21. Rosalie
TWENTY-ONE
Rosalie
I take the scenic route, hips swaying like I’ve got all night as I make my way to the bathroom. But then Jay catches my wrist in the dim hallway, backing me into a supply closet door marked employees only .
“I’m fucking that attitude out of your system.”
I arch my back against the door and look up at him. “Oh, well, then show me.”
“Stairs.” He nips my earlobe. “Go down the stairs, there’s a hidden corner.”
Our footsteps are quick and quiet, his close behind mine as Derek’s laugh ricochets through the walls above us. It’s loud enough to cover the creak of the old stairs beneath my heels.
“Careful,” Jay mutters low, like he’s already predicting my next move.
But careful isn’t really my style.
Halfway down, I stop short and whip around, catching him off guard. His ocean-blue eyes widen just a second before I grab his shirt collar and pull him into a kiss. My lips crash against his, fast and fierce, the kind of kiss that makes your head spin and your heart race like you’re in sudden death overtime. He tastes like trouble, and damn if I don’t want more.
“Rosie—” he starts, but I cut him off with another kiss, this one slower, deeper. His hand slides to my hip, gripping tight like he’s trying to anchor himself—or maybe me. Probably both.
And then, because I’m me and life loves a little chaos, I lose my balance.
“Shit!” We tumble down the stairs, my elbow smacking into the railing, his body twisting as we somehow manage to come to a stand at the bottom.
“Jesus Christ, Rosie,” he groans, wincing as he moves us both to the corner behind the stairs, where two doors probably lead to different storage rooms. His hand instinctively moves to his leg—his bad leg—and guilt punches me right in the gut.
“Shit. Sorry.” My voice is softer now, the fiery edge gone. “Your leg…God, I’m sorry.” I scramble away from him.
“Forget it. Just—” He exhales hard, his eyes locking onto mine. Something shifts in his expression, something darker, hungrier. Then, before I can say another word, he yanks me closer by the wrist.
“Jay—” I barely get his name out before he cuts me off.
“On your knees.”
The words hit me like a slap, low and hot in my stomach. My breath catches, and again, the world narrows to just us—the heat of his stare, the rasp of his voice, the way his shoulders tense like he’s holding himself back from something dangerous.
“What?” I say.
“Down,” he says again, quieter this time but no less commanding. There’s nothing polite or patient about it. It’s not a question—it’s an order. And that’s when I’m back to normal.
Oh. He wants to play. That I can do.
And that’s why I stay where I am, my palms flat against the door behind me for balance. My eyes flick up to his, and I let a little smirk curl at the corner of my lips.
“Can you do as you’re told, Rosie?” His words slide out low and rough, each syllable coiled tight with challenge. That voice—Jesus—it’s like the growl of a storm rolling in. And those eyes? They burn. Fuck, he’s so freaking hot.
“Do as I’m told?” I repeat, letting the words hang there, dripping with mock disbelief. “Make. Me.”
I’m letting the words come out light, playful, even though I mean every word of it. Because I’m reckless like that. Because I want to see how far he’ll go. Because, honestly? There’s nothing more fun than daring Jayce Thorne to lose control.
For a second, he doesn’t move. Just stares at me like he’s debating whether it’s worth it to snap or if he should keep whatever leash he’s got on himself. Then, one corner of his mouth twists—half smirk, half sneer—and it’s the only warning I get before he shifts closer.
“Careful, Rosie,” he murmurs. “You might not like what happens next.”
“Try me, daddy,” I shoot back.
And that’s when he moves. Quick. Precise. Before I can throw out another taunt, his hands are on my shoulders, turning me, spinning this whole moment into something else entirely.
He pushes me down.
My knees hit the tiles with a sharp clink, and yeah, it stings for a second, but not enough to pull me out of it. The air down here is cooler, sharper, and goose bumps ripple up my spine like a domino effect.
“Jay,” I start, or maybe I don’t—I can’t tell because now his fingers are under my chin. Thumb, then forefinger, tilting my head up until I’m looking right at him. Really looking at him.
That expression, though? Stern. Intense. Like he’s cataloging every inch of me, figuring out where I’ll bend and where I’ll snap. It should piss me off, but instead, it sends this nervous energy buzzing through me, pooling low in a way I can’t—or won’t—ignore.
I’m so fucking wet right now.
“Well?” My voice doesn’t sound half as steady as I want it to be. “You just gonna stare?”
He then puts his thumb in my mouth, and I suck at it.
His brow quirks, just barely, but it’s enough for me to feel like I’ve poked at a bear. A very hot, very dangerous bear.
Jay zips his jeans open and his cock springs out.
I grin at it. Long and thick.
Then he takes my head and thrusts his penis against my mouth, making me swallow it.
“Be a good girl and choke on my cock.”
My palms find his thighs—solid beneath the fabric of his jeans.
I take it all until it hits my throat and I gag a little.
“Yeah, just like with that fucking straw. Take it, baby.”
I wrap my hand tighter around his shaft, feeling its firmness and smoothness as I stroke it up and down while my tongue swirls around the tip, exploring every crevice and bump before taking him fully in my mouth again.
“Atta girl. You take it so well.”
He moans and I notice that he’s holding back while the wet sounds of my mouth moving on his shaft is all I can focus on. I glance up and notice that he’s guarding the stairs, ready to stop it in case someone is coming down. I swallow his cock entirely and bob my head up and down while my fingers cling to his thighs. He closes his eyes, tilting his head back.
Somewhere above us glass shatters.
“No, absolutely not. Vampires are way better than werewolves,” Priya’s voice slices through the chaos. There’s a muffled thud, followed by the team’s rookie, Shiny, yelling something about needing another cannon.
I snort, the sound slipping out before I can help it.
“Focus.” Jay’s voice is low, cutting through my distraction like a blade, and suddenly his hand is in my hair, curling at the roots, tugging just enough to get my attention.
“Ow,” I say, but it’s a lie. The pull sends a spark straight down my spine, pooling where I don’t want to admit it.
“Be a good girl,” he says, his tone gravelly, dangerous, and oh-so unfair. “Eat my dick.” He tilts my head back again only to thrust with full force into my mouth and I gag once more.
His hand fists harder, pulling just enough to make me gasp.
I hiss, but we both know I don’t mean it.
A tingling sensation spreads across my scalp, and my heartbeat pounds so intensely that I’m convinced he can hear it. I gaze up at him as I continue to take him in repeatedly, until the pressure against my throat causes tears to well up in my eyes. His ocean-blue eyes burn as they lock onto mine, watching me. And for a second, the whole world narrows to just this—his hold on me, his heat pressing in, and me deliberately eating him up.
His cock is so slick and hot against my tongue, pulsing with each twitch as he nears release. And then there’s this muffled sound, and I go faster and faster until he shudders and practically explodes into my mouth. His hot seed coating my tongue and sliding down my throat.
I have difficulty swallowing everything and a little spills out of my mouth, which I quickly lick away. He observes each of my actions, trembling as he watches me. There is a wet sound as he pulls out of my mouth, and his thumb is gentle yet firm as it traces my lip, slowly, pushing all of his cum back into my mouth. I run my tongue over his thumb, savoring the way his eyes darken as he watches me—still completely captivated, still burning with need.
And just then, the sound of my name echoes down the hall, Riley’s voice calling out. “Rosie? Rosie, where are you?”
My heart skips a beat. Fuck.
Jay grips my shoulders. “Supply room,” he growls, already pulling me up.
We stumble through the nearest door, and I hear Jay mutter something like “ Oh, the luck we have .” Jay’s movements are swift and precise despite his injured leg. He pushes me inside. The room is dimly lit, with shelves of equipment everywhere narrowing down to a small corridor, where we’re perched in between. But when he shuts the door, we’re in the dark and it takes one second for Jay to have his hands everywhere. He yanks my dress up and my panties down, his fingers brushing against my skin with an urgency that makes me surrender.
I lean back against a shelf, the metal cold against my bare skin.
“Hurry,” I whisper. “I need you so much.”
He lifts me effortlessly, his strength a reminder of the powerhouse he was on the ice, and my legs wrap around him. But then I feel him pause, adjusting his weight. “You okay? Should I—”
“Never too wrecked for carrying you like the princess you are.”
“But—”
“Stop worrying. I’m fine.”
I nod, my hands tangling in his hair. “Good. Now, less talking, more—”
He cuts me off with a deep kiss and everything around me melts away, leaving only the sound of our ragged breathing and the creak of the old shelves. It’s quick and rough, the kind of passion that leaves you breathless and wanting more.
My hands are all over him as he fucks me over and over again.
I’m barely managing to keep quiet, but I know we must. My fingers clutch the shelf bars behind me, and I feel the intense wave building fast. To stifle my scream, I sink my teeth into his neck, savoring the moment as I ride out the electrifying release, and I finally collapse against him.
Jay’s forehead rests against mine, both of us catching our breath.
“You’re fucking reckless, you know that?” he mutters.
I smile, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “You’re so good at pleasing me that I can’t help but tease you until you give in. And here we are.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Here we are.”
He kisses me one last time before finally letting me down.
I smooth down my dress while he zips up his trousers, both of us working in quiet urgency. When I fumble with his tie, trying to fix it as best as I can in the dark, I whisper, “So, what now? We can’t just walk back in there like we didn’t completely disappear.”
He exhales sharply, tying his hair up into a sleek bun again. “God, Rosie, this is exactly what I didn’t want. But, well…I’m an idiot when it comes to you. Always was.”
I blink. “What do you mean, always —”
“Rosie?” Riley’s voice cuts through, closer now.
Shit. Is he coming down?
Jay’s hand brushes my wrist, a silent protest, but I don’t think—I just move. I slip out, ignoring Jay’s sharp intake of breath behind me, and head straight for Riley. He’s halfway down the stairs, just far enough that he can’t see where I came from, and I thank the Devil or God—whoever is actually listening to me these days.
My brother’s eyes scan my face, brows furrowing. “God, have you been crying?”
I hesitate for half a second—then I just go with it. I swipe at my eyes, faking a watery sniffle. Damn it. I didn’t think about what I’d look like. “It’s okay…you did amazing, Riley. The proposal—”
His jaw tightens. “It’s because of the pressure you’re under, right? Ethan, Dad, we’re all working on it, Rosie. We’ll figure it out.”
I shake my head. “It’s just…a lot.” And it is, but honestly, when I’m with Jay, I don’t think so much about the threat. He’s making me feel so good in so many different ways. But yeah, of course, the thing with Kix is nagging at me nonstop.
Riley’s body relaxes, and before I can react, he pulls me into a hug.
I freeze for a beat before I realize—he thinks that’s why I’m “crying.” And because it’s easy, because I’m a terrible fucking person, I just go with it again.
“It’ll be okay,” he murmurs against my hair.
I nod against his chest, letting him believe the lie as I pull him up the stairs, far away from Jay. Damn it. I feel bad.
“Come on,” he says as we’re waiting in front of the restrooms. “You deserve to have a good time. Go freshen up and then come dance with us.”
I force a small, grateful smile and turn toward the bathroom. But as I reach for the door handle, Riley frowns.
“Aren’t the bathrooms downstairs?” He moves as if to head that way, and panic spikes through me.
Without thinking, I grab his elbow—too quick, too frantic. “No,” I blurt, way too loud. “I mean…no. I thought they were, but—well, I just…I just cried down there.”
Riley softens again, sighing before pulling me into yet another hug. “It will all be okay soon.”
I really hope so.