34. Othelia
Chapter thirty-four
Othelia
Rook holds the door open for me as we step out onto the sidewalk in front of a quaint pale blue and white cottage. I can’t help but feel like I’ve stepped back in time to the 1950s. A cozy patch of grass sits in front, a gravel path winds its way to the front door, and a sloping driveway disappears around the back. The lush trees that envelop the property are truly captivating.
Even though we’ve only traveled twenty minutes out of the city, this feels much more suburban and definitely not where I expected Rook to live. I’d pictured some apartment in the city or somewhere near the arena, but this looks like it was built for a family.
Rook, with my suitcase in hand, unlocks the front door and graciously holds it open for me to enter. I’m surprised walking in. The house’s older facade hides the sleek and modern renovations that have been done inside.
As you enter, the gray wash hardwood floors set the tone, leading your eyes to the all-white kitchen with striking black accents. Very masculine, very Rook.
“This is not what I expected.” I continue to walk through the space, taking in the plush gray couch and the floor to ceiling wall of DVDs. He locks the door behind us and takes my bag to what I assume is the main bedroom, returning to lean on the doorway, watching me as I look around.
“What were you expecting?” he asks
“I don’t know. More…” I move closer to the small fireplace on the far wall. “More bachelor pad.” Something sterile where he could take girls.
The wooden mantle, otherwise empty, is adorned with two photo frames. Intrigued, I move closer and trace my finger along the edge of the first photo.
A beautiful woman with long blond braided hair stands in a flowing sundress with the cutest little boy. With the Space Needle as their backdrop, she raises her arm in the air, the little boy by her side, his black hair tousled as he gazes up at her with pure adoration.
Moving to the second photo, I smile at a slightly younger Rook on draft day, holding up his Boston jersey, smiling wide and carefree. The same woman, now slightly older, looks up at him with the same expression as the little boy from the photo next to it. How unfair of life to force such a sweet boy to deal with so much.
“Yeah, I bought this after my first year. Mom and I actually rented the apartment downstairs when I was a teenager before I got drafted. I came across the listing when I was looking for a place to stay while Mom was in the hospital.”
“So you bought it?”
“Yeah,” he huffs out, taking in the space. “Part of me hoped Mom could live here while she recuperated. So I had both the house and the flat completely renovated to make sure it was safe for her to come home to.” He rubs at the back of his neck before dropping his hands back down to his sides. “I didn’t realize how severe her injuries were and that she probably wouldn’t be able to come home without round-the-clock care.”
“Rook…” I walk up to him, placing my hands over his heart. My heart aches for him, to not only withstand all of this, but to do so alone.
“It’s alright, I’ve come to terms with it now. Instead, I use this as my home base. It’s only ten minutes from the airport, twelve minutes from Mom and only half an hour to the arena if Seattle ever gives me a contract.”
“It must be hard, flying back and forth so much.”
He just shrugs. “Maybe one day I can have her live downstairs, but for now, it’s just my life.” He clears his throat. “Now… how long have I got you for?” He slides my jacket off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
“Well…” I slowly tug at the lapels of his suit jacket. He takes the hint and in seconds it joins my jacket on the floor. “I have a flight at ten and it’s now,” I lift his wrist to look at the black and silver watch on his wrist, “midnight, so I’d say maybe eight more hours if you’re lucky.”
Rook groans as he grabs my pant loops, pulling me towards him. “I don’t think eight hours is going to be enough.” He grabs onto the back of my neck and crashes our mouths together, searing heat radiating through my body as I feel myself come alive with his touch.
He pulls back. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“What?” I frown.
“I just want to make sure this is what you want. I didn’t bring you back here just to fuck you, Othelia.”
“You didn’t?” I feign shock, and his cocky smirk comes back full force. “Shame, that was the only reason I agreed to come.”
“Smart ass,” is the only warning I get before he sweeps me up into his arms, causing me to squeal before he gently sets me down on the black and gray comforter.
I try to take in what I can see in the room from the dim light coming from the lamps in the lounge, but the smell of his cologne as he peppers kisses down my neck and across my collarbone distracts me.
“I love your ass in these jeans,” he runs his hands over my ass before smacking my cheek, “but they’re gonna have to go.”
Unbuttoning my jeans, I lift to help him tear them down my legs as they join the ever-growing pile of our clothing. He leans forward to slide up my top, but I halt his hands.
“Uh, uh mister, I seem to be getting naked a hell of a lot faster than you are.”
Tipping his lips up in a smirk, he leans over me, pinning me to the bed. “OK, Rockstar, what do you want gone?”
His nearness is making my brain short circuit, but I squeak out a quiet, “Shirt.”
“Oh, you wanna see my abs again, baby?” I can feel wetness coating the inside of my legs just by calling me baby. All I can do is vehemently nod, apparently now unable to form words.
He chuckles, standing at the end of the bed as he unbuttons his shirt painfully slowly. His eyes trail my body as he undoes one freaking button at a time and I want to lean forward to rip it off.
When it drops to the floor, my mouth goes dry. His stomach is even more defined than I remember, broad strong shoulders tapering down into a narrow waist before his abs dip into a tight V, the light dusting of hair leading down into his tailored suit pants. The tattoos covering his arms and chest are barely visible in the dimly lit room.
I sit forward, sliding my hands up my tattooed legs as his gaze locks on the progression of my fingers.
I skim across the waistband of my panties before continuing, dragging my tee up my stomach, my eyes never leaving his. He licks his lips and clenches his fists, his restraint palpable as he resists the urge to reach out and touch me.
With a gentle movement, I shift myself towards the foot of the bed, the soft fabric beneath me gliding against my body. As I pull my t-shirt off, my hair tumbles down, draping over my exposed chest.
He squeezes his eyes shut and tips his head to the roof as he growls, “Fuck, Rockstar, you are killing me.” His eyes smolder as his gaze locks intensely with mine. “Can I touch you?”
I try to stifle my laugh, but that only makes it almost come out as a snort and a soft smile tips up his lips. “I would be disappointed if you didn’t.”
His eyes don’t leave mine as he undoes his belt buckle, the sound of it snapping through the loops as he pulls it free, has me squeezing my thighs together, his eyes tracking the movement as he undoes the button for his jeans.
His hands glide down my arms, his thumbs gently brushing over my hardened nipples, sending a shiver down my spine. I arch my back, pressing my body closer to his, while my hands land firmly on his abs.
“Good Lord.” I whisper as my nails run over the dips and valleys of the chiseled muscles. They shake as he chuckles before he leans in, his lips grazing against mine, tasting and savoring the moment as he explores our connection. I melt against him as he deepens our kiss, and his hands glide to my waist to support me as he takes his time devouring me, groaning against my lips.
I feel the hardness of him through his jeans as his erection strains to be freed. Not breaking our kiss, I slide my hands down to his waistband, sliding both his jeans and boxers over his ass in one push.
His impressive cock proudly springs free and I can’t help but take in his thick smooth length as it pulses. My mouth gapes at his size, and I second guess my ability to fit him inside me, but I ache for the feel of it.
“Don’t worry, Rockstar,” he croons into the shell of my ear. “It will fit, I promise.” He nips at my ear and licks down the column of my neck, stopping to suck just above my collarbone.
I gasp at the feel of his mouth on my skin as he sucks and licks my body, aching for him to suck and lick other parts of my body.
Pausing, he moves to the side table, breaking open a new packet of condoms before sliding one free and returning to me. Tearing the foiling between his teeth, he slides it on with ease. My eyes fall to his cock as I hungrily lick my lips, dying to taste him.
“You need to stop looking at me like that, Rockstar, or I’m going to want you on your knees, your mouth filled with my cock.” That sounds more than appealing, but he catches me before I can drop to my knees with a growl.
“Not now, we have plenty of time for that later.” He picks me up, turning us so his back is to the bed and he places me on the floor before he sits on the edge, leaning back on his elbows, a playful glint lighting up his features. “Right now, I want to watch you impale yourself on my cock.”
The moment he raises his brows in question, my mouth turns into a desert and I gape at him. Resisting the urge to clench my thighs at his brazenness, I step towards him and he holds out a hand, helping me straddle him before leaning back.
His eyes dip to where his tip grazes my entrance before he looks back at me, his features softening as a flash of fear crosses his face. Oh God, he’s having second thoughts now I’m actually over him.
My thoughts are silenced as he sits himself up, crashing our lips together once more. One hand wrapping around his cock, he positions himself at my entrance, already slick and pulsing with my need.
A small gasp leaves him when he feels my hand wrap around his. He moves his hand away, letting me wrap my fingers around his thickness and he pulses in my hand. Leaning back, he bites his lips as his eyes lock on his cock in my hand as I notch him at my entrance. I exhale, hoping this is how he wants it as I slowly lower, impaling myself.
He sucks in a breath as I slide onto him, my body trying to adapt to his size but greedily wanting to accept him. We both groan when I bottom out, the feeling of fullness overwhelming all of my senses, and my head drops back as I savor the feeling of him inside me.
Just as I go to lift, his fingers dig into my waist, halting my movement. “Stop.” His voice is shaky. I freeze, terrified I’ve done something wrong.
His chest rises and falls heavily as he sucks in air. He squeezes his eyes shut like he is in pain, but his thumbs continue to rub soothing circles on my hips.
“Are you okay?” I hesitantly ask.
“That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen and I’m two seconds away from blowing in you like this is my first time, and I really want to make this good for you.”
I release a breathy laugh at his confession, leaning forward to kiss him. “This is good for me,” I say as I lift myself up, the sensation of being impaled sending shivers down my spine. Dropping again, my hands run across my chest as I groan, tipping my head back at the overwhelming sensations.
Reaching his tipping point, he grips my ass, flipping me onto my back in one movement, while remaining firmly inside me.
We collide in a mashing of tongues and teeth as we grind together, our moans filling the room.
I can feel my orgasm building with each measured stroke of his cock, my walls clamping tight around him as they flutter with the anticipation of my impending release.
“Jesus, fuck. Baby, I’m gonna need you to come on my cock now.” His words are rough and demanding as he continues to slam inside me, my walls pulsing at his demands. He slips a hand between us. It only takes a few expert circles of his thumb on my clit for me to erupt.
Rook follows me over the edge with a guttural groan as he nuzzles into my neck, panting, his hips still driving into me, drawing out all we have left.
As we lay together, I can feel his rapid breaths against my skin, his firmness still pulsating inside me. “I don’t want to move. That was fucking…” Words fail him but I know how he feels.
My body has never responded to anyone like that before. My body’s needs are both under my command and beyond my control, leaving me speechless except for a whispered “yeah” in agreement.
Eventually, he reluctantly pulls out and I let out a small whimper at the emptiness left behind. Stroking my face, he kisses me before pushing himself off the bed and disappearing into what must be a bathroom. He returns, condom now discarded, but cock still impressively firm.
When he climbs onto the bed, the mattress dips under his weight. He pulls me to him, my head resting on his chest as he tucks the covers over us. We don’t say anything else as we drift off to sleep, my stomach fluttering as I smile into the dark, wrapped securely in his arms.