These are a series of one-shots of the imprint adult couples in the GONE saga. Not included are Jacob/Annabelle, Leah/Rick, Seth/Rose and Collin/Lyn who already have their stories.

This is a gift for one of my most supportive readers and reviewers, Gaby Calderon. Thank you for all the help you give me with my ideas and the encouragement and excitement you always show through your awesome reviews.

And for that, I now begin with your all time favorite (wolf) couple:

PAUL AND RACHEL

Rachel Ann Black had sworn never to return to La Push when she had left back after graduating from the small reservation high school. It hadn't been hard at all to keep her promise being she had fallen in love with California, more specifically Los Angeles, as soon as she set foot onto the UCLA campus.

Four years later, here she was with a Bachelor's degree, twenty thousand dollar loans and two months to kill before starting nursing school in University of Washington. It hadn't been easy, returning to Washington but since Seattle was a good two hours away from La Push, she felt the distance was enough to keep her promise of never returning to her hometown…not that the Quileute reservation could be referred to as a town.

So all she had to do was spend quality time with her dad during her two month exile, not to mention push around her annoying little brother Jacob and make sure nothing –absolutely nothing –kept her from leaving come August when nursing school began, once again giving her another four years away from this hellhole.

Slamming the trunk of her little second hand Mazda, she slung the strap of her duffel bag over her shoulder before picking up her suitcase, the bag that held her laptop computer over her other shoulder, and headed up the dirt drive towards the slightly rundown front porch.

Wrestling the front door open, she muttered under her breath as she dragged her suitcase into the small three bedroom house, dropping her duffel bag on the couch –the same one she had grown up with, sagging middle and all.

"Anybody home?"

She looked up as her father rolled in from the kitchen, his face lit up with a big smile, "Rachel! You made it home."

"Yep," Rachel moved across the living room and leaned down to hug her dad, laughing when he pulled her into his lap for a tighter hug, "I've missed you, Dad."

"Have you really," Billy let go, giving her a serious look as she moved back to collapse onto the couch, "I haven't seen your face in four years, Rachel. One would think you've avoided coming home."

Rachel grimaced as she stretched out her long legs, kicking off her sandals, "I've called you every week, Dad, since I left."

"That's not the same thing, girl, and you know it."

Letting out a heavy sigh, she slouched into the couch, crossing her arms over her chest, "Okay, fine. I got out and didn't want to come back for fear I wouldn't be able to leave again."

"Well, at least you stayed somewhat close," Billy rolled his chair around the armchair, his long black hair in braids down the sides of his wrinkled face, "Unlike your sister, heading off to Hawaii and marrying that island guy."

Rachel rolled her eyes as she picked at the frayed edges of her denim shorts, "His name's Kanoa, Dad. You know, you should really make an effort since he's your son-in-law."

Billy didn't say anything, lifting her suitcase onto his lap before expertly turning in the tight little room to head towards the hallway, "Did I tell you she called to let me know they were making plans to come visit for Christmas?"

"No, but Becky called me," Rachel stood up, taking her duffel and computer bag, "Dad, I can carry my suitcase, you know."

Billy shrugged as he headed down the hall, Rachel following behind her, "I've already got it so don't worry about it."

"Did Jacob take over our room?"

Billy chuckled as he shook his head, "No. He's still in his although I must say, I have no idea how he doesn't get claustrophobic what with the room being so damn small."

"Well," Rachel moved around her dad to dump her bags on her bed, taking the suitcase from him and setting it on top of the dresser, "Jacob's a runt so the room isn't all that small."

"Oh, Rachel," he shook his head but didn't say anything else, simply watching his daughter as she began unpacking, "So do you have plans for tonight?"

"Dad," Rachel let out a frustrated sigh as she dumped her t-shirts into the second drawer of her three drawer dresser, the one next to it having been Rebecca's, "There's nothing to do in La Push…or Forks for that matter. I don't know how I'm going to survive the two months here."

"You could always get a job at the clinic," Billy leaned back into his seat, clasping his hands over his stomach, "Or at the hospital –Sue could probably get you connected."

"Already done," she returned to her opened suitcase, pulling out shorts and jeans, knowing despite it being summer she was going to be wearing the latter more so than the former, "I start next week as a nurse's assistant in the rehab unit at the hospital."

"Well," Billy couldn't take his eyes off his eldest daughter –she had been born three minutes before Rebecca, not much by many but for him, she was his first baby girl for a whole three minutes, "There's a bonfire at the beach tonight. Leah might be there."

Rachel turned to look at her father in surprise, "Leah's still here? I would think, after the whole Sam and Emily shit-fest, she'd have left La Push for good."

"Well, she stuck around," Billy finally placed his hands on the wheels of his chair, making a tight u-turn to roll out of his daughter's room, "More than I can say for you and Rebecca."

Rachel let out another heavy sigh but she didn't say anything in response –there was no use.

Finishing with unpacking her meager clothing, she fell back onto the bed closest to the bedroom window, staring up at the ceiling as the time ticked by.

It just wasn't fair how her dad made her feel guilty for not coming home but then again, would it have killed him to take the time and go visit her in L.A.?

Of course it would have because setting foot off this godforsaken piece of Indian land would reduce him to ashes.

Scoffing at her own sarcasm, she pushed herself to her feet, grabbing a towel and her shower caddy before heading out of the room and across the hall to the small bathroom she had grown up sharing with Jacob and Rebecca, "Where's Jake?"

Billy's voice came from the kitchen along with the delicious smell of fish fry, "Hanging out with the boys?"

Rachel nodded even though her father couldn't see her, closing the bathroom door behind her before proceeding to get showered and dressed, oddly excited about getting to see her friend again.

Although Leah had been a year younger than her –with her own close friends in Sadie and Meredith –Rachel had liked the girl. She had felt anger in her behalf when she'd heard the news about Sam and Emily and the broken off engagement followed by a wedding four months later.

Shaking her head as she rubbed the towel over her soaking wet hair, she decided to not mention any of that to Leah…maybe the reason she hadn't left La Push was because she was over it.

It always amazed her how California and Washington shared the same ocean, mostly because it just didn't look the same…or feel the same for that matter.

Stepping back from the crashing waves, she shook her feet of the cold salt water before slipping on her sandals, letting out a sigh as the weak sun rays touched her skin.

Even the sun wasn't the same.

"Rachel Black?"

Turning around, her lips spread into a big smile at the sight of her friend, "Leah Clearwater! Look at you…have you gotten taller?"

"Some," Leah shrugged as she approached her, wearing a black spaghetti strap top with cut of short-shorts and no shoes, "What are you doing here? Last time I saw you, you were swearing never to return."

Rachel laughed as they gave each other a somewhat awkward hug, "Yeah, well, I have nowhere to go until grad school starts up in August."

"Well, then," Leah stepped back, reaching up to run her fingers through her chin length hair, "Guess you can survive two months, right?"

"I can't afford not to," Rachel grinned as she slid her hands into the back pockets of her denim skirt, shifting her weight from one hip to the other, "What about you? You still live here?"

Leah's brown-green eyes, which had the saddest gleam Rachel had ever seen, narrowed slightly before she relaxed her face into a semblance of a smile, "Yeah…I've got some shit going on I have to fix before I even think of leaving."

"Oh," Rachel nodded, reaching up to tuck a long stand of hair behind her ear, the rest of the blue-black mass falling straight down her back, "Well…anything I can help with, let me know."

Voices coming from the forest had Leah straighten up, her shoulders tense as she looked towards the voices before giving Rachel a half-teasing smile, "Does that include murder?"

Rachel laughed, her eyes widening when she realized Leah was only half-joking, "Are you serious?"

"Depends on how tonight goes, I might be."

"Well, then," Rachel licked her bottom lip as she caught sight of Sam, Emily by his side, followed by several other guys and girls, "You just let me know how I can help."

They both laughed as the group approached, one of the guys –about six feet with shoulders wider than the front of her little car –stepped away from the amoeba that was the group, "Rachel?"

Narrowing her eyes, she stared at him before realizing who he was, "Jacob? What the hell happened to you?"

Jacob laughed as he bounded over to his sister, lifting her up in a bone crushing hug that had her gasping for breath, "Why didn't you call to say you were coming?"

"I can't –breathe," Rachel slapped his shoulders, taking a deep breath when he put her down, "Oh my god…what the fuck, Jake? Are you on steroids?"

Jake laughed as he shook his head, "Nope, just had a really good growth spurt. How long are you staying?"

"Two months," Rachel looked her little brother over before looking at his friends, then back, "So are you guys like anti-shirts or is it some kind of cult thing?"

"Why would you say cult?"

Rachel pointed at Jacob's left bicep, "The tattoo –did Dad give you permission to do that? You're still under eighteen –right?"

Jake laughed as he reached out to muss her hair, knowing it was something that really bothered both his sisters, "Dad's fine with it."

"Stop that," she slapped his hand away, reaching up to smooth her hair back in place, "You sure have changed, Jake. You were, like, four feet last time I saw you."

Jake rolled his eyes as the rest started setting up for the bonfire, the driftwood logs crackling as the flames licked at them, "I wasn't that short –and I was eleven when you left. A lot can change in four years, sis."

"Yeah, I suppose so," Rachel shook her head again, still feeling confused over the changes rendered to her little brother. He was right, a lot could change in four years but for him to have grown that much plus all that muscle well…it just wasn't a normal kind of growth spurt.

Someone had brought a radio and the pulsing beats of the music coming from the speakers blended with the crashing waves of the ocean a few feet behind them, the smell of cooking hot dogs ticking her nose along with the scent of burnt sugar which meant one thing –

"S'mores!"

Jake laughed as he handed his sister a stick with two marshmallows speared through, quickly giving her a rundown of who was present, "You remember Sam, right? That's Emily, his wife. This is Kim, she's Jared's girlfriend –right next to her. Quil, Embry, Collin. Paul's running late."

"He had a date," Collin snickered as he slid his burnt hot dog onto a bun, "So he might or might not make it."

Rachel turned to look at her little brother, "You hang around with Paul Lahote?"

Jake shrugged his shoulders as he stuffed half of his hot dog into his mouth, Sam speaking up for him, "He's part of our group, yes."

"Your group," Rachel's eyebrows lowered into a vee over her dark brown eyes, a smirk on her face as she looked over at Leah, "What is this group? Idiots Anonymous?"

Leah choked back a laugh, pulling her flaming marshmallows out of the fire to blow them out, "You have no fucking idea."

If anyone knew her history concerning Paul Lahote, it was Leah.

The guy had been in her grade and he had been one cocky bastard, always flirting with the girls and top dog of the jocks at school. She frowned as she recalled how stupid she had been, crushing on him so hard she had actually gotten up the nerve to ask him to go to senior year homecoming with her.

The bastard had laughed at her –told her how, even if he didn't already have a date with Sienna Pierce, the biggest slut of La Push and Forks combined, he still wouldn't go with a bookworm who was more than likely not going to put out at the end of the night.

Rachel had been so embarrassed, not to mention humiliated. Hell, the whole thing had just twisted her insides so bad she had completely skipped homecoming and proceeded to avoid Paul 'Bastard' Lahote for the rest of her senior year.

She really hoped he stayed wherever he was –probably screwing some bimbo in the backseat of his souped up Camaro.

Time passed quickly, the sun setting into the ocean as the fire kept a large part of the dark beach lit up, the volume to the music getting a big louder as the beers were passed around.

Rachel was already feeling quite mellowed out after drinking down three beers, sitting on one of the driftwood logs with Leah as they talked about anything and everything, both avoiding the big elephant in the group which was sitting on the other side of the bonfire.

"Have no fear, the party man is here! Let the fun begin!"

"Oh fuck," Rachel closed her eyes, letting her head drop forward and completely missing the way Paul Lahote froze mid-step.

Paul Lahote had always known there was something about him that attracted the opposite sex –not only did he know but he used it for his own advantage.

Hell, what was life without a little fun, right?

Especially when he was one hell of a good looking bastard –and that was even before phasing which just added to his irresistibleness, which meant he hardly ever found himself without female companionship –one night stands, weekend flings, even the two week to a month relationship.

Paul liked it that way –he'd always had a high sex drive, at least from the moment he hit puberty and knew what sex was all about, and he preferred expending that sex drive on multiple women instead of just one.

After all, anthropology proved monogamy wasn't natural when it came to mankind.

So it wasn't expected when he came face to face with his gravity –the case of beer slipped from his fingers and had Jared not been close by, they would have lost thirty bottles of good beer on top of him losing his hedonistic views concerning sex and women.

Hedonistic indeed because he realized now, as he studied the curve of her cheek, the sleek look of her long hair and straight line of her neck, monogamy was really the only way to go –especially monogamy with this woman.

The deep tugging in the center of his body called to more than just the physical –he was now spiritually, mentally, emotionally linked to this beautiful being…her breath was his, his heartbeat an echo of hers, her dreams his.

No doubt about it –Paul Lahote knew he had purpose in his life…and that purpose was her.

The party had ended in awkwardness, to say the least.

Rachel didn't understand the sideways looks she kept getting from the guys or the constant hovering from Paul, whom she attempted to ignore throughout the entire party.

Leah had gotten a little tense once Paul had arrived –hell, even Jake had wigged out but he didn't say why.

As they all picked up their trash and left over food, Leah gave Rachel a tight smile before heading off into the woods, followed by Embry and Quil, Sam keeping his arm around Emily's shoulders as they headed the opposite way, the rest of the party scattering to places unmentioned.

"Ready to go," she asked Jake, touching his shoulder to get his attention since he was staring morosely into the faint glowing embers of what was left of their bonfire.

"Uh," Jake looked up in surprise, shaking his head a bit, "Oh, sorry, Rach. I can't…I have to do, uhm…I have something to do before I can go home."

"It's late, Jake. What can you possibly have to do?"

"Uhm," Jake shrugged again as he stepped back, giving her a big smile that smacked of nerves, "I'll, uh…I'll explain later."

She watched him jog away, following the same path Leah had taken along with Quil and Embry, tossing her hands up into the air, "Oh, great. So now I have to walk home, in the dark, by myself?"

"I'll walk you home."

She spun around, letting out a gasp as she stepped back from Paul, her hair rippling down her back as she tilted her head back to look into his dark eyes, "Uh…that's okay. I can walk alone."

"I don't mind," Paul stared down into her dark brown eyes, his fingertips tingling with the overwhelming desire to touch her face, "I'm heading that way, anyway."

Rachel took a deep breath as she crossed her arms over her stomach, biting her bottom lip before she gave a nod, "Okay…sure."

The walk to her house was silent, neither knowing what to say to the other. Rachel kept telling herself she was fine with it because, really, she had nothing to say to Paul Lahote.

They reached her house, the soft sounds of the forest occasionally broken by a howl, the full moon high up in the sky highlighting the weathered front porch stretched out from one side of the house to the next, where the ramp for dad's chair was.

"Thanks for walking me home," Rachel didn't bother looking over her shoulder, climbing up the two steps and reaching for the front door but Paul's large hand wrapping around her wrist stopped her from going further.

"I made a mistake."

"What," Rachel turned, surprised to find Paul standing right behind her, a hand reaching up to press against his chest but even the close proximity of his hot body did not prepare her for what happened next.

Sliding his fingers into the silk of her hair, he cupped the back of her head as he brought his mouth down on hers, her lips soft and slightly opened in surprise, which he took advantage of by slipping his tongue into her mouth, a groan vibrating in his chest at the sweet taste of her.

Rachel had no idea what was going on but, dear god, she couldn't keep her eyes from closing or her body from melting into his, her trapped hand being released only to have her body pushed up against the side of the house, his now free hand sliding under the button down shirt she had worn along with her denim skirt.

Grabbing hold of his bicep –who in this side of the world had biceps this big! –Rachel hanged on for dear life, a moan escaping her without permission which he swallowed before moving his hot mouth down her throat, sucking and nipping as his hand moved further up her torso, his fingers exploring each rib before moving to the next.

Rachel's head fell back as he pushed a heavy thigh between hers, her fingers digging into him as she stuttered out a whisper, "M-my…my d-dad's in-inside the house."

Paul didn't say anything, simply licking the soft spot behind her ear which caused a shiver to run down her body. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes and she knew he was seeing the same thing she was –unadulterated lust and need.

Before she could voice why they needed to put a stop to this, he bend down enough to put his shoulder against her stomach before hoisting her over it, his arm around her thighs keeping her from sliding off.

"Oh my god," she hissed at him as he moved down the ramp and around the house to who knew where, "Paul –put me down!"

She gasped as he slid his big –and very hot –hand up the back of her thigh and under her skirt, the vibrations of his deep voice against her thighs had her clenching them hard to keep the sensations it aroused deep in her core at bay, "Sexy panties you got on, babe."

Rachel could feel her face flushing as she reached back as best she could, trying to get his hand out from under her skirt and off her ass but he kept fingering the lace edge of her high cut panties, his fingers slipping between her thighs to stroke the crotch of her probably soaked through panties, "I swear to God, Paul. If you don't put me down –"

The sound of a metal door opening interrupted her threat, a soft gasp escaping her as he placed her on her feet, the darkness dispelled by a single bare light bulb hanging from the high ceiling, Paul's fingers on the switch letting her know he had turned it on.

"Don't get me wrong, baby," Paul gave her a teasing grin as he closed the door behind him –the damn thing was on rails which explained the grinding noise, "I like your sexy panties. I just always figured you for a cotton panty kind of girl."

Rachel didn't know what to do –she wanted to smack the smirk off his face but her body was strung so tight, a kiss would have been equally satisfying to her, "You're an arrogant son of a –"

He hauled her into his arms, his mouth effectively cutting her off, her hands going to his waist as he arched her backwards, his hands sliding down to cup and squeeze her ass, which just made the fire inside her rage all the hotter.

She wasn't sure what was happening but one minute she was vertical and then the next, she was horizontal on what felt like a leather couch…a very close to the ground leather couch.

"Paul," Rachel moaned as his mouth traveled down her chest, his tongue sliding between her breasts –when the hell had he unbuttoned her shirt, "Oh god…"

"No," Paul whispered against her stomach, nipping at the soft flesh of her stomach as he slid his hands up her thighs, his thumbs stroking the soft inside of them before he reached her panties, "Just me…god has nothing to do with this."

Rachel groaned as she felt his breath against her, once again wondering when the hell he'd gotten her panties off –the man had some seriously fast fingers but then again –

All thought flew out of her head as his mouth touched her, his hands keeping her hips in place as he shouldered his way between her thighs. Reaching down, she fisted her hands into his hair, unable to keep herself from moaning as he licked and sucked her clit, "Oh god, yes…yes…oh please…ugh!"

Pushing his tongue into her, he proceeded to reduce her to a babbling idiot –one who hadn't just graduated summa cum laude from one of the best universities in the country and had gotten a full covered scholarship into nursing school. No, she was no longer the smart girl with the four point o average but a woman who couldn't focus beyond what he was doing to her.

"More…oh, god, please…I need more…"

Paul chuckled as he lifted his head from between her thighs, enjoying the way her breasts were heaving with every breath she struggled to take, finding the red lace bra she was still wearing so fucking sexy but really, what had him hard enough to break concrete was the pleading demands falling from her swollen lips, "You're a greedy bitch, aren't you, babe?"

Rachel's face flushed, her blood running hot and heavy in her veins –damn bastard had a mouth on him and he definitely knew how to use it but if she had to pick between him talking dirty –which really pushed her buttons, sex-wise that is –or him fucking her with it, she really didn't have a hard time picking, "Make me come, you cocky bastard!"

Paul's low laugh made her shiver as he went back to what he had been doing, his breath hot as he whispered against her most intimate parts, "As you wish, Rachel."

Before long, she was falling over the edge, her fingers tugging hard at his hair as she screamed her release. Her thighs trembled as he moved over her, his body hot and heavy against hers but it felt oh so damn good as she wrapped her legs around him –when the fuck had he removed his jeans?

"You're so fucking sexy, Rach," Paul growled into her ear as his calloused fingers traced the lace edge of her demi-bra, plucking at her nipples as he slowly spread her open with his thick cock, "You taste like heaven, baby…you have any idea how delicious you taste?"

She shook her head, her long hair spilling over the side of the couch ting as the coil deep inside her began tightening all over again as he moved into her one inch at a time, the delicious spasms pushing her into one mini-orgasm after another.

Fisting his hand into her hair, he covered her mouth with his, sliding his tongue over hers as he rocked into her, his other hand pulling her leg higher up his waist for a deeper fit.

Rachel was certain she was going to expire, her body shaking as she lifted her hips to meet his deep thrusts, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she kissed him with the same fervor with which he kissed her, the faint taste of her lingering on his tongue and lips.

Groaning as his gut tightened, the hot tingling at the base of his spine letting him know he wasn't going to last much longer, he moved his mouth to tug at her earlobe, whispering between every harsh breath he worked to take in, "Come for me, Rach –come on, baby…let me feel you come around me."

Rachel moaned as she arched her back, his hips slamming into hers as she pushed up to meet each one with exuberance, her body so hot and tight she was certain to combust at any moment. Throwing her head back as her orgasm rushed towards her, she felt his mouth close around her exposed throat, his tongue and teeth chasing shills through her hot body and when he sucked hard –hard enough to leave behind a mark for her to remember all this –she couldn't hold back her scream as she fell over, everything inside her splintering and flying apart to a milling different directions.

Paul grunted as he pushed into her a couple of more times before staying buried deep inside her as he came, her tight pussy squeezing him of every last drop he had to give. Shuddering with the force of his orgasm, he collapsed on her, his lungs burning as he tried to find a normal breathing pattern but the scent of her, of him, of them made it difficult to do so.

Burying his face into her neck, he pressed a kiss against the purple-red blotch on the side of her neck, running the fingers of his hand through her hair as she panted for breath, the sweat lingering on her chest and the top curves of her breasts calling to him as his heart began to slow down.

Rachel stared up at the metal beams of what she now realized was a garage of sorts, her heart still thumping hard against her chest, her breath hitching when she felt him move his mouth over her collarbones and down her chest, his tongue drawing little figures on her damp skin.

She didn't know why what came out of her mouth did and didn't understand her muddled thoughts enough to think it over but one thing she did know –it had to be said.

"I'm leaving in August."

Paul froze with his nose between her breasts, one hand in her hair and the other stroking the small of her back, the denim skirt she had been wearing bunched between them. Slowly lifting his head, he stared down into her dark brown eyes, his heart beating a slow painful drum of doom.

"Where?"

She looked up at him, seeing something in his eyes that made her realize this wasn't a one-time thing for him…the sudden spike of joy inside her made her realize she was glad it wasn't because she didn't want it to be a one-time thing either, "Seattle. I start nursing school at UW the second week."

Paul nodded as he dropped his eyes from hers, struggling with the aching need clawing inside him, never having before experienced it, "I can come up and see you on the weekends…that is, if you don't want to come down."

Rachel swallowed past the lump in her throat as she reached up to touch his high cheekbones, biting the inside of her cheek at the way he was absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over her lace covered nipple, the fingers of his hand curved around the outside of her breast, "I…I-I would like it…if you came up. I'm just…I'll be too busy with schoolwork and stuff to make the drive down."

Paul nodded again, dipping his head to press a kiss against her chest, right over her beating heart, his breath hot against her cooling skin, "Anything for you, Rach."

Rachel wanted to ask him what was going on, wanted an explanation for the obvious devotion she heard in his words, the adoration she felt in his touch and his kiss, wanted to know what had made him like this but the feel of him, still inside her, getting hard again completely pushed all that aside.

If whatever he was feeling was still there come morning, then her questions will eventually be answered but for now, it didn't matter.

"What are we on," she whispered into his ear as her fingers trailed up his back, slowly exploring each muscle as it quivered under her light touch.

"Backseat of a car," Paul whispered against the side of her breast, having finally found the catch of her bra behind her, nudging the delicate fabric aside before closing his mouth around her pebbled nipple, her soft gasp getting him hot all over again –although, technically, Paul was always hot.

Just never as hot as he was right now.

"Backseat of a –" Rachel didn't know whether to laugh or get pissed off, finally deciding laughter was the way to go, "You fucked me on the backseat of a car."

Paul hummed around the mouthful of flesh he was currently enjoying, scraping his teeth over her nipple before grinning into her eyes, "Well, technically, this is your brother's backseat…but considering he's completely head over fucking heels for a girl that's obsessed with some other prick, he's never going to get the chance to put it to good use."

Rachel giggled as she framed his face with both hands, her eyes moving over every detail –sharp cheekbones, straight nose, a mouth to die for, eyes so dark and soft they made her think of black velvet, eyebrows over them and a proud forehead that gave away his Quileute heritage…he was still as gorgeous as before.

"Jacob's going to kill us for defiling his backseat."

Paul chuckled as he pulled her slightly off the couch, removing her shirt and bra before tossing it aside, "If he finds out, baby."

Rachel's giggles stirred something inside him, the very animal he worked on a daily basis to keep under control but somehow, with her, it wasn't anger that had him metaphorically howling and growling but simple need to completely consume her and be consumed by her.

"Now, how about we show this backseat a good time," he growled into her throat, his big hand covering her breast and squeezing it as he pulled and twisted her nipple, "Tell me how you want it, baby."

Rachel let out a moan as she tilted her pelvis, feeling him slide deeper into her, so hard and thick she was snug around him, "Will you give it to me?"

"Anything you want, baby. I'll give you anything you want."

Rachel gave him a naughty smile as she dragged her fingernails down his back before giving his ass –the man had one hell of a perfect ass –a squeeze.

"Surprise me then."

Hope this was enjoyed by everyone but most especially by Gaby.

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