23. Chapter 23
23
Kelly
W arm, soft, passionate. Rose’s lips against my own were the medicine that I needed in that moment. The touch of her hands along my wide hips was healing in just the right way. It was similar to when Greyson had comforted me, but there was something more gentle there in that moment. I could feel Rose’s eagerness as she kissed me back, deepening the embrace as I answered her question with my mouth.
I could barely think straight, but the one thing I knew for certain was I wanted to be as close to her as I possibly could.
The kiss broke, and I tilted my head down against her shoulder for a moment to catch my breath. My breath hitched in my throat as her lips pressed to the side of my neck. Rose kissed up my throat to my jawline. Her fingers brushed my curls behind my ear, and she nibbled at my earlobe.
“Mmm.” I pressed my body down tighter against hers. Not concerned with the weight of my body for even a moment. Her fingers curling into my hips and the side of my cheek made me feel sexier than ever.
“I’m not so sure we should be doing this right now,” Rose whispered.
My face burned, and my heart skipped an anxious beat in my chest.
“Do you not want to?” I asked, suddenly self conscious, and glad my face was hidden from her view. That is until she tilted my face up with her hand. I looked into Rose’s blue eyes, mesmerized.
“I do,” Rose insisted, “Gods, do I, but Lindsey is still here, awake.”
I groaned softly and shook her hand away from my face before tilting my head back down. alongside the desire that throbbed within my thighs, that familiar tight feeling in my stomach was back.
“You’re right,” I mumbled.
Rose’s fingers slid up my back underneath my sweater, and I shivered. Her lips kissed my ear again.
“Later,” she crooned, “If you still want to.”
I bit my lip and tried to maintain composure. The last thing we needed was Lindsey walking in on this. The fight with her and my father had been enough for one day. As I tilted my head up and looked into Rose’s eyes again, I could see her desire, but I could also see that she cared. There was guilt and complications wrapped up in everything going on, but I couldn’t deny how wonderful having her so close was.
I took a slow breath and eased up away from Rose, moving to sit at the end of the bed again. I let out a breath and brushed my hair away from my face.
My gaze darted over as Rose sat beside me. I frowned as I eyed the scratches on her face. She didn’t look any less beautiful, but it hurt to know Lindsey had done it, almost more than it hurt to know it could have been my face.
“I’m sorry about you face,” I said quietly.
Rose shook her head. “It’s not your fault,” she insisted. “besides, I did tell you I wouldn’t let them hurt you.”
My brow furrowed. “It must be hard for Lindsey to be…so upset though,” I told her. “I know it is for me.” I folded my arms under my bust. My thighs were still hot, but my mind was in another place.
“It is,” Rose replied. “I do care about her. It’s hard not to when you’ve been living as partners with someone for years, but it’s not in the way either of us deserves.”
I nodded. “I’d say you two should sit down and talk, but,” I waved at Rose’s face, “I’m worried that isn’t an option.”
Rose chuckled weakly. “Well, I’m afraid right now unless talking is me agreeing to stay married for the sake of our families, Lindsey isn’t going to listen.”
I frowned and looked at my lap. “I just can’t believe she’s so afraid to be on her own that she wants to please our father so much,” I said. “She’s always been the one I looked up to when trying to succeed.”
“You should tell her that,” Rose told me. “She won’t listen to me, but maybe you’d have a better chance.”
The knot in my stomach became a lump in my throat, and my forehead creased deeper.
“After what she did to you? Said to me?” I asked. “I don’t even want to look at her."
Whore. Is that what she really thinks of me?
I took a deep breath and looked at the door ahead of us. “I know e need to talk at some point, but lately talking just seems to end in fighting,” I said.
“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?” Rose sighed. After a moment, she stood up from the bed and adjusted her shirt before reaching a hand out and offering it to me. I took it, despite the fact that I didn’t really need help off the bed. Her hand was so warm and comforting in my own.
Though as I stood and looked down at our hands clasped, I couldn’t help but think of the other hands I wished were there. Malak, even Grey, as irritating as he was. My brow furrowed as I let go of her hand.
After a second or two of silence, I headed out of the room. The rest of the house was silent but for the fire. I looked out of the window in the foyer just to check that my father was gone. Some part of me wished he hadn’t left, the other was glad he had. I glanced towards the stairs and my face contorted in anger as I thought about Lindsey.
I felt Rose’s presence behind me, and her hand brush over my shoulder. I sighed and shook my head. “I’ll go make us some tea.” I insisted, brushed away from her hand and disappeared out of the foyer and into the kitchen.
Hours later, having drank more tea than I usually did in an entire week, and sat in the living room binge watching baking shows with Rose, I was feeling much better. It was almost dinner, but I certainly didn’t feel like cooking. Who knew what my father even kept in the house anymore? He was barely there.
“You think we should order some food?” I asked Rose.
Rose looked over at me from her spot on the other side of the couch. I smiled softly. I could tell she was trying to keep a comfortable distance, as to not make things more complicated than they already were. As much as I wanted her close to me, I also didn’t want Lindsey walking down, and another scene started.
“What do you want?” Rose asked, pulling her phone out.
I chuckled, “I got it, you don’t need to pay for everything, you already paid for lunch and drove me here,” I insisted, “I think between that and getting your face scratched up, you’ve done enough.”
Rose smirked.
Almost as if on cue, the stairs creaked and a couple of seconds later, Lindsey appeared in the entryway of the living room. Her shoulders were tugged up near her ears nervously, her eyes still ever so slightly pink.
I could barely make eye contact with her as she stood there. I looked away and towards the floor. It was silent for so long that I wondered if Lindsey had turned around and went back upstairs. However, when I looked back over towards the doorway, I saw her still standing there.
“What?” I asked. Perhaps a bit too rough.
“I just wanted to come down and—” Lindsey seemed to struggle to take a deep breath before continuing, “say I’m sorry about scratching your face, Rose.”
I looked over at Rose. Rose pursed her lips, “It’s alright.”
My brow knit. “It’s not alright,” I insisted. “You hurt her.”
Lindsey’s face contorted. “Well, you—" she started, but Rose cut her off.
“Kelly hasn’t done anything. I’m the one you should be upset with,” Rose told her.
“I saw you two out there,” Lindsey insisted.
I did my best to keep my mouth shut, let Rose talk for herself. It was harder than I care to admit.
“I understand why you’re upset, but, Lindsey, I’m the one who should have ended things sooner. Regardless of how upset you are, that doesn’t warrant calling Kelly a whore,” Rose told her.
I gulped. “Or scratching Rose’s face up,” I added.
Lindsey flushed deeply and took another breath, seeming to try to pull herself together.
“Alright, I’m sorry,” she insisted, “I shouldn’t have done either. This is just going to take some time.”
I sighed and looked away from her. I felt as though I was seeing sides of my sister I didn’t know existed. We hadn’t gotten along super well growing up, but nothing like this.
“I’m sorry too,” Rose said.
I looked over, eying them both. I wanted to move on. I was so tired of the drama. I didn’t know what was appropriate to say, but the next thing that came out of my mouth to break the silence was: “Do you want food?”
Lindsey blinked.
“We’re ordering dinner,” I explained.
“Oh,” Lindsey mumbled, shifting awkwardly on her feet.
While she had apologized, it didn’t make me feel much better. Even so, I didn’t want her to starve herself.
“Sure,” Lindsey finally replied after a moment and moved to sit as far away from either of us as she could.
I looked at Rose, who took a deep breath, and started to search on her phone.
Twenty minutes later, the pizza was delivered, and Lindsey was taking her plate upstairs. I wasn’t complaining. I didn’t much want to deal with the awkward tension in the room that came from all of us sitting in silence. I was happy to have a distraction in the form of cheesy goodness.
My appetite was bigger than I expected after everything that had happened that day. After noshing down a few slices of pizza and getting to the end of the season, the room was nearly totally dark but for the fire and the TV.
Lindsey was upstairs, not likely to come back down for the night, and Rose was gazing at me from across the couch. I suddenly remembered what she had said to me earlier. I chewed on the inside of my cheek and tried to ignore how hot I was.
Maybe it’s just the heat.
In order to truly convince myself of this lie, I actually got up from the couch and walked over to the thermostat near the entrance to the room. Even with the fire going, it was a perfectly comfortable sixty-eight degrees Fahrenheit in the room.
I sighed, staring at the numbers. I knew why I was trying to convince myself I didn’t want to jump Rose’s bones, climb her like a tree, just like I did with Malak, and with Grey; because I shouldn’t want to. It didn’t stop me from feeling how I did.
Though, even after the talk with Lindsey, I felt angry at her for what she’d done to Rose.
I was about to turn around, my hands balling into fists, when suddenly I felt a hand along my shoulder.
I looked over my shoulder at Rose. Her fingers tips brushed my cheek, and a shiver ran down my back.
“Everything okay, Kelly?” Rose asked.
I turned to face her. My chin tilted up to look into her eyes, and I shook my head before looking back down.
“What is it?” Rose asked me.
I didn’t look up at her, the conflict of feelings and desires inside me bubbling up to the surface so violently that I had to squeeze my eyes shut.
“I want you, I know you want me, but I also know, I shouldn’t feel this way,” I told her, guilt even at saying that to her.
Rose’s index finger forced my chin back up. “Look at me,” she whispered.
I opened my eyes as she asked of me, even as the butterflies in my stomach became a tornado at the sight of her beautiful face.
“There’s nothing wrong with how you feel,” Rose told me. “Even if there was, I would sooner go to Hell than let you go without my touch.”
My breath caught in my throat.
“Fiore , I did not realize how badly I wanted my hands on your body, until they were there,” she said, moving closer to me, her other hand slid along the side of my body.
My thighs were on fire. My head was dizzy, and all I wanted in that moment was pleasure at the hands of the woman before me.
“Let me show you how right this is,” Rose whispered, her fingers curled against the squishy flesh of my waist.
My knees were weak. “Show me,” I said breathlessly.
My back hit the wall behind me to the side of the entryway. Rose’s body pressed plush against my own. There was but a fraction of a second before her lips collided with mine, her kiss hot and passionate. I kissed her back needily, my tongue brushing along her bottom lip. Rose’s lips parted and our tongues swirled around each other.
I slid my arms over her shoulders, wrapping them around her neck, and pulled her body closer, harder, against mine. Breathless, our lips parted and Rose’s mouth trailed soft, warm kisses down my jawline to my neck.
I gasped as she sucked my skin into her mouth, and a couple seconds later, let it pop out of her mouth. No doubt a darkening mark there for me to carry with me.
“Let’s go somewhere more private,” Rose crooned.
My hips squirmed as she pulled away from me, but I did not object. Allowing her to take my hand and quickly lead me to the guest room. The door closed behind her, and as I sat on the end of the bed in the darkness, I heard the lock click. My thighs clenched.
A moment later, the curtains on the left side of the bed pulled open halfway, allowing just enough light from the moon in that we could see each other.
I watched Rose walk over to me, lust and passion in her eyes that most certainly mirrored my own. She sank to her knees at the end of the bed. As her fingers slid up to the top of my pants, I realized I was holding my breath.
“May I?” Rose asked.
“Yes,” I said, far too quickly, my entire body pulsing with heat.
Rose started to slide my pants and panties down. I lifted my ass just enough to help her, the cool air in the room hitting my thighs and labia. I shivered.
The clothing was tossed to the side, and Rose spread my thighs further apart with her hands. My face flushed deeply. There was something so hot and flustering about being wide open for someone. The way Rose looked at my pussy like it was water in the desert. I could barely handle it.
Rose swallowed and tilted her head down.
I hummed out a moan as she laid kisses along my inner thighs, one slow, torturous kiss at a time.
I squirmed underneath her touch.
“Mm, someone is impatient,” Rose rumbled out. The vibration against my thigh was exhilarating.
My core throbbed with need as her mouth grew closer and closer.
Suddenly, the tip of Rose’s tongue explored my folds, sliding up from my slit to my clit. My thighs tensed, my fingers curled into the blanket.
“Rose,” I moaned.
Rose moaned, the hum against my clit causing my hips to twitch.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Rose whispered. Her tongue repeated its movement, from my clit, down, and back up. The motions were slow and excruciating as she teased my pussy. Her fingers drew circles along the insides of my thighs. Malak had spoiled me, allowing me to cum so quickly as he had when he had eaten me out. Now, Rose was spoiling me in a completely different way.
My hips attempted to rock against Rose, but her hands suddenly gripped at my thighs, keeping me from moving much. I whined in protest.
“Be a good girl,” Rose whispered.
My head spun.
I tried to focus on anything else to keep me from squirming. Laundry, baseball games… It wasn’t working.
Just as I was about to lose my composure entirely, Rose’s tongue started to circle my clit, caressing it. M
Moans escaped my throat, though I tried so hard to be quiet.
I gasped as her mouth pulled away from me. I hadn’t realized my eyes had closed.
I opened them to see Rose slowly sliding her own pants and panties off. My eyes followed the line of her body, the soft triangle of hair between her legs, the curve of her hip dips that were just asking for my hands to be grabbing them.
My gaze slid up as she pulled her top off, her small breasts wiggling slightly as she pulled it the rest of the way over her head. Saliva filled my mouth. I was wrong about Malak shirtless being the best sight. Now, if only they were both there shirtless.
I was so in awe at the sight of Rose’s naked body that I had to compose myself before taking my own shirt and bra off. There was a split second that my self consciousness kicked in, but as I looked up at Rose and saw the look on her face as my ample round breasts came into view, nothing else mattered.
“Lay back on the bed,” Rose ordered. My nipples tingled.
I did as she asked, happily scooting back until I could lie down. My thighs were pressed together, the wet heat between them almost too much to handle.
The bed shifted as Rose crawled over to me, hovering over the top of me.
“Spread your beautiful thighs for me,” she whispered.
Fire raged, and I spread my legs, giving her access to my cunt again.
A second later, her face was buried in my pussy. I barely had time to think before I was tossing my head back, fingers clinging to the blanket. Her tongue swirled and danced along my clit quickly, hungrily. Rose's hands gripped my thighs tightly.
“Oh god,” I gasped, pressure building so quickly that it was dizzying, “Fuck, fuck!”
My hips bucked against Rose’s face as I came, my clit throbbing, my thighs pulsing.
“Good girl,” Rose growled against my flesh before her mouth continued its assault. I gasped as two of her fingers slid into me, pumping quickly.
My entire body was flushed so hot that I couldn’t have been far from catching fire. Pleasure rippled up my spine, down my thighs to my toes as another orgasm caused my hips to twitch and an almost pained moan to escape my mouth. My clit so sensitive, cumming so soon after the last.
Rose’s fingers slid out of me, and her tongue licked up my juices eagerly.
My head was dizzy with bliss, but the smell of sex in the room suddenly made me aware of one thing. I wanted to taste her too.
“Let me taste you,” I pleaded, “Please.”
Panting, Rose slid up my body until her hands were on the headboard and her thighs were on either side of my head.
My eyes stared up at her wet pussy above me and though my own hips were still twitching, I grabbed her hips and pulled her down against my face. My tongue dived into her slit, tasting her arousal. I hummed out in pleasure. Rose moaned, though I could tell she was trying to be quiet. Something about it sexier than ever.
I pulled my tongue out of her and slid up, finding her clit. I didn’t have the patience to take it slow with her at first. My tongue caressing her sensitive nub like it was the more precious jewel. Quickly picking up speed as Rose grew more breathless.
Her hips started to rock against my face, and I moaned in tandem with her, letting the vibrations pleasure her too. The taste of her coating my tongue and my mouth. I could feel her pulse, hard and quick, in her thighs.
“Oh fuck me,” Rose moaned under her breath.
The spring of the bed creaked ever so slightly as she rode my face.
I ate her pussy like it was the best meal on earth, wanting to make her feel as good as she had made me feel.
Suddenly, Rose was moaning out quickly in Italian, it was too fast and breathless for me to catch it and even begin to understand, but as her hips started to squirm desperately and my mouth was flooded with her juices, I could tell it was about cumming.
My tongue continued its pace until she was shivering above me, her thighs squeezing my head.
Rose was suddenly tugging up off my face and rolling over to the side of me.
“I want to make you cum again,” I insisted, the taste of her intoxicating.
Rose chuckled under her breath as she panted.
“Mmm,” she sighed, “That’s all I can handle, right now, trust me—" she licked at her lips, “It was good.”
“Yeah?” I asked her.
Rose rolled over closer to me, and her mouth met mine. I kissed her back ardently, the taste of both of our arousal mixing. I wrapped my arms around her body, pulling her closer to me, and deepened the kiss.
Rose moaned into my mouth. “Was it good for you?” Rose asked me in a whisper.
I smiled against her mouth.
“Hell yes.”