The Prez (Devil’s Mayhem MC #3)

Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

OMARI

I thought Big Raf was going to lose his shit when I handed Little Raf to him. He was like a deer in headlights when I sat the baby on his lap.

It was a risk, a gamble that I wasn’t sure would pay off. Big Raf needs his nephew and he wasn’t making a move, so I made it for him. Luckily, he didn’t protest and even got comfortable as Little Raf relaxed against his chest. They looked so adorable together, Big Raf with his intense, hawklike eyes and Little Raf with his wide, innocent doe eyes. The contrast was striking, but there was no denying the family resemblance. If Big Raf ever smiled, I’m sure he and Little Raf would be twins.

A funny feeling settled in my belly when I looked at them together. This is how they belong. Big Raf and Little Raf. Keeping each other close and loving each other.

As I sit the baby in his bathtub and clean him up of all the green gunk on his face and hands, I smile at the turn of events. When Big Raf told me he would try, I thought that would mean him occasionally sitting down with us, maybe asking about the baby’s day or something like that. I didn’t expect him to ask about his daily routine like he did the other day and hold and feed him without complaint today. I’m so glad he’s trying. I’m thrilled he wants to be closer to his nephew.

I’m also thrilled that he doesn’t hate the decorations. I’ve been slowly adding them to the house, not wanting them to overwhelm the space all at once. When I printed out the first picture of Little Raf that I took, I put it in a frame immediately. When he didn’t mention the frame or the first picture that had been hung up in his house, I kept doing it. The ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ picture went up just yesterday. I smile as I think about his face when he saw it. I was nervous, but his look of annoyance almost had me doubling over with laughter. I’ll take it down tomorrow so he doesn’t rip it off and peel off the fucking dry wall.

I get Little Raf clean, letting him play with the bubbles for a moment before I wash his thick hair. God, it’s going to be a hassle taming this when he gets older. I pause at that thought. Will I be here long enough to help Big Raf with it? I sure hope so. I’ve grown quite fond of both my Rafs.

It could have a lot to do with me crushing on my boss, why I’m so fond of him. I can’t even say why I have a crush on him. He’s such a hard ass and so detached. But something about his taciturn ways and his no-nonsense attitude draws me in like a moth to a flame.

After I rinse the shampoo from Little Raf’s hair and add a Turbi Twist to his thick tresses, I take him out of the tub and dry him off. I apply some lotion and get him dressed. By the time I have his hair dried and brushed through, he’s yawning and his little lids are drooping.

Smiling, I gather him in my arms. “Come on, big man. Time for you to go down for the night. That bath felt good, huh?” Little Raf blinks slowly at me, another yawn stretching his tiny mouth .

Big Raf is standing from the couch when I step out of the bathroom, the baby and his tub in hand. He rubs his hands over his nice slacks and glances at me with those beautiful hawklike eyes. The flash of vulnerability almost has me stumbling. “What are you doing now?” he asks.

I nod my head to the room. “Time for him to go to bed. I’m just going to put him down. I’ll be out shortly.”

“Can I come too?”

The note of uncertainty in his voice breaks my heart. What happened to him to make him feel like this? To make him feel like he has to ask permission to be around his own flesh and blood? Where is the tough and composed biker boss that hemmed me up in his office, almost making me piss my pants? If I do nothing else while I’m here, I’ll get to the bottom of it.

Hoping my expression didn’t show my surprise, I nod. “Sure. Come on.”

What really surprises me is Big Raf’s smile. It’s not a big smile and it doesn’t quite crinkle the skin around his eyes, but it’s a smile, nonetheless. And holy fucking fuck, he’s handsome. Even more so than when he’s glaring at me or giving me one of his stony looks. The man is fucking breathtaking.

To stop myself from drooling, I turn around to the room and push the door open. Big Raf hovers just in the doorway, watching as I set the bathtub down and sit down in the rocking chair with the baby. I read a quick story to him, not that he’s paying attention since his eyes have shut since I started rocking us. When I’m done reading the short book, I stand from the chair and walk over to the crib.

Just before I put him down, I turn to my boss. “You want to do it? He’s asleep, but …” I let the words trail off. Big Raf’s eyes grow wide and he takes a step back. I sigh, but don’t let it get to me. He’s doing what he can. I can’t push too hard .

“Yeah, okay,” he says in a small voice behind me. I fight not to spin around and pump my fist in the air. Baby steps.

I pass Little Raf off to him and step back, taking his position by the door. He watches me, practically begging me for advice. “Lie him on his back. You can pull the blanket up around him, but he usually kicks it off in the night.”

Nodding, Big Raf gently lowers the baby into the crib, freezing when Little Raf stirs. I hold my breath, hoping Big Raf won’t bolt, but he reaches down with a shaky hand and rubs over Little Raf’s chest, soothing him.

Tears prick my vision as I watch in real time how Big Raf’s face grows soft when he looks at the sleeping baby.

He pulls the blanket up over his legs and looks at me expectantly. “That’s it,” I say. “I leave the door cracked so I can hear if he cries.”

“Why don’t you get one of those walkie talkie things? Where you hear shit when you’re not in the room.”

I almost laugh at my own forgetfulness. “I didn’t even think about getting a baby monitor.” I look at him from the corner of my eye as we sit down on the couch. “It’s a baby monitor, not a walkie talkie.”

“Whatever the fuck,” he growls, but without the usual bite to it. “You still knew what I meant.”

“I did,” I say with a dip of my head. “You did good today. With Little Raf.”

For some reason, his eyebrows dip and he shoots me a hard look. “Yeah, speaking of your nicknames, Zeke called me fucking Big Raf today. Any idea why?”

I can’t help it. I burst out laughing, holding my stomach as tears leak from the corners of my eyes. I’m cracking up again when I look up and see his scowl. “I’m sorry,” I breathe out when I have my laughing fit somewhat under control. “I called you that to Shane and he told Zeke. It wasn’t intentional, I promise. ”

He gives me a skeptical look. “I bet it wasn’t.”

“You want me to stop calling you that?”

He sighs like he’s put out. “No. I’m sure if I told you to, you still wouldn’t. No need to torture myself.” I chuckle again. “What did you want to talk to me about? Is everything okay with the baby?”

I smile and nod. “Everything is great. He has an appointment in two weeks. Thank you for getting his old medical records. He’ll need two vaccinations, but he’s such a brave kid. I know he can handle it.”

“So, what is it?” he asks, not letting me off the hook.

It’s for the best. I need to figure out what’s going on between us. There’s so much tension, so much want—on my part at least—and I need answers.

When I was putting on my private concert and he wrapped his arm around me, I thought I’d combust. His touch, his presence, his words drove me insane and I had to step away from him so he wouldn’t see the tent in my pants.

Rubbing my hands down my pants, I keep my eyes averted when I ask, “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what, precioso?” he asks in a soft voice, so I think he knows what I mean.

My breath catches at the pet name—even though I don’t know what it means—but I swallow down my shock. “What you said. In the kitchen the other night?”

When I glance up, I nearly swallow my tongue. Raf is looking at me with a burning expression, almost a need for me shining behind his eyes. He looks hungry.

He bites his lower lip as his gaze lazily roams over me. He takes his time looking me over, eyes darkening as he takes more and more of me in. I’ve never had someone look at me the way he does. I could easily become addicted to the feeling .

When he’s done with his perusal of my body, he drags his eyes up to meet mine. “I did. You don’t think so?”

I shake my head. “Not really. I mean, I’m not an ugly guy, but I’m not … slim,” I finish lamely, not knowing how else to phrase what I mean.

HIs eyebrow ticks up, a confused look on his face. “So?”

I scoff, shaking my head again as I cross my arms over my chest. “So? Because look at you. You’re this handsome man in terrific shape and I’m not. I’m chubby and no matter what I do, I can’t lose weight. I just?—”

Raf cuts me off, sliding over to me, uncrossing my arms from my chest. “I like how you are now. I’m not sure what gave you the idea that I want you to change anything about you. I told you, precioso. I don’t lie. I said you look good and I mean it. Do I have to show you again?”

“Show me?”

“Yeah, show you.” Raf slides closer to me, crowding me into the couch. I lie back to give him room, and to my surprise, he settles between my legs. On instinct I wrap them around his waist, looking up at him in disbelief as I feel his rock-hard dick against my own. I’m fucking panting as I look into his face, unable to contain just how out of control I am. Raf places a calloused hand on my face, rubbing against my cheek. “You want me to show you or is this enough?”

Swallowing down my nerves, I nod, leaning into his palm. “Show me.”

Grinning down at me with a lustful glint in his eyes, Raf bends down and takes my lips in a brutal kiss that has my back arching off the couch. His strong hand shifts under me, gripping my flesh in a bruising embrace. I moan, loving how his mouth is taking charge of me.

He swipes his tongue over my closed mouth and I open for him. Raf wastes no time delving inside, gliding his tongue against mine. My legs tighten around him, wanting to hold him close like this forever.

My hands spear into his silky hair, holding on for dear life as Raf claims my mouth. Moans emit from my throat and Raf swallows them, a low rumble vibrating from his chest.

It’s blowing my mind that he’s even kissing me right now. When I thought of different scenarios of how the conversation about my body could go in my head, this was not one of the possible options. The way he’s touching me, undulating into me, sucking at me, it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

Needing to catch my breath, I pull my lips away from his, panting heavily as I look up at him. He smirks, running his thumb over my lower lip. “I’m not done showing you yet, precioso. You running from me?”

“No,” I whisper. “You’re just fucking intense, Raf.”

He actually fucking pouts and I don’t think I’ve seen anything so adorable in my life. “Not Big Raf anymore?”

I giggle, lifting my hand to cover my mouth. “Thought you didn’t like it.”

“I like it when you say it.” He sits up and wipes his shirt over his head. My eyes are immediately drawn to his abs, the rippling muscles begging for my mouth to map out all the dips and valleys. Then I take in all the colors and designs that make up the beautiful canvas of Rafael Orozco.

I’m too busy staring at his body to realize his hands are at the hem of my shirt. When I do, I start, my hands covering his. He looks up at me with those same lust-drenched eyes, and I’m thankful there’s no pity behind the gaze. “Do you want me to stop? You can leave it on if you want.”

I search his face, looking for any hint of disgust or revulsion in his deep brown eyes. There is none. All I see reflected in his gaze is the need to claim me. The need to show me . Fuck it. You only live once .

Shaking my head, I lift my hands from his, my chest rising and falling in anticipation. Raf gives me one more searching look before he lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor.

“Fuck,” he mutters, dragging a finger over my nipple. I shudder and Raf licks his lips. “I knew you’d look like this. So fucking sexy. Delicate. Your skin is just as soft and unblemished as I thought it would be.” He drags my eyes away from my torso and meets my gaze. “You want some marks on this flawless skin?” He lowers himself again, elbows by my head as he gyrates his hips, his straining erection pulsing against my own.

My hands go to his sides, holding on tight. Where I expect to meet smooth skin on his left side, I find that long, thick, jagged scar. I rub over the scar again, wondering how he got it. Was it from a fight? A motorcycle accident? A fucking boating accident? I want to know. I want to know everything about him.

Raf captures my hand in his, stopping my exploration. I open my mouth to ask what happened, to ask where he got such a scar, but he kisses me before I get the chance, distracting me good. He discreetly moves my hand to rest over my head. The other one soon follows and I find myself stretched out underneath him.

He releases my lips, leaving me panting once more. Raf lifts up so he’s looking down at my body while holds my wrists hostage. “You didn’t answer me. Do you want my marks on you?”

“Yes,” I say barely above a whisper.

“Where?” he asks in a sultry purr. “Here?” He dips his head to lick up the side of my neck before taking the delicate skin into his mouth. I curse and bow off the couch, my cock twitching in my pants. Raf lowers his hips and slowly starts to thrust against me .

Holy fuck. The friction and the way he’s sucking at me is driving me insane. I want him to stop. I want him to keep going. I want him to let go of my hands so I can touch more of his heated flesh.

“Please,” I whimper, pleasure shooting down my spine. My balls feel tight and heavy, scrunched close to my body. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to fucking explode.

“You want another one?” he asks against my neck and I quickly nod my head. “How about here?” Raf lowers his head to just above my nipple, sucking the skin into his mouth and darting his tongue out every now and then to tease my nipple.

My hips buck faster into his, not able to control their movements, even if I wanted to. Raf grinds his hips down on me harder, giving me that delicious friction that has precum leaking through my pants.

I’m breathless, trying to absorb all the different sensations he’s making me feel—his mouth sucking my skin, his tongue teasing my nipple, his hand tight on my wrist and his large body pasted against mine. I can’t think straight; all I can do is feel. When I zero in on one thing, another feeling takes its place and I’m fucking lost.

Just when I think he’s done, that he’ll lift his mouth from my sensitive skin to give me a brief reprieve, he moves quickly and clamps his teeth around my nipple, gently tugging it into his mouth.

The small bite of pain has my cock exploding, my release shooting out of me as I keen loudly. My body shudders from the intensity and suddenness of my orgasm.

As if from far away, I hear Raf talking me through my climax, whispering to me in both English and Spanish. His tongue peeks out to lick the shell of my ear and my hips jerk, more cum leaking out of me .

When I’m drained dry, I flop against the couch, breathing heavily as I look up at Raf with blurry eyes.

“Fuck, precioso, that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You look so fucking good when you come undone for me.”

All I can do is pant. I feel like a high school kid again, coming in my pants. But holy fuck, what Raf just did to me was indescribable. No one has ever teased me like that before. No one has ever taken the time to play with my body for my benefit, not just for them to get off.

I pull at my wrists and Raf lets me go, looking down at me with the same intense expression as before.

When I breathing is under control I ask, “Can I?” motioning to the straining erection in his slacks.

He gives me a small, lopsided smile, and nods. I scramble up, not even worried about the uncomfortable wet spot on my pants. That doesn’t matter when I finally get to touch Raf’s cock. My hands are clumsy as I undo his button and his zipper, getting the offending material of his pants out of my way so I can finally palm his dick.

I dreamed about what his dick would look like for days. I already felt how thick and long it was. Now I get to see if it’s as beautiful as I thought.

My hands tunnel into his underwear to free his erection and I have to clamp my mouth shut so I don’t drool everywhere. Raf’s dick is beautiful. Tan and cut, a thick vein running up the underside, leading to?—

“You’re pierced,” I say in surprise, not quite expecting that. I can see him with tattoos, but a dick piercing was not on my bingo card for Raf. It’s a frenum piercing, the barbell right under the head of his dick. God, I know it’ll feel good inside me.

He hums, pushing into my hand. “Imagine how it’ll feel when it’s dragging against your walls. ”

Holy fuck. My dick chubs up—from the feel of him and his words.

Spitting in my hand, I wrap it around him and jerk him slowly. “Shit,” Raf groans, staring down at my hand as I move it up and down on his shaft. “Faster, precioso. I need to come. Need to come on you and mark you some more.”

Whimpering, I speed up my hand, jerking him quickly. I run my thumb over his piercing, loving his sharp inhale when I touch that area. I look up at him to find him staring down at me, his whiskey-colored eyes boring into me. I maintain eye contact, tugging on his cock to get him off.

“I’m close, baby. Kiss me.”

I go to him willingly, surrendering to his bruising kiss without hesitation. Raf’s hand grips the back of my neck as he brutalizes my mouth with his tongue and teeth, claiming me with his aggression and power.

After a few moments, Raf grunts in my mouth and he comes, soaking my fist with his climax. He keeps kissing me as his cock kicks off, his spunk dripping down my fingers.

He sags against me when he finishes coming and I let go of his cock, his kisses growing softer as we sit there, exploring each other’s mouths. My hand goes up his side and I feel that terrible scar again.

Raf snatches his lips from mine and grabs my hand simultaneously. “I’m sorry,” I mutter, dragging my hand from his. Taking a chance, I ask, “What happened?’

His gaze shutters and a hard glint eases into his eyes. Fuck, what did I do?

He grabs his shirt from the floor and wipes my hand roughly, then wipes his dick before he tucks himself away and marches into his room without a backward glance. Leaving me cold and lonely on the couch.

Leaning back against the cushions, I stare at the ceiling, not paying attention to the wetness in my pants. We had a good thing going and I fucked it up by being nosy.

I’ll fix it. Tomorrow, I’ll apologize again and hope he forgives me. Because I really enjoyed tonight. And I want it to happen again.

Not just him making me come in my pants by dry humping me into the couch. All of it. Him sitting in the living room while I cooked, watching him hold and feed Little Raf. His uncertainty when he was putting him down for bed and our conversation before we touched each other.

I enjoyed it. Hopefully, he’ll forgive me so we can have a repeat.