I grinned, watching her try to control me. Her hand unable to wrap around my wrist. Her strength there but nowhere near enough to stop me or move me. Not that she wanted me to move; she wanted my thumb right there.
I gently brought my fingers up and slipped back inside her. The warmth of her sheathing my fingers left me sucking in a deep breath. Goddamn, it took all my will not to rip my cock out of my jeans and fuck her right there. But the sight was too good. Far too beautiful. Like I was being let to see something I wasn’t supposed to. A split second of happiness and a sense of being lucky.
Me. Lucky.
I was invincible, not lucky. I took my hits, loved my scars, and always won my battles.
The thing was, even with my fingers fucking Rose’s sweet pussy into an explosive orgasm that had her hands above her head, gripping the sides of the pillow to her face, she was the one winning the battle here. With her body, her beauty, and what she was showing me of her pretty heart.
I leaned against the bed and slid my thumb up from her clit. I rested it against her soft skin as she continued to rock her hips. Her insides were throbbing, aching for more attention. The scent of her body rose up to me, leaving my lips thirsty and my mouth bone dry. I wanted to fucking devour her.
But Rose’s head was to the side. Her eyes shut and then closed. Pieces of her hair fell across her face, so random, yet painting a scene that would forever be etched into my heart like two lover’s carving their initials into a tree. Her hands rested above her head. Her shirt up above her belly button. Her bottom half completely exposed.
I took my hand away from her body. I stood tall, balling my hands into fists. My cock throbbed in my jeans. This was unheard of. Me… Wes… pleasuring some fucking woman and just letting it end right there? Not a chance in hell.
Tonight was a night of some serious firsts.
I grabbed the blanket and pulled it up over Rose’s body. I leaned down and smelled her hair, but didn’t kiss her. I couldn’t let shit get too serious. I couldn’t mislead her. Maybe she felt something for me - maybe the same thing I felt for her - but she couldn’t love me. I wasn’t meant to be loved.
Plus, she said it herself… there was a lot more bloodshed and death to come.
And that’s what I thought about with a gun on my lap as I sat against the bedroom door, guarding the cabin.
Guarding the most beautiful woman I had ever met.
23.
(Rose)
I woke half naked in bed.
I was shocked, but only for a second, because I remembered what I had done the night before. Something had snapped in me. Sleeping so peacefully and then having Wes’s massive, rock hard hands and arms lift me up. Carrying me to the bedroom, my hands around his neck, my nose flooded with the scent of his skin. That mix of man, sweat, knowing he had been outside hours before fighting a man with a gun.
Whatever it was, something just attacked me. When he placed me down on the bed, I needed him. I wanted him. I craved his touch worse than anything ever in my life. I never acted boldly like that before, but Wes brought out a wild side that I couldn’t control. Especially when I was half asleep, half spaced out.
His touch brought me right back to reality. The pleasure. The feel of his fingers exploring. I hadn’t really expected to come so quick, but oh well.
I climbed out of the bed and checked the bedroom. There was no sign of Wes.
What the hell…
I opened the bedroom door and let out a gasp. Wes was on the floor, on his back. For a moment I thought he was dead. Someone had come into the cabin and killed him. Maybe it was Luke and he was out there waiting for me.
Then Wes started to move. His left leg bent a little and he moved his right arm over his face, covering his eyes. But that wasn’t the only thing that moved on him. The large bulge that pressed against his jeans caught my attention.
Holy fuck.
There was no way that could be comfortable. To be that hard and have it pressing against the insides of his jeans. I swallowed hard as my body started to tingle. I was still naked from the waist down and the obvious was starting to happen to me.
Plus, it was morning and who didn’t enjoy it in the morning?
I slowly bent my knees and fell before Wes. I gently touched the bulge and confirmed that it was his cock that was rock hard. I opened the button with careful ease and unzipped his jeans. My hands grabbed the top of his boxers and I tugged them down, watching his beautiful and thick hardness pop free. The veins were so full and his dick so well defined, I swore I could have stared at it for hours.
But I didn’t want to stare at it…
I gripped his shaft and squeezed, slowly stroking him. Wes had set a fire off inside me that I never felt before. I hurried to straddle him and leaned forward. He was starting to move again, his body waking itself up to the feeling of someone touching his dick.
When his eyes opened, he did a double take and groaned. “What the fuck, sweetie?”
I thrust my hips forward and placed the engorged tip of his cock to my body and then smiled. “Ready?”
“Holy…”