Chapter Five Animal Magnetism
Mila
The last thing I should be doing right now is entertaining Roscoe Rhodes, yet my feet seem to have a mind of their own as I follow him to the bar. I never believed in animal magnetism, fate, love at first sight, or any of those other stupid cliches that I’ve heard a thousand times, but as I take a seat next to him and look up to meet his eyes, I realize I might’ve made a mistake with that.
Somethingis drawing me to him.
Somethingis making me throw reason out the window every time he looks my way.
I refuse to believe I’m just this gullible.
“You never go away, do you?” I tease. “You’re kind of like herpes.”
His nose scrunches up in disgust. “That was the best comparison you could come up with? Herpes?” He puts a wide palm over his eyes like he can’t even look at me, and then lowers it to order margaritas for us all. I’m surprised when he reaches out to touch my chin softly. “Is that good with you? You can order whatever you want if you don’t want a margarita.”
“No, that’s fine. Alcohol is alcohol.” I squirm, pulling away from his touch hoping that will stop my cheeks from turning red. “I didn’t take you as the margarita type, though.”
“Why?” He looks playfully offended, and I don’t miss the way Harvey chuckles at him. “Jay and I used to go out for dollar margaritas almost every week.“
“Used to?”
“Well yeah, he’s a little busy now.” He glances over at where Jagger is kissing all over Remi and smiles. “Rightfully so.”
It’s hard not to be jealous of them, so I swallow it down and turn back to Rhodes. “Makes sense. I thought maybe you guys got kicked out or something.”
“We did once, but we took a couple weeks off and then went back. They didn’t seem to mind since we bought a fuck ton of food so they got their money’s worth. Apparently their no shirt policy is important to them, though.”
Oh, I definitely don’t need to be thinking about his body right now, yet I can’t help it. My eyes drop down to his abs and remember the lines there, the hard muscle and smooth skin that makes me want to pant like a fucking dog. Too bad my uterus hurts just thinking about what’s below those abs. “Oh. Uh... that sounds like a them problem, to be honest.”
“Right? That’s what I said. Jay fell in one of their bushes too and ripped the whole thing from the ground. Fun times. You and I should go one day.”
Is he asking me out on a date? A real one? Immediately, I feel defensive. “Why?”
He seems to see the tension in my posture, because he breaks our eye contact with a huff. “Because it was fun. That against your religion or something?”
He meets my gaze again, and this time there’s a hint of challenge in it. Fine. I can play.
“I’m not religious. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t asking me out on a date.”
“What if I was? Are you gonna call me herpes again?”
Harvey sets four wide glasses in front of us and takes Rhodes’ card just as Jagger appears to grab two of them and disappears again. It gives me plenty of time to consider my answer, yet I still don’t have a clue what to say.
“I shouldn’t have called you herpes,” I admit. “That was unnecessarily mean.”
His eyebrows raise high in surprise, but he’s grinning. “Was that an... apology?”
“I didn’t say I was sorry,” I correct. “I simply pointed out that I shouldn’t have said it to your face.”
That makes him laugh. “To my face, got it.” He takes a drink and spins on his barstool to face me better. “Guess that means you’re stuck with me, huh?”
“Apparently so.”
“In that case, we should probably get to know each other better. What was your favorite thing to do when you were a kid?”
This feels like dangerous territory, so I drink a little heavier and nod to Harvey to pour me another. “I liked to go to the park. My brother didn’t want to hang out with me and we didn’t live near any other kids, but I’d go play on the swings or the carousel by myself. I could do everything but the stupid teeter totter.”
He looks like I have his full attention, and that knowledge only makes this even more dangerous. “Did you try?”
“No,” I scoff. “I understand how they work, you can’t do it alone. I really wanted to, but I’d have looked pretty stupid trying to teeter myself.”
“I think you’d look adorable,” he argues.
The butterflies in my stomach remind me how stupid this is. This guy is bad news, and the more I let him talk, the more dangerous he becomes. It’s easier and safer when it’s just sex. “Yeah?” I ask, flicking my tongue across the rim of my glass before taking a drink, holding eye contact. “Adorable isn’t what I usually aim for.”
He hums, sitting up a little straighter as he watches my mouth closely. “Yeah... you’re uh... pulling that off well, sweetheart.”
Yeah. I may not be ready for whatever emotional shit he’s trying to pull here, but every inch of my body responds to him. “What are you thinking about?”
His eyes look more blue today as they flick up to meet mine. “How fucking gorgeous you are and how hard it is not to kiss you.”
Oh, god. He’s not allowed to be that smooth. Taking a deep breath, I slide off the barstool and tilt my head, hoping he reads between the lines. “I... need to use the restroom. I’ll be back.”
His eyes are hooded as he watches me walk away, desire burning through his stare and making me walk a little slower. Every step I take seems to send my heart rate into overdrive, and for a moment, I’m almost afraid he didn’t get the hint.
Far too many seconds pass before someone finally taps on the door, and it opens before I can take a step toward it. Rhodes locks us inside before he closes the distance between us, and for once I’m surprised he doesn’t open his mouth or say anything. He just kisses me like he meant what he said, like he’s been dying to do just this since he arrived.
It feels... good.
I let it consume me as his powerful, broad hands lift my skirt up around my hips. But where I expect him to lift me up onto the sink, he spins me around to face the mirror and bends me over it. Fuck. Meeting the reflection of his gaze, I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. “Don’t want to look at me this time?”
“I can see you just fine, baby. You look good like this.” His hand slaps down on my ass before he moves my thong aside, then drops down to kiss and lick along my ass. “Ass like this needs to be worshiped.”
My stomach squirms as I wrap my hands around the porcelain sink. “Harvey will kill us, Rhodes. We don’t have time to worship anything.”
“I can take him,” he jokes, standing up behind me to work on his jeans and making excitement travel up my spine. “Been thinking about being inside of you every night, woman.”
“Good, then you’ll have a condom with you,” I quip, because it’s easier than admitting that I’ve thought about him too. “Put it on. Hurry up.”
“Do I have to?” I feel the warm head of his cock slide along my cheek, tempting me in ways I shouldn’t be tempted, but the memory of seeing him hug that girl ruins it for me.
“Yes, you have to wear a condom. Give it to me, I’ll put it on for you.”
I spin around and drop to my knees, smirking when I see his giant cock jump in anticipation as he stares down. “Fuck, Mila.”
He pulls out a rubber and hands it over, and as much as I want to taste him without it, I wait until I roll the condom on him to suck him into my mouth.
I was right before. It doesn’t fit, not at all.
Hearing him groan as he reaches down to touch my face makes me want to figure it out, but he doesn’t let me try. Rhodes reaches down to lift me up and kiss me again, then spins me so quickly I get a head rush from the movement. “Need to be inside of you.”
I barely have time to brace myself on the sink before he’s kicking my legs further apart and sliding inside of me. It’s every bit as jarring as the first couple of times, and every bit as satisfying, too. “Fuck,” I hiss, clenching around him. “E-Easy.”
Rhodes’ chuckle is overtaken by a moan. “Mila,” he growls. “Can’t go easy when it’s something I’ve been craving this fucking bad. Do you know how many times I’ve fucked my fist thinking of you?”
I’ll never admit I can’t take his cock. I can’t. So if he can’t go easy, I won’t ask again. “How many times?” I ask, distracting myself from the way he’s splitting me open. “Do you think about me more than the others?”
“Others?” He huffs, reaching around to play with my clit. “Are you jealous?”
His teeth find my shoulder, sinking in as my whole body trembles. “No,” I lie. “I’m better than all of them. It’s your own fault if you can’t see that.”
“I see it, Mila. Trust me, I see it.” He wraps his other arm around my torso to hold me in place and keeps playing with my clit. “If you want this dick, you’re gonna have to come on it first.”
It pulses inside of me like it’s mocking me, but Rhodes knows exactly what he’s doing. The pressure is perfect, the speed is incredible, and the way he’s looking at me in the mirror... for one moment, just one, I let myself be a girl and not a hardass.
This man has me.
The orgasm builds then radiates through me right as someone knocks on the door, and the man behind me growls at them. “It’s out of order!” He turns back to me. “Come on, sweetheart. Come apart for me, I promise I’ll hold you together.”
God, this is what I was afraid of. The feeling in my chest, the way those words make me want to give him everything he’s ever dreamed of... it’s dangerous for me. I can’t let him say shit like that. “I— I already gave you one. Give me your cock.”
I rock back, spearing myself on that thing as he pinches my clit, but he pulls away to grip my hips and snap inside. “So bossy.”
We really have to stop fucking in public. I need more foreplay to take this fucking cock yet we never have time, but maybe that’s a good thing. Something tells me if he’s ever allowed to take his time, he’ll ruin me.
“I’m not bossy. I just know what I want,” I argue, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “And I know we can’t hog this bathroom forever.”
“Didn’t you hear? It’s out of order.” He winks at me in the mirror and bottoms out, grinding himself around before he sets a punishing pace. “Fuck yeah... and is this what you want, Mila?”
No, I want to be somewhere I can scream, not trapped in another public place where I have to stay quiet. It’s too goddamn much, yet every time he moves, I think I feel myself coming undone. “Yes,” I breathe. “Yes, Rhodes. That’s exactly what I want.”
“Love the way you say my name, baby. You feel so good.”
He steps in closer and nearly causes me to lose my balance, but he catches me and keeps going, taking my breath away. My palm slams against the mirror as I brace myself and try to keep quiet. It’s so fucking hard when I’m about to come again that I almost fail, almost scream for him.
“Fuck, I’m close.” He sounds like he doesn’t want this to end, and hearing him lose that battle brings a smile on my face. “Give me one more, beautiful. Come with me.”
“Rhodes.” It comes out just a whisper, but it’s all I can muster as he takes what he wants and brings me to the edge. I’m lightheaded and unsteady as my body gives him what he wants. My pussy clamps around him as he moans my name and pushes deep inside to come. “Fuck. I’m coming. God, I want to pump you full.”
He pulls back to slam back in, and for the first time, I genuinely wish he wasn’t wearing a condom. I want to know what it feels like. I need to know what it feels like.
“Thanks,” I mumble when he finally stills. “A good orgasm is worth at least three dollaritas.”
“Yeah?” He pulls me up by the back of my neck and grips my chin, our bodies still joined as he pulls me into a heated, possessive kiss.
It’s the last thing I need, yet I can’t bring myself to pull away. It’s everything I’ve been searching for, just wrapped up in the wrong man.
When will I learn?