“She only has an elderly grandmother who lives in the River View Retirement Village so I kinda felt sorry for her. She’s already good friends with Lily so I thought I’d bring her for dinner to get with the girls.” He shrugs. “It’s no big deal.”
It’s no big deal! I’ve seen the way Sylvia looks at my brother when his attention is elsewhere. I think it’s more of a deal than he wants to admit. I’m also curious as to what is going on between Lucien and Sabrina. They avoided each other like the plague earlier. After Lucien had brought Rosie clothes from Sabrina, they’d acted strange whenever they were together.
I’m about to put him on the spot to rescue Ramon when Rosie lifts her head and bites down on my ear lobe. The most sensitive part of my body, well, apart from my balls and rock-hard cock. Fuck. She’s nibbling down my neck and back up to my lobe. Anymore and she’s going to have me embarrassing myself in front of everyone. As it is my dick is hard, pulsing and leaking in excitement. Every time she’s around my ears, I get an instant, rock-hard boner.
“Take me upstairs, Ruben,” she whispers into my ear before clamping down again on my lobe. My whole body shudders as arousal rushes through my body. God, I’m in trouble. She has me on sensory overload. I can’t remember the last time I felt as though I had seconds before I came.
“Now.” She presses her * against me at the same time as she sucks my lobe into her mouth. My dick jerks. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I grab her hips and hold her down against me as I come in a silent orgasm that takes my breath. I hear her chuckle against me before she slips her tongue into my ear causing my cock to release more cum.
I’m a mess. My face is buried in her neck and she holds me close, allowing me to get my bearings. When I do, I silently groan. This doesn’t look good. I’ve just had an orgasm in front of the whole fucking club!
“Don’t stress. We’re alone. Your brothers left after the first bite.”
Thank God for that.
“Carry me to bed, Ruben, and make love to me until I can’t walk.”
“My pleasure.”
Praying that having Rosie in my arms hides any damp patches on my jeans and shirt, I grab her ass letting her legs wrap around me and carry her out of the club toward the stairs leading to my apartment. I thank God she’s my girl, and don’t give a shit who sees us.
Chapter 26 ~ Rosie
Finding out during the early hours of the morning that Ruben was going on a two day trip wasn’t the best way to wake up and made me wonder why he’d left it so late to tell me. I mean we’d spent the whole day together yesterday so there was plenty of opportunity to say something. To say I’m still a little miffed is an understatement. I’m kinda pissed. Who waits until the last minute to tell their girlfriend they’re going away? Ugh! Well at least the chrome that edges the bar will be shining by the time I’m done. Kenza has cleaners who come in to do all this, but I need to burn my anger off before I turn it on the customers—all two customers that is.
Kenza opens the bar at two in the afternoon, but we always keep the main part of the club blocked off until later in the evening. We get a few regulars around this time that like to come in and sit back with a drink while they people watch. A couple of women who work in an office building a block over have recently become regulars. I can’t decide whether they’re here to drool over Ruben or Simon, even though I’m sure it’s the both of them that they try to catch the attention of.
Ruben ignores them other than to offer a polite hello if they get in his path. Simon has gotten into the habit of sitting with them for a drink, and flirting with them. At least that’s why I think they always walk out of the place with a blush on their faces. It could be the alcohol they consume though.
Reaching one end of the bar, I stand back and admire the shine. It’s so shiny I can see my reflection through it more clearly than usual. It also tells me there is a huge guy standing behind me with the look of Hunter.
While turning to look at him, I lean back against the bar and smile up to him. I like Hunter and wish the darkness I see in his eyes—when he hasn’t hidden it behind a shield—would disappear. He’s a good guy and I’m sure he doesn’t deserve to be fighting whatever demons he is.
“I don’t think Ruben would be happy to catch you looking at me like that.” He smirks.
“Like what,” I ask really curious as to how he thinks I’m looking at him. He doesn’t answer so I try again, “Hunter. How was I looking at you?”
He runs his hands through his hair—a clear sign he isn’t happy with the way this conversation is going. Why do guys always tug at their hair when they’re unsure how to answer? Ruben does this and so do his brothers. It’s definitely a guy thing.
Hunter leans closer, and says, “You were looking at me as though you wanted to get to know me. As in the down and dirty getting to know me.” He laughs.