Unable to pull away from her, I grab her hips and help her to grind against me as I feel her hands slide into my hair; holding me against her breast. I switch to her other one and cover her other breast with my hand—twisting and pinching her nipples.
The minute I suck her into my mouth, she groans and shakes apart against me. I pull my mouth away from her, clamping my mouth shut to try and breathe so I don’t explode, which I’m seconds from doing.
I drop my head into the crook of her neck and pray she doesn’t move against my cock otherwise she’ll get more than she probably bargained for.
“Rosie…I’m sorry,” I mumble against her neck. “I only meant to talk to you—not attack you.”
“You didn’t attack me, but I don’t think this should have happened. I’m not sorry though.” She pushes me away from her and lets her legs drop back down to the floor before fastening her bra and yanking her shirt back into place.
“I’m not made for the things you like,” she starts to say, looking nervous. “I don’t do one-night stands, and I’m not into what I’ve heard you’re into. I like my job so I think it would be best if this doesn’t…um, happen again.” She glances at the large bulge behind my zipper before meeting my eyes and quickly looking away. “I better go.”
And with those words she slides out the door and she’s gone. I’m left frustrated as hell knowing I’m going to have to finish what she started with my hand, otherwise I’ll be a walking embarrassment all night. I’m also a bit stunned that she could act so damn calm when I feel as though I’ve been hit by a truck.
Pressing against my dick with the heel of my hand, I hiss and quickly make my way upstairs to take care of business, which should have subsided now she isn’t with me, but no fuckin’ luck.
Shoving my way into my apartment, I lock the door so none of my brothers can walk in on me and head straight for the bathroom.
Not having time for a shower, I release my cock with a sigh as I stroke from tip to base, and let my jeans hover around my thighs. I’ll be lucky if this lasts longer than a minute.
Quickly rubbing lube into my hands, I take a firm hold of my shaft and start bringing myself to orgasm with pictures of Rosie running through my head—her breasts that nearly overflowed my hands—her nipples, large and ripe for my mouth…
Growling, I throw my head back and roar through my release, which squirts all over the shower floor and the opposite wall. Fuck me! I back up and drop down onto the john—jeans around my ankles. Holy fuck! If that’s how my body reacts with thoughts of Rosie, how the fuck will I ever survive actually being with her? Not a good idea.
What the fuck have I done?
Since when does talking involve bringing her to orgasm and jacking off in my bathroom?
And why the hell did she look scared when she talked about hearing what I like? For once I wish the staff would mind their own fucking business. It also makes me wonder who’s been filling her head with shit. It’s not all shit though is it?
Taking a deep breath, I clean myself up before turning the showerhead on to wash my cum away from the wall before heading back downstairs to deal with whatever arises tonight. I also need to give Rosie space so that she doesn’t have to avoid me because I really hate it when she does that.
Chapter 6 ~ Rosie
“What’s gotten your panties in a twist, or should I ask who?” Hunter questions me while nursing his longneck.
I frown and ignore him.
After getting cleaned up from my tryst with Ruben, I’ve felt out of sorts. I mean can you blame me? I finally end up in the arms of the man who’s gradually crept into my heart over the past fourteen months—well—maybe not from day one? and what do I go and do? I go and tell him I don’t like kink and having me in his arms won’t happen again. I didn’t exactly say ‘kink’ but there is no way he will have missed what I meant.
“Must be a heated thought to put that color on your face,” Hunter observes, obviously not wanting to leave me alone.
I’d forgotten that he’s sitting in front of me as lost in my own thoughts as I am.
“Sorry. I’m a bit distracted.”
Finishing wiping down the bar between us, I lean back and try not to blush as I watch him give me a once or twice over. He’s a sexy bad ass, but he isn’t Ruben.
“I’d say. I can’t remember the last time I gave a girl the once over only to have her frowning when I’ve finished. I’ve lost my touch.”
I chuckle. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not interested. You have rough and sexy down to a tee, and something tells me you have a trail of burned panties behind you.”
Hunter chokes on his longneck before slamming it back on the bar.
Quickly passing him some napkins to mop up with, I smirk. I rarely have the last word and it’s nice having it with someone who is probably used to having it himself.
“Rough and sexy, huh?” He grins.
Rolling my eyes, I place another longneck in front of him. But before I can pull my hand away, I find it engulfed in his.
“You look sweet and innocent, but underneath all that you’re a little spitfire,” he tells me.