Chapter 6
Like a Virgin
GREER
My blood pressure skyrockets. Fuck him and fuck this. With what I’m going to make, I’ll be able to replace anything in that room.
The door opens behind me and I close my eyes. Fuck, he heard.
Hands wrap around my waist and draw me back against Roarke. Heat floods me from his touch.
“What’s keeping you, Greer?” His voice is dark in my ears. His body is hot against mine. The way he purrs my name makes my panties melt.
I open my eyes to see the stunned look on Chad’s face.
“You’re…you’re…” His stammer almost makes me smile.
“OMG, you’re Roarke Flynn!” the blond practically screams. “I’m such a big fan. Can I get a selfie? Anna is never going to believe me.”
Roarke’s hands tighten against me, causing little shivers to race through me. Chad’s mouth is still open as he stares at Roarke.
“Excuse us, but we’re on a tight schedule.” I hear the smile in Roarke’s voice, but his tone says you’re fucking bothering me. “Think we could get what we came for, mate?”
“Uh…” Chad glances down at me like I’m the one making him look like a fool.
The blond steps forward and opens the door. “Of course, Roarke. Anything you want. I’m Bunny, by the way.”
She puts her hand in the center of Chad’s back and pushes him into the living room. Roarke glides me out of the way.
“Thanks, Bunny.” Roarke must smile at her, because she practically beams.
He guides me into the bedroom and shuts the door. He gives me a gentle push into the room. “Hurry, poppet.”
I rush forward and grab for a bag and fill it with my stuff.
“Yours?” Roarke holds up a pair of sneakers. Obviously mine, since they look like children’s. I nod, and he grabs a bag off the floor to shove shoes in.
The knocking begins. “Hey, man.”
Chad’s found his voice. I roll my eyes. But when I meet Roarke’s, he’s pissed.
I bite my lip. Chad can’t fuck this up for me. “I’ll deal with him.”
“Fuck that.” Roarke takes the bag from me and lifts me up before backing me against the wall next to the door.
I squeal at the abrupt weightless feeling and then gasp when he presses against me. My legs and arms wrap around him, drawing him in close, holding on. His hand grabs my ass to hold me against him. Fuck, he feels good. All hard muscle.
My cheeks are on fire, and I can’t lift my gaze to his. I’m not sure what he’s hoping to prove, but my cheeks aren’t the only thing on fire.
The doorknob rattles. I turn to watch it, but Roarke grabs my chin and makes me look into his eyes. My panties dampen at the heat there.
“Want payback, poppet?” Roarke raises his eyebrow. His thumb trails over my lips and they part for him. Pretty sure I’ll do whatever he wants when he looks at me like that.
The doorknob turns. I remember Chad with my panties on the bed. Payback would be fantastic. I lift my head in a nod and Roarke slams his lips down on mine. My breath catches.
The door opens. “What the fuck?”
But then Roarke opens his mouth over mine and his tongue teases along my lips. I part them as I finally breathe. He growls his approval, making me wet and achy for him. It’s not a gentle, tentative exploring kiss like a first kiss usually is. This is hungry and greedy and the best kiss I’ve ever had.
He tastes like mint and something darker. I want to sink into him. His cock hardens between my thighs and presses against my pussy. My thighs tighten around his hips.
The door slams shut beside us, jolting me out of the moment. I pull away, my head hitting the wall behind me. My cheeks feel like they are on fire. Oh, hell, what the fuck did I just do?
“Uh…” Yeah, my brain can’t be expected to function right now.
Roarke grins and nuzzles my neck. “Have you ever faked an orgasm, poppet?”
My pulse throbs in my veins. “Um, what?”
He lifts his head so our eyes meet. “Fake an orgasm so asswipe out there gets the picture.”
Heat flares through me. “Um, I don’t—”
Have I faked it? Yes, especially with Chad. Am I good at faking it? Probably not, but it never bothered Chad either.
“Come on, poppet. If you were with that tool, you must know how to fake it.” His thumb brushes over my lip and a whimper escapes me. “I doubt he knows how to make you scream like I can.”
Fuck. My breath catches at the heat in his eyes.
“I’m not…” Fuck. Time to admit that I’m kind of bad at the whole sex thing. “I’m not loud during sex.”
Roarke grins wickedly. “Challenge accepted.”
“What?” I push my hands against his shoulders so he’ll let me down, but he doesn’t budge. “We should finish getting my stuff and go.”
“We’ll go.” He smirks. “But only if you act like you’re coming so hard, you’re choking the life out of my cock.”
My mouth drops open. He grinds his denim-covered erection against my pussy. Oh shit, that feels amazing. A low moan slips past my lips.
“Like that, poppet. Only louder.” His hips rotate against mine in a steady rhythm. My insides boil with liquid heat, chasing away all the doubts and making me forget why we’re doing this.
My fingers clutch onto his shoulders. His bright blue eyes are darker as he studies my face. My insides are winding tight with every motion of his hips. His fingers trail down my neck, sending shivers through me.
“What do you like, Greer?” He licks my lip, all while rocking his hips into mine. My lips part on a gasp.
Confession time. “I don’t know what I like.” I bite my lip. “I don’t usually…finish with guys.”
His eyes light up. “Never?”
His hand runs down my side, skating past my breast. I shake my head, unable to speak.
“That’s a shame, poppet.” His hand finds the end of my T-shirt and slips under. “We need to fix that.”
Anticipation washes over me with a heavy dose of fear. What if even he can’t do anything for me?
“Roarke?” It’s a whole question in my mind. What is he doing to me? What am I doing? Why am I not stopping this? Why does this feel so fucking good?
His hand slides up my waist until it rests just beneath my breast. My breath shudders in and out of me as I helplessly search his eyes. I want him to touch me and I don’t. His thumb rubs on the underside of my breast. “No bra?”
I shake my head, not willing to look away from his eyes.
“Nice. Are they sensitive?” He reaches up and cups my breast.
My head thuds back against the wall as I arch into his touch. My lips part as fireworks flood my veins.
“Use your words, poppet.” He squeezes my breast and then pinches my nipple.
“Ahh.” His touch sends a burst of desire straight to my pussy.
“Mmm. That’s what I want to hear.” He teases and tortures my breasts until I’m a mass of want writhing on him.
I moan loudly as he pinches my nipple again.
A loud bang comes from the other room.
My eyes startle open. Fuck, when did I close them?
“Shh, I’ve got you. We’re going for the grand finale.” His cock grinds against my pussy.
“Roarke?” My voice is deep and questioning. What the hell are we doing? Maybe we should stop before this goes too far.
“Uh-uh, poppet.” His mouth claims mine and I’m lost again. His tongue thrusts into my mouth as he plucks at my nipples, alternating between them while his hips rock into mine in a rhythm that drives me so fucking high.
“So close, poppet,” he whispers against my lips. “Do you feel it?”
“Maybe—”
He kisses me as his hand slides into my pants. Oh shit!
“Wait. Wait,” I whisper, trying to find my words.
He stops and rests his forehead against mine. My heart pounds so hard. His fingers are on my belly, clenching. I’m so caught up, but I don’t know what’s happening.
“Greer, let me help you soar.” His eyes hold mine captivated.
I shouldn’t. Something else crashes in the living room, drawing my attention. This isn’t who I normally am, but with him, I feel so out of control.
Roarke leans in, his breath hot on my ear. “Let me make you come so he knows what he never got. Let’s show him that he never got that piece of you.”
I turn my face to meet his eyes. He wants this. This small piece of me to prove to Chad what a fucking asshole he is. To get me closure.
It doesn’t hurt that I’m so fucking curious. My insides are tight and ready to explode.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He kisses his way to my ear. “I can’t wait to have you spread out naked before me, poppet.”
His fingers slide beneath my panties.
“Roarke.” I’m nervous. What if I can’t? What if I’m so broken, no one can ever make me come?
“Shh, poppet, let me make you feel good.” His fingers slide between my legs and through my folds.
I catch my breath as my hands tighten on his shoulders. He rubs circles on my clit, winding me tighter and tighter.
“Does that feel good?”
I’m beyond words as I nod. My hips follow his fingers. His words mesmerize me.
“Next time will be in my bed, poppet. I’ll kiss every inch of your body. Suck this little clit into my mouth until you scream your release. Then I’ll climb over you and my cock will fill you so fucking full.” He thrusts two fingers inside me.
“Roarke,” I cry out, unable to comprehend what he’s doing to me. I’ve given myself orgasms, but the guys I’ve been with haven’t ever gotten me there. Even after months of learning each other’s bodies, I still can’t get there with them.
But I’m right on the fucking edge with Roarke and he’s barely touched me.
“Fuck, Greer, I’ll spend hours tasting your pussy until you come so hard, you feel like you’re going to break.” His words. His thrusting fingers. His thumb circles my clit. “But right now, you’re going to come on my fingers like a good girl. Aren’t you, poppet?”
I tip over the edge on a cry. His fingers work me through it until my cry shifts to a moan. My pussy convulses around his fingers over and over again. I cling to him because my body goes liquid with my release.
“Good girl.” His hand slides out of my pants as he draws back, still holding me up. “Look at me, Greer.”
I open my eyes. He holds up the fingers that were inside me, dripping with my wetness. Heat floods my cheeks.
“Don’t be embarrassed, poppet. I love that you came all over my fingers.” He sucks each finger into his mouth, and an aftershock pulses inside me. “Next time you’ll come all over my face.”
“I…I honestly don’t know what to say to that.”
He chuckles as he lowers me down to the floor. “You taste delicious, poppet.”
He catches the back of my neck and draws me in for another soul-searing kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue. When he lifts his head, my knees give. He catches my hip.
“All right, enough play time. Let’s get out of this horror-movie set. We can continue this later.” He presses a kiss to my forehead and moves around the bed, collecting anything that might be mine.
Did I honestly just let Roarke Flynn finger-fuck me in my apartment while my ex listened? I turn to look at the door. It’s quiet out there now. Maybe he left.
Roarke tosses a large sneaker into the corner. Chad wouldn’t leave while Roarke Flynn was in his apartment. He’s too much of an opportunist.
“Hurry up, poppet. We’ve got better things to do.” Roarke taps my nose as he walks by.
Okay, focus on packing. Not on the fact Roarke gave me my first non-self-administered orgasm and it was mind blowing. Pack, so we can leave this dump for his beautiful house.
I pick up my bag and empty my drawers into it. But what does this mean? Does he think I’m going to have sex with him because of this? Do I want to have sex with him? Should I have sex with him?
What if the others find out? What will they think of me?
“Uh, Roarke?” I look over my shoulder at him.
He holds up a bra way too big for me. I shake my head and he tosses it into the corner with the shoe. “Yes?”
“Can we not tell the others about…what happened?” My mouth feels suddenly dry. I just made out with Roarke Flynn in my crappy apartment.
He grins and winks. “You want to keep me a secret, poppet? Because I’m not big on secrets. I like everything out in the open, but for you, I’ll make an exception.”
Good, because I don’t want them to think any less of me than they already do. He takes the full bag from me, carrying both of them. I glance around the room to double-check I haven’t left anything behind.
“If you’re missing anything, I’ll buy it for you. Let’s go, poppet.” He jerks his head toward the door.
“Wait.” I hold up my hand and go to the nightstand. I pull out the top drawer. Roarke looks over my shoulder.
“Pretty sure I could replace any of those.” The drawer is full of toys Chad bought.
I shake my head and drop to my knees, reaching under it. My mind is in such a haze, I almost forgot. I lift the tape, careful not to tear the picture. When it’s free, I bring it out and look down at the last remaining picture of my mother and father. They were young. Mom’s holding her pregnant belly, while Dad has his arm wrapped around her, kissing her head.
The other pictures are all lost to moves and time, but I’ve kept this one safe.
“You ready?”
I stand and brush my hands on my pants. “Yes.”
Roarke heads to the door. I hurry in front of him to pull it open. Not sure what’s waiting for us on the other side.
“Thanks, man,” Roarke’s voice booms out. “We got everything we needed out of there.”
I move up beside Roarke. Chad’s face is red, like when he’s had too much to drink. But he pastes on a smile. “Don’t mention it, man.”
“Can I get a selfie, Roarke? Please.” Bunny practically bounces up and down. I roll my eyes, but Roarke gives her a smile.
“Sure, doll.” Roarke moves away from me, over to Bunny.
Chad’s brown eyes narrow on me. He grabs my arm, but I know better than to tell him he’s hurting me. He leans down next to my ear. “You still owe me rent.”
“I’ll send in the check.” I jerk on my arm slightly, trying not to draw Roarke’s attention.
“I guess you just need dollar signs to come,” he spits out. “It took me over a month to get into your pants. Congratulations on being Roarke Flynn’s latest whore.”
“Better his whore than yours.” I jerk my arm away and cross the living room to Roarke, where Bunny is showing him the picture.
When Chad makes a move to grab me again, Roarke turns all his attention on Chad. “Are we going to have a problem?”
All laughter and playfulness are gone from Roarke’s tone. A shiver slides down my spine.
“Let’s go, Roarke,” I say softly, touching his arm. The muscle is tense under my fingers.
Chad’s eyes narrow on him for a second before he grins like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Nah, man. You can have her. I was done with her, anyway. She’s a lousy lay.”
Chad gives me a pointed look like he didn’t suggest just a few hours ago that I fuck him in lieu of rent.
Roarke steps between us. His hand lands on my hip, holding me behind him.
“Just know you mess with her, you mess with me.” His hand tightens on my hip and pulls me flush against his back. I breathe in his cologne and let it calm the pounding of my heart. “If you fuck with her, I’ll know, and you won’t see me coming.”
Chad laughs. “I suppose you’re going to have your stuntman come after me.”
Roarke moves so fast. I gasp and he has Chad up against the wall. Bunny squeals.
“Greer is mine now. Get over yourself and have fun playing with your bunny.” He shoves Chad one last time before he drops him and comes over to me. “Let’s go.”
He grabs both my bags in one hand and wraps his arm around my shoulder. At the door, he turns. “If any of this hits the tabloids, I will sue you until you are so buried in debt, this place looks like a fucking castle.”
I’m still in a daze as he leads me down the hall and hits the elevator button. No one has protected me. Ever.
For years, it’s been me against everybody else. I had to fight and claw to stay me. Unwanted, unloved. Broken and afraid.
“What a fucking asshole,” Roarke says as he draws me into the elevator.
My hand trembles as I hit the button.
That’s exactly what I said last time I entered this elevator. A laugh escapes me as the doors shut, and then the tears fall like someone turned them on after all these years.
“Don’t cry over him, poppet. It’s not worth it.” He drops the bags on the floor and pulls me into his arms, wrapping them around me. A sob breaks out.
How long had it been since I was hugged? More tears cascade out as I bury my face in his shirt.
“I’m sure he was a lovely guy, but you’ll get over him.” His hand rubs up and down my back. The tears keep falling, and I can’t stop to tell him it’s not about Chad. It’s about him.
“Poppet, I don’t do well with tears. Do you want me to go rough him up more? How about another orgasm? Can I buy you a new car?”
A giggle breaks through as I try to rein in my emotions, but he’s unlocked a floodgate I didn’t know I’d been holding closed.
“Greer,” he says quietly, and kisses the top of my head.
The elevator stops and he lifts me up against him. I wrap around him and rest my head against his heart as he carries me to my car. His fingers dig into my pocket for my keys, but he never puts me down.
“I hope this isn’t about that asshole, because you can do a lot better,” he mumbles as he opens the trunk and puts my bags in it. “You have four guys willing to do whatever you want done to you for the next year or so. That’s got to make you a little happy, right?”
My fingers wrap into his damp shirt. His hand covers my head as I take in a shuddering breath.
“You want to tell me what this is about?” Roarke leans back against my car with me still clinging to him. “I’m definitely not as good at this stuff as Aiden or Wyatt, but I definitely excel at it compared to Mason.”
I breathe in his sandalwood cologne and begin to box back up my emotions. When I relax my legs, Roarke keeps me up against him.
“Come on. We’re in the creepy dungeon where no truths are allowed to escape.” Roarke tips my chin up and searches my eyes. His thumb rubs through the tears. “I’m sorry if I messed up your chance of reuniting with the fucking asshole.”
“That’s not it.” I wipe at my face with my hands and shake my head. “It’s just…”
“Creepy dungeon, poppet. Spill.”
I search his blue eyes and see that he’s here and being nice. I can be honest about this. “No one has stood up for me in a really, really long time. So thank you.”
I lean in and kiss him on the lips. When I pull back, his brow is still furrowed.
“Can you put me down so we can head back?” I ask softly. He looks confused about something, but that’s just me. People don’t usually know what to do with me.
“Of course.” He lowers my feet to the ground and brushes a stray tear from my cheek. His hand holds my hip, keeping me close to him. “How long?”
I tip my head to the side. “How long what?”
“How long since someone stood up for you?”
I want to reach up and fix the wrinkles in his forehead. I shrug. “Before my dad left, probably.” I blow out a breath. “It’s okay. I have it under control. I’m used to it. You just surprised me. It won’t happen again.”
It shouldn’t have happened this time. He just caught me off guard. I’ll be prepared next time he does something unexpectedly nice and won’t dissolve into tears.
His blue eyes narrow, but he straightens and holds out the keys. “You going to drive this bucket of bolts home or what?”
I take the keys and flash him a grin, thankful he’s letting this go. “She’s a perfectly good car. I don’t need you to buy me a new one.”
We both get in and she starts up, no problem.
“That offer was based on my emotional distress.” He grins and puts his hand on my thigh. “But I’m definitely on board to give you another orgasm.”
A little thrill goes through me. “Maybe we should wait until we know each other better.”
He laughs. “That’s how I get to know women, poppet. One orgasm at a time.”