Chapter 21 #2
I swallow, suddenly feeling a little shy even though I planned all of this. “I had lunch with the girls today,” I say softly. “They asked if we’d had sex yet. I told them no… that I was still scared of hurting you.”
Rook’s eyes flick up to mine. He still hasn’t moved from the doorway.
“I’m not scared anymore,” I tell him. “I want you. All of you. Tonight.”
He walks slowly toward the bed, never taking his eyes off me. When he reaches the edge of the mattress, he stops and just looks at me for a long moment, like he’s trying to decide where to start. “You did all this for me?” he asks, voice low.
I nod.
Rook climbs onto the bed, moving over me until he’s caging me in with his arms. He leans down and drags his tongue slowly through the whipped cream on my chest, licking up one of the cherries with it. A deep groan rumbles out of him.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs against my skin. “You taste so fucking sweet.”
He licks another trail of chocolate and caramel off my stomach, then looks up at me with dark eyes.
“So soft,” he says, pressing a kiss just above my belly button.
“So pretty like this. All wrapped up in lace and covered in sugar just for me.” He licks another slow line up my stomach.
“I’m gonna clean every drop of this off you with my tongue before I fuck you. You understand?”
A shiver runs through me. “Yes,” I whisper.
Rook hovers over me on the bed, eyes dark as he takes in the mess I’ve made of myself.
He doesn’t move right away. Instead, he reaches into the pocket of his basketball shorts and pulls something out.
When he opens his hand, I see it, a delicate gold band holding a single round diamond.
It catches the light even in the dim room, simple but stunning.
My breath catches. Rook takes my left hand gently and slides the ring onto my finger. It fits perfectly.
My eyes snap up to his. “Rook…” My voice comes out shaky.
He keeps my hand in his, thumb brushing over the diamond now sitting on my finger.
“I’ve had this for a month,” he says, voice low and rough.
“Was waiting for the right time. But I’m done waiting.
” His eyes lock on mine. “You’re it for me, Scarlett.
I want you as my wife. I want you wearing my ring.
I want you in my bed every night and on the back of my bike for the rest of my life. ”
He leans down and kisses the ring on my finger, then looks back up at me. “Marry me.”
Tears sting my eyes, but I’m smiling so hard it almost hurts. “Yes,” I whisper. “Of course I’ll marry you.”
Something shifts in his expression, relief, hunger, and something deeper. He kisses me hard, then pulls back just enough to speak against my lips. “Good,” he murmurs. “Now I’m gonna fuck my fiancée.”
Before I can respond, he drops his head and drags his tongue slowly through the whipped cream on my chest. He licks up one of the cherries, then closes his mouth around my nipple and sucks hard. I moan, my back arching off the bed.
Rook groans against my skin.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs against my skin. “You taste so fucking sweet.”
He works his way down, licking and sucking every drop of chocolate and caramel off my stomach. When he reaches the cherry sitting just above my thong, he looks up at me with dark eyes, then slowly pulls the thong down my legs and tosses it aside.
He spreads my thighs and buries his face between them without warning.
I cry out as his tongue licks through my pussy in one long, filthy stroke. He groans like he’s starving.
“So wet already,” he mutters against me. “This pretty little pussy is dripping for me.” He sucks on my clit, then pulls back just enough to speak. “I’m gonna clean every drop of this sweetness off you, then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
He goes back to work, licking and sucking like he’s trying to devour me. Two thick fingers slide inside me at the same time, curling just right as his tongue circles my clit. I’m already shaking, one hand fisted in his hair while the other grips the sheets.
“Rook, fuck, I’m gonna come.”
He doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets rougher, fingers fucking into me while he sucks hard on my clit. I come with a broken cry, my thighs clamping around his head as my back bows off the bed.
Rook keeps licking me through it, slower now, like he’s savoring every second. When I finally go limp, he kisses the inside of my thigh and rises up over me.
He shoves his basketball shorts down just far enough to free his cock, then lines himself up and pushes inside me in one slow, deep thrust. We both groan.
“Fuck,” he grits out, forehead dropping to mine. “So tight. So fucking perfect.” He pulls out almost all the way, then thrusts back in harder. “This pussy was made for me.”
He sets a steady, deep rhythm, one hand gripping my hip while the other stays laced with mine beside my head, the diamond ring now glinting between us.
“You’re mine now,” he says against my mouth, fucking me harder. “My fiancée. My old lady. My wife.” He punctuates each word with a thrust. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I’m yours, Rook.”
He groans and kisses me hard, then pulls back just enough to look down at where we’re connected. “Look at that,” he murmurs. “Taking my cock so well. Such a good girl for me.” He reaches between us and rubs my clit with his thumb. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel this pretty pussy squeeze me.”
It doesn’t take long. Between his words, his fingers, and the way he’s hitting that spot inside me with every thrust, I come again hard, crying out his name as my walls clamp down around him.
Rook follows right after, burying himself deep with a low, guttural groan as he comes inside me. He stays there for a long moment, breathing hard against my neck, still buried deep.
When he finally lifts his head, he looks down at the ring on my finger and smiles. “Mine,” he says quietly.
I reach up and touch his face, smiling back. “Yours.”