I caress his face while trying to bring my emotions under control. Ruben always has them switched on high, and hearing him tell me he really wants ‘this’ makes my heart feel lighter than it did. As much as I want to shout from the rooftops, I hesitate before I jump on the ledge; I need to know what he thinks ‘this’ is. So I ask, “What’s this, Ruben? I don’t want to misunderstand.”
“Oh baby. You’re my girl. My girlfriend. My lover. Only mine. Exclusive.” He sweeps in and kisses the hell out of me before lifting his head. “I’m serious Rosie. I want to do the girlfriend thing. I want you to be with me at family events. Sunday dinner at my parents’.” He groans. “But you have to promise you won’t run a mile when my mom asks you about weddings and babies. Thanks to Michael and Sebastian she won’t stop.”
“I won’t run a mile.” There is no way I’d run away from Ruben, he’s my…my everything. Unable to let him off easy, I tease, “I’ll just tell her the wedding’s next month and to expect another grandbaby nine months from then.” I grin, but it slips when I see the frown on Rubens face.
He doesn’t want that. My heart sinks when I realize ‘this’ between us isn’t going to lead to anything permanent, and that it’s just until he gets fed-up with me.
I try to move from under him, but he won’t budge so I start to struggle, really needing to be away from him before my tears begin to fall. I can already feel them threatening to spill over.
“Dammit Rosie. What’s wrong?” He holds me tight not letting go of me. “Talk to me.”
“You’re an ass,” I shout. “Now get off me, please.” My tears are still hovering, but now I’m feeling angry at him for being a dick… Angry at me for reading more into what he said than I should have.
“Not until you tell me what set you off.”
Is he for real? How can he not know?
“I was teasing about what I’d say to your mom,” I whisper, “but by your reaction you didn’t think so. I thought you really wanted this between us to work, but by your reaction it’s as though you don’t really see us lasting… It made me feel like you were only in this until you’d had enough of me. That isn’t me. Now please let me up.”
“No.”
“No,” I repeat.
“You’re screwing with my head. God woman. I knew you were teasing, but hell, marriage and kids hadn’t even crossed my mind. I was thinking. And I sure as hell wasn’t thinking we wouldn’t get to that place. It really hadn’t occurred to me. I’m in this for as long as you’ll have me.” His gaze is serious but I go still under him, the fight going out of me as he talks. “If I only wanted sex, I wouldn’t want you with me at family events. I’ve never in my thirty-five years taken a female,” he smiles, “girlfriend to meet my parents and brothers. Never Rosie. So does that answer your question about my motives?” he asks, the frown still evident with the lines across his brow. He’s worried about my answer.
I need to stop reading into things because that’s how everything upsetting happens between us. It’s about trusting him at the end of the day. And I do, it’s just difficult when presented with his past, not to mention me misreading his reaction.
“I’m sorry.” I bring his face to mine and kiss each of his eyes, his nose before settling on his lips. His bottom lip is plump, which I suck into my mouth. “I’m sorry, Ruben.”
He shakes his head. “No. I’m the one who is sorry, but let’s forget that part of this morning. I want to remember waking up with you in my arms. I want to remember what you felt like wrapped around my cock.”
The said ‘cock’ has risen again, but as I look at him I see the sincerity in his eyes.
I’m going to do this with him because it would hurt too much not to. I grin. I have a boyfriend.
“What are you grinning at?”
“I have a boyfriend,” I tell him, pinching him on the ass, which I soothe with my hand and feel his shaft twitching between us.
“Say it again?” He kisses me. “Say it again, Rosie.”
Pulling him forward, I bite his earlobe and whisper, “I have a boyfriend,” and feel his penis surge against me.
He pulls back, panting and kisses the tip of my nose before saying, “As much as I’d like to spend the day in bed with you, we need to shower and get dressed. I want to take you for breakfast.”
Is he for real? He’s hard as hell resting against my thigh, which jerks when I reach out and stroke him.
“Breakfast,” he says and I’m not sure who he’s trying to convince.
I rub his leaking tip, coating the head with his pre-cum. His eyes are shut as his breathing catches. “Please stop Rosie,” he begs.
Releasing him, I bring him down to my mouth, but he won’t deepen the kiss to my disappointment.
“I can’t. You have me on a razor’s edge.” He rolls on to his back, but entwines his fingers with mine giving my hand a squeeze. Jumping up from the bed he turns to me, and all I can do is admire the man before me. He’s all muscle with a sinfully sexy ‘V’ leading to his jutting penis that makes my mouth water.