Rosie
I felt the change in him even though I was losing my mind, losing myself to the need and desire and pleasure.
That was welling up within me.
Rolling through me in huge, great waves that threatened to sweep me out to sea.
“Oh God,” I whispered as he sucked my clit harder, as those fingers fucked me hard and fast and deep.
As I exploded, sparks flashing behind my closed eyes, my body going so fucking tense…and then loose as the pleasure peaked and then slowly ebbed away, millimeter by millimeter by millimeter.
When I finally managed to peel back my lids, it was to see my man rising from between my spread legs, pants unzipped and barely hanging on his hips, underwear out of place from when I’d had my fingers around him earlier. I watched him slowly unbutton his shirt, exposing inch after inch of his gorgeous chest.
Strong pecs that I’d copped many of feel of.
A flat abdomen, faint lines of his muscles visible when he inhaled—something he was doing regularly and rapidly.
A sprinkling of hair on his chest, a thin trail disappearing beneath his underwear.
But his expression was the sexiest thing that I’d ever seen.
His eyes fucking burned as he stared down at me, hands still moving on the buttons of that shirt, then shifting to his pants and underwear. This man was a fucking Viking standing over me, preparing to fuck me. His movements might be deliberate, might hint at a semblance of control.
But I knew him as well as he knew me.
I clocked his hands shaking, the bead of sweat on his temple.
He was on the hair trigger, one second away from losing it.
And I couldn’t wait to send him over the edge.
I started to sit up.
His palm hit my chest, pushing me back down. “No.”
I shivered—not because I was cold, but because that fierce command pressed right at my clit—something I knew he recognized because he didn’t lift me off the table or get a blanket or find a way to warm me, like he would have, if I was truly uncomfortable.
Nope.
He just pressed that warm, rough hand to my front, dragging it down between my breasts, over my stomach, not stopping until he was cupping my pussy, thick fingers sliding through my slick folds.
“Stay,” he ordered.
I shivered again.
He grinned down at me, but it wasn’t amusing in the least.
It was hot and sinful and…
His pants hit the floor. His cock sprung free. And…fucking yes, I needed this man inside me.
Thankfully, he didn’t delay.
Gripping my hips and yanking me toward him, yanking me until my ass rested on the edge of the table.
“Honey,” I whispered when he swept his fingers over me, teasing my entrance with one blunt fingertip.
He dipped his finger inside.
I shuddered, trying to move closer, to get my elbows beneath me, to lift up and get this fucking man inside me.
He just dropped that hand to the center of my chest again.
Pressed me back down.
“Stay,” he ordered again.
Swear to fuck, if a man tried to tell me to stay in the real world, I would have eviscerated him. But this man telling me to stay with me naked and spread out before him like I was the fucking Last Supper…
It was fucking glorious.
That finger slid in, out, in, out.
In.
One firm thrust.
And then it wasn’t his fingers. He was inside me, thick and hard and hot, stretching me to my limits, the burn only adding to my pleasure, my need—
“Fuck, Rosie baby,” he groaned, hands back at my hips, pulling me toward him as he thrust up inside me.
Deep.
Rough.
Perfect.
“I love you,” I whispered. “But I fucking love your cock.”
A wolfish smile.
Those hips not stopping, those hands still tight.
I didn’t feel the hard surface of the table beneath me, didn’t feel the edge of the wood biting into my ass. My senses were reduced to this man and his hands, this man and his rasping voice ordering me to, “Take it, Rosie baby. Take it like the good girl you are.”
I gasped when he pressed my legs wider, when he thrust somehow deeper.
He was bumping into the edge of my womb, but somehow, it wasn’t too much. Somehow I wanted more, wanted everything.
And he gave it—bending and sucking a nipple in his mouth, his thumb coming to my clit in a double-pronged attack.
All while his hips kept pistoning.
All while he kept talking.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured around my flesh, the words vibrating through my already sensitized skin.
I bucked against him.
But he just held me still and. Fucked. Me. So. Damned. Good.
Nipples and clit.
Then stealing my mouth in a kiss that left me dizzy.
My entire body was a sensitized nerve, a bundle of desperation and need.
“Come,” he ordered, rhythm faltering for the first time, telling me exactly how close to the edge he was. “Come now, Rosie baby. I want to feel you tighten around my cock.”
As if I could stop the flood of pleasure rising within me.
As if I could deny this man anything.
I let go…
And I came apart.
And just like every other time before, Joel caught all of the pieces of me.
And…he put them back together.
My cell rang way too early the following morning.
The sun was barely up.
My body felt like it had been ridden hard and put up wet.
And it had, I supposed, Joel’s cum dried at the tops of my thighs.
I shivered, remembering the rough and dirty way he’d fucked me.
Remembering how much I’d liked it.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Right.
My phone.
I shimmied to the side, trying to slip out from beneath Joel’s heavy arm, which was wrapped tightly around my middle, folded up between my breasts, fingers holding tight to my shoulder.
I loved when he held me like that, loved how secure it made me feel.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
“Hello?” I rasped into the receiver.
A long pause.
Then Rob’s voice came through. “Shoot, I’m sorry I woke you, Rosie girl.”
Rosie girl.
It wasn’t Rosie baby.
But it meant something big. Meant a lot to me. Meant that Joel’s dad truly accepted me.
Okay, I knew that already.
I just…it meant something to me.
“It’s okay,” I said, sitting up in the bed. “We were up late is all.” He made a noise that sounded like it was going to form into an apology, so I hurried to say, “But I’m awake now. What’s happening?”
A blip of quiet.
Then, “I need you to come down to the police station.”