Chapter 65 #2
My phone vibrates, and I retrieve it from my pocket. Without looking, I silence the ringer and drop it to the floor. Nothing is interrupting this.
I rock my hips against her—a wordless question.
She answers by slipping her hand beneath my black, lightweight joggers.
Stroking me slow and light, Rose stokes the heat between us into something all-encompassing.
I thrust against her palm as my mouth trails a line of hungry kisses across her jaw. “Are you sure?” I whisper.
She hums her agreement, pushing the pants down my ass.
“I’m going to fucking wreck you.”
Rose whimpers this addictive fucking sound. It makes my dick throb as her touch swirls around the tip. “Please,” she pants, guiding me closer.
“Ripley!” Shantel’s sharp pitch cuts through the room as the door slams open, banging into the wall.
I throw back the sheet just enough to expose my face, while keeping Rose’s modesty intact. “What?” I snap.
Rose slips my dick inside her, sinking her nails into my skin as she drags me deeper.
“When I call your phone, I expect you to answer. Especially, since you’re no longer undercover.”
My flower’s tight, wet pussy sucks me in, but I can feel the blood leaving my erection with every second Shantel’s gaze cuts into me from the doorway.
I try to fight it, not wanting to upset Rose in some way. But the mere sight of Shantel awakens that feeling. The filth. It spreads across my skin like an oil slick I can’t escape.
Rose definitely notices my reaction as my arousal slips through my fingers like sand.
I try to keep my head on straight, force a professional reply. “I don’t fucking answer to you. So, unless it’s of the utmost importance, you can damn well wait.”
“Knowing where you are at all times is of the utmost importance, sir,” she growls the last word, annoyed with being put in her place in front of Rose. “Given your current company.”
Rose stills beneath me, obviously offended. Slowly, she pushes me back, my flaccid cock slipping from her centre. Without a word, she pulls my pants back up and into place.
Don’t kill your friend’s sister. Don’t kill your friend’s sister. Don’t. Kill. Your. Best. Friend’s. Sister.
“You think Rose is a threat?” I direct to the thorn in my aching side.
“You don’t know her.”
“I know he—”
Rose rips the blanket away with a huff. Sitting up, she fully exposes herself.
“You’re right to be cautious, I am a threat.
But not to him. The only thing he’s in danger of is getting his balls drained.
So, if you have nothing of crazy importance to say, you should leave, because I’m not into having onlookers. ”
If this was a cartoon, throbbing hearts would explode from my eyes as I behold her. That fire I’m so hopelessly addicted to aimed straight at my torment.
Shantel looks to me. “Are you going to let her talk to me like that?”
My gaze swings to Rose, disinterested in any further interaction with the pest at the door. “As far as I’m concerned, her words carry the same weight as mine.” Rose’s eyes widen in shock, and it’s so fucking cute that I’ve finally rendered her speechless without having to stick my dick in her.
“Ripley, you can’t be serious?”
Rose’s gaze doesn’t leave mine as she says, “You can leave our room now.”
She said our room. Heat sweeps across my skin. Gods, I could just fucking kiss every inch of her. She doesn’t know how much those little distinctions fucking matter to me.
Rose is healing something within me she doesn’t even know is there. Slowly stitching together a cavernous hurt she had no part in making. She’s not just my escape…she’s my freedom.
And I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to see it.
Shantel lingers in the door, refusing to bow to Rose.
If I’ll willingly kneel for her, so will every single fucking person on my team, or they’ll find themself without a job… and maybe even a fucking head.
Regretfully, I disengage Rose’s stare. Looking to my head of security fuming at the bedroom entrance. “You heard her, Shantel.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to say ‘dismissed’, but I don’t want to say anything that could be twisted to undermine Rose’s order.
Rose’s hands glide up my chest, one diverting to curl around the back of my neck, and the other cups my cheek, turning my face back to hers. Gently, she guides me, beckoning my lips to hers. Punctuating the end of this discussion.
From the corner of my eye, I watch Shantel’s jaw drop. She’s going to be a problem. This is everything she’s ever wanted where I’m concerned, and I’m giving it all to Rose.
My bed, my affection, and the freedom to touch.
My kiss. The one thing Shantel’s longed for.
I lean in, giving Rose what she wants, and driving my point home. Rose won’t understand the seriousness of a simple kiss, but Shantel will.
She’s furious as she scoffs, turning from the doorway.
Shantel makes it all of three steps before Rose pulls her lips from mine. “Shut the door,” she calls out.
She sinks back down into the mattress, pulling me with her as she cocoons us once again, the sound of our bedroom door slamming echoing through the room.