Chapter 15
Rogue
“Did you get enough to eat? I have cookies if you want something sweet.”
It’s awfully cute how she keeps trying to feed me, but I’m full. I ate every bite of the food she brought me earlier, including the cake she dropped off while she was busy cleaning up her station for the night.
“I’m good, doll. Thanks.”
“Okay.” She fiddles in place, looking unsure for some reason. “Well, I guess I should let you get to bed. I know you’ve had a long day. I…um… I’ll just be in my room studying if you need anything.”
“You running off so soon? I was hoping you’d keep me company for a bit. But if you need to study, I won’t stand in your way.”
I like spending time with her. It makes me feel better having her near. Talking to her chases away all the shitty thoughts that creep in. The girl is getting to me. One day with her and I already feel something stirring inside that empty cavity where my heart used to live.
She takes a seat next to me on the couch, and it’s not close enough. But any closer and she’d be on my lap. I shift to face her, pressing my leg up against her thigh. Feeling warmed over by the touch of her smooth skin.
“Was everything okay earlier?” Her soft voice sounds worried. “You seemed upset.”
I was caught off guard by my past, and if it weren’t for her nervous little ramblings, I never would’ve been able to pull myself from those horrible memories. But her sweet smile made me forget, and I was able to breathe again within those walls.
“That place brought back some memories is all.”
“It did?”
I hadn’t gotten into what happened with Davis and Kara when we were talking earlier.
Didn’t want to taint our time together. It feels better talking about my brothers on the field, sharing stories about Scar and Hawk and the others who had my back.
Talking about the family I was born into just stirs all the unwanted feelings.
“That place is where I proposed to my ex-wife.”
“You were married?”
She shifts away from me, looking surprised, and I don’t like it. I don’t want her thinking I was trying to keep anything from her.
“It’s hard to talk about. That’s why I didn’t mention it earlier.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t want to.”
“Nah, babe. I want you to know me. This part may be the ugliest part though.”
Her hand reaches out and her fingers close around mine, locking us together.
It’s the tiniest gesture, but she has no idea how much it means to me.
Never in all the moments of the shit that went down did any of my family offer me comfort.
Not even my goddamn mother who chastised me for my choices, who blamed me for my brother’s betrayal.
“We met back in high school.” I squeeze her fingers, rubbing my thumb at the base of her wrist and letting the soft feel of her skin calm my nerves.
“Kara was the captain of the cheerleaders, and I was the star quarterback.” At the time, we made sense.
Though, looking back now, we really didn’t.
We were like apples and lemons. Two totally different people with very different values.
I valued honor, honesty, and loyalty. And she valued herself.
“We both came here for college. I ended up proposing our junior year.” I knew as soon as I graduated, I was going to be signing up for the army, so I wanted to make sure I locked her down before I got deployed. “It was at that restaurant where I got down on one knee.”
“I’m so sorry, Rogue. You didn’t have to stay tonight. I didn’t mean to stir up any pain for you.”
“No, doll. There’s no need for you to apologize. And I’m glad I stayed. You managed to make me like that place again.”
I thought it was sweet how she took care of me. Her thanking me for serving our country is something I’ll never get over. She has a big heart. It’s apparent in everything she does. And shines in that pretty smile.
“Why did you guys split up?”
“She started fucking my brother while I was deployed overseas.”
“No!” Her pained gasp has me squeezing her hand tighter. It’s the reaction I had wanted from my parents. Instead, they both shook their heads at me, tsking me for my negligence toward my marriage. “That’s awful, Rogue. I’m so sorry.”
“You’re sweet, Izabelle. You know, every time I’ve spoken of this in my past, I’ve felt this rage running through my veins, but I’m not feeling that way with you.” It’s just like I’m retelling a story I heard along the way, not a nightmare that I lived.
She scoots in closer, her leg now resting on top of my thigh. I want to pull her into my arms, but I don’t want to press my luck. We hardly know each other. But that sure isn’t how I feel.
“I hate your brother.”
Damn, I want to kiss her.
“You and me both, babe.”
“So, how did you find out about them?”
“I came home to surprise her for our anniversary and caught them in bed together. I almost killed my brother that day. If Kara hadn’t stopped me, I would have.
” It’s my ugliest truth. Even uglier is the fact that I wish I had.
“I walked out and filed for a divorce. And my brother put a ring on her finger the very next day.” It was a big slap in the face.
Izzy scoots in, climbing up onto my lap and wrapping her arms around me in a hug. Those feelings I thought I’d forever be numb to are starting to burn again. “I’m so sorry, Rogue. I can’t believe anyone would do such a thing. I hate them both.”
I hug her tighter, feeling my pants growing snug with her being this close. I shouldn’t be turned on right now, but her kindness is really getting to me. So is the feel of her sexy curves.
“I can’t imagine what your parents thought when they found out about what he did. Do they even talk to him anymore?”
They talk to him all the time. The golden child.
“They told me he was a better match for her and that none of this would’ve happened if I’d stayed here and played football.”
“You’re kidding, right? That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard. I’m sorry to say this, but I hate your parents too. No wonder you don’t speak to them anymore. Rogue, how did you get through all that?”
With my true brothers by my side. “I joined the Savage Knights and learned the real meaning of family. I’m still working through my shit, but being here, talking with you, is helping.”
“Thank you for being open with me. Alex never shared anything personal with me. Not that I’m comparing you two. I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that I feel like I know you better than I ever knew him, and I’ve only known you for a day. I’m sorry I brought him up. It was bad timing and I…”
I cut her nervous rambling off with a kiss.
Sealing my lips to hers and swallowing down her surprised gasp.
Her fingers cling to my shoulders and I take things deeper, sliding my tongue between her lips.
Her sweetness is tasted in her eagerness.
She wants more. It’s an intense clash of lust and need, both of us fighting to get more.
Both of us driving deeper, licking harder.
Her body grinds down and I know she’s seeking out my hard ridge, wanting to rub against it.
I grip her waist and align myself right between her legs, pressing up to give her what she needs.
It’s been so damn long since I’ve been with a woman, I can already feel the blood pumping through my shaft.
The tightness is constricting up inside my balls.
This kiss is by far the best I’ve ever had.
It’s explosive and hot, and it makes me want more.
I slide my hand to her waistband and work my way under the material, slipping down between her legs. She lets out a moan as I rub against her clit. It’s nice and thick, engorged with blood as her body gets primed.
“You good with me touching you here, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” she gasps and her eyes flutter open. Those little hips rock against me, pressing her pussy right into the palm of my hand. “You can touch me anywhere.”
My dick likes the way she tugs at my hair. I rub her faster, pressing against that swollen little nub, working her up with every stroke.
“Oh God, it feels so good,” she groans as her head falls heavy on her shoulders. I slide my thick digits down lower, slipping through her folds. I want to make her feel even better. When I find her entrance, I press up inside. I’m the one about to come. Damn, she’s a snug fit. And soaked as can be.
I pump into her slowly, trying to loosen her walls to let me in deeper.
“Right there!” she gasps as I crook my fingers. I found the spot I was looking for. “Rogue!”
I apply more pressure, seeking out her orgasm.
Her body tightens, and those inner walls grab onto me, keeping me locked deep inside.
I pump faster and a gush of her cum runs down my wrist. Her entire body freezes up, and I draw the orgasm out of her.
Thrusting into her as I press down on that clit with my palm.
It’s been so damn long since I’ve been with a woman. I feel like I might fire off in my pants. Her hips rub over my shaft, and I pump, feeling her shudders. Hearing her quick intakes of air. The need is building tighter in my gut. Fuck!
“Shit, baby. Keep riding me.” Oh shit. I’m fucking coming. “Oh fuck! That’s it. Damn, this pussy.”
The pleasure rocks through me hard and the cum blasts inside my pants.
“Holy shit! Holy fuck!” I struggle to catch my breath. My body pulsing and pulsing. When I finally come out of it, I see her looking at me. “Damn, I’m embarrassed. Just made a mess of myself. But I never felt anything so good.”
Her cute little giggle has me nuzzling into her, still trying to catch my breath, earning myself more of her sweet laughter. This girl has lightened that heavy pressure that’s been weighing me down ever since the nightmare unfolded.
“I think we need to get you out of them then,” she says. “I can wash them for you.”
I nip at her neck, licking it over with a kiss. “I think you just want to see my dick.”
“I sure do.” She bobs her head unapologetically. And damn if I’m not finding myself falling hard for this girl.