Rosie gets more comfortable in my arms and I’m sure if she could, she’d have climbed inside me. Her face is buried in my neck, soaking my skin and the collar of my shirt with her tears.
All I can do is continue holding her until she manages to calm down and pray she doesn’t realize the hardness sticking into her ass is my cock, which is so damn inappropriate right now. I’ve no chance though. Having her this close to me makes my heart turn over.
Chapter 2 ~ Rosie
My face is hurting like a bitch, and all I can do is blubber all over Ruben, the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. The only man who has ever made my heart pound in excitement, and my legs quiver whenever I hear his voice. Even now, with everything that has happened, my pulse is dancing with excitement at the feel of his strong arms around me and the musky scent that is all him.
I take another shuddering breath and squeeze out the images from earlier. Tonight had been frightening, and something that didn’t usually happen at Kenza. It was also just my luck to get in the way of a fist as the dick was letting fly at the guy who was being a coward by ducking behind me.
I’m surprised my teeth hadn’t flown out with the force of his fist. At least the shock of him hitting me froze everyone in place and allowed Tony, and a customer I’d been talking to, Hunter, haul the culprits outside to wait for the cops. Simon quickly lifted me into his arms and carried me back here to Ruben’s office.
And I’m now being held in Ruben’s arms, which feels amazing and I really don’t want to move because when I do he’ll go back to avoiding me. His avoidance hurts. It hurts a lot especially when I know he spends some of his nights with other women away from the club.
Simon’s caught me watching Ruben on a few occasions. To make it worse, Simon makes sure I know every time Ruben leaves with someone, which has me spending the rest of the night locked away in my apartment. I try not to think about him being with someone else when my heart aches for him.
I’m stupid. What would he see in me? He has money and so does his family. I hardly have any. I have a small savings account for emergencies, but nothing to write home about. But I’ve fallen for him in a big way. Every time he does something sweet for one of the staff, or even me, I fall deeper.
Ruben also frightens me a little bit. He has so much experience with women that if the opportunity ever arose for me to be with him, he’d probably be disappointed. I’ve been with three men, well, boys I guess, in my twenty-three years, and how many women has he been with? Too many to count I bet.
“Rosie, darlin’.” He starts to caress my back. “Is the pain getting any easier?”
The painkillers are starting to kick in, and my other senses have started to wake up—I feel him. He’s rock hard against me, and I don’t just mean what’s going on in his pants, although I can definitely feel something hard down there. Ruben’s hard all over—smells damn good too. He has a dark sensual spice that makes me want to lean one inch closer to lick the throbbing pulse in his neck.
“Mmm,” I moan, moving closer to him. What did he ask me? Something about pain?
I’m not sure he realizes what he’s doing, but he has his fingers buried in my hair, holding me against him with one hand while the other continues caressing down my back.
“The pain is more of a throb now,” I whisper, “instead of a fire.”
My hands without any help from me start to slide through the hair at the nape of his neck.
He shudders and presses me against him.
I wiggle my butt to try and get closer still – positive that I’m loosing my mind—unable to help myself now that I’m in his arms.
He growls, “Rosie,” when I rub against his hard penis.
Not having much experience with the naked body parts of a man, I have trouble calling it anything but penis. Anne, the girl that I’m friends with from the apartment next door, loves using the word cocksucker—I cringe every time she uses it. Dick isn’t that bad, but cock; I just can’t get my head around it. When I think of a penis, my mind wanders to Ruben, and I try to imagine what his looks like. From the feel of things I’m right with the idea that he’s long with a wide girth. Is the mushroom head of his length red or plum color? Does he leak cum when he’s excited? I shudder at the images racing through my mind.
I really need to shut my train of thought down because my panties are about to combust. Not to mention the man beneath me who is gripping my hips like he’s about to explode—his breathing uneven—I put my mouth to the pulse in his neck and suck.
“Jesus. Fuck,” Ruben shouts, jumping up. Before I can get my lust-ridden brain to work, I find myself sprawled out on his office floor with him looming over me—breathing deeply. The bulge behind his zipper twitches as he chokes out, “Rosie.”