless whimper.
“yeah?” rafe chuckled, fingers curling just right, making you keen. “then you better hold onto me, sweetheart. ‘cause i’m about to show you what you’ve been missin’.”
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