Author's Note: Thank you once again for the reviews—and death threats (smile)
This chapter contains strong sexual content.
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Rae removed her shorts as Dave lifted her up on the counter. He nudged her legs open so he could stand in between them. Dave then helped Rae take off her bra top as they kissed each other passionately. Dave caressed Rae's back as he pulled her closer to him, feeling her breasts pressed against his skin.
He then grabbed one of her breasts and licked around her nipple, causing Rae to throw her head back in pleasure. Oh, how she wanted to feel Dave's mouth on her. And it was everything she thought it would be and more. His tongue was gentle on her yet his mouth was hungry for want. Dave's strong hands caressed all of her curves as his tongue tickled her earlobe.
Meanwhile, Dave felt his erection building as he continued to dive into Rae's skin. He trailed his fingers against her panty line and rubbed her mound through her panties. Rae began squirming on the counter as Dave slid a finger inside her. He attached his lips to hers as Rae began to ride his finger. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she moaned into his mouth. She was never cared to be manually stimulated but Dave and Randy definitely made her a fan.
Dave was careful but determined to make sure that Rae knew he meant business. He wanted her for a long time and the opportunity was there for him to take over and over again. He wasn't sure why Rae had a change of heart nor did he care at the moment. They wanted each other and nothing was going to stop them.
Nothing, that is—until a knock on the door. Dave and Rae ignored the knocking until a familiar voice echoed through the crack. "Hey Rae, open up." Randy said.
Dave stopped kissing her. He was about to lift her legs off from the counter and make her his personal breakfast until Randy knocked. "Why is he here?"
Rae shook her head. "I don't know. But he'll go away. Let's not stop." She started to kiss Dave again.
Randy kept knocking on the door. "Rae, open up, honey."
Dave stopped kissing her again. "Rachel, he's not going to leave."
"Yes, he will, David." She pulled him closer to her. "Now help me take off my panties."
Then Rae's cell phone went off. Rae instantly recognized it was Randy from the Beastie Boys' Girls ring tone. Rae always thought it suited Randy perfectly based on the chorus:
Girls - to do the dishes
Girls - to clean up my room
Girls - to do the laundry
Girls - and in the bathroom
Girls - that's all I really want is girls
Dave stepped away from Rae. "I need to head to the divorce meeting now."
"Dave…"
"Your…" Dave gritted his teeth. "…boyfriend is calling you, Rae." He then walked into the study and closed the door behind him.
Rae sighed as she stared at the door to the study. She determined she'll cry a river later but she needed to do something about her wet panties right now. She jumped off the counter and rushed to the front door to greet Randy, who was carrying breakfast. "Hey Baby, well, gooooooood morning to you too!"
Rae pulled Randy inside. "Put that on the dining room table now." She ordered.
"Okay…" Randy complied. "Is everything alright?"
Rae grabbed his right hand and yanked him into her bedroom. "Just shut up and fuck me, Orton!"
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As Dave finished up getting dressed, he briefly heard Rae's giggling through her bedroom. He shook his head as he stopped by the dining room table. He saw that Randy brought breakfast for him and Rae. There was a fruit platter, bagels and cream cheese, muffins, and two containers of orange juice.
Dave was going to grab some fruit until he heard Rae's muffled moans. He then decided to be the better man and take the whole breakfast to his divorce meeting with Tracy. It would be his way of extending the olive branch—courtesy of Randy Orton.
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When Dave arrived at the mediator's office, he presented breakfast for everyone. All of the lawyers commented on how professional Dave was being about the proceedings. However, Tracy wasn't convinced. Dave was forcing a smile and upbeat attitude that had nothing to do with their divorce.
"Someone is awfully generous this morning." Tracy said as she spread some cream cheese on her bagel.
Dave sipped his orange juice. "I'm a generous kind of guy."
"Mmm hmm." Tracy took a bite of her bagel. "You had time to stop by a catering company and get all of this?"
"Yes." Dave hissed before he sipped his orange juice.
"What poor man did you intimidate into giving you his breakfast that he was going to feed his family with?"
"Orton. He came over and brought breakfast. He and Rae were…" Dave tried to bring himself to say it. "Busy."
"I hope you left a note, David."
"'Thank you for being so stupid by leaving food out for me to jack, dumb ass.'" Dave replied. "Is that good enough?"
Tracy feigned worry as she put her hand up by her mouth. "Oh my! Is someone bitten by the jealousy bug?"
Dave turned to his soon-to-be ex. "One more comment and the alimony is going to be decreased."
"Well, I must admit. I'm a little surprised that she would still sleep with Randy after our talk this morning."
Dave was nothing short of amused. He appreciated his ex wanting to see him happy but didn't really care for her being so hands-on. "Now before I get really ghetto and uncivilized in here, may I ask what talk?"
Tracy brushed him off. "Calm down, Incredible Hulk, it's not that serious. I met up with Rae at the 7-11 and we had a nice little chit-chat."
"About?"
"I gave her the blessing from me and the girls if you guys want to be together."
That explains her change in attitude this morning, Dave thought, fuckin' Orton! "Thanks, Tracy, but that's not going to happen."
Tracy shook her head. "Geez, your incredible intelligence is an overwhelming reminder on why we're divorcing."
"Tracy…"Dave warned.
"David, it's obvious that you two care about each other and it goes above and beyond than just being best friends. I feel better if you two hooked up than some dimwitted bimbo." Tracy sipped her orange juice. "Speaking of which, how's Kristal?" She smiled.
"Not funny, Trace."
"Not laughing, motherfucker." Tracy shook her head and smiled. "So not laughing."
"I doubt it'll happen right now, either." Dave briefly remembered how soft Rae's skin felt against his. He shook his head to relieve the thoughts. "She's fucking Orton right now."
"Have you even approached her in a sexual manner, David?"
"Yes, this morning." Dave remembered how Rae moaned against his neck. "Right before that little punk-ass bitch came over."
Tracy turned to Dave. "Oh no, you're not jealous at all."
Dave rolled his eyes. "Whatever. It's over and done with. After this, I'm heading over to the complex to sign off the lease papers."
"Speaking of which…" Tracy wiped her mouth. "Does Rae know that you found a place in her building?"