Chapter 34 Rosie
“Hey, Rosie girl, it’s your dad. Sorry if I scared you.”
My father.
My freaking father is standing just outside of my bathroom right now while I’m in the middle of taking the best dick I’ve ever had in my life from the guy who is paying him to get his case dropped.
Boone’s hand flies to my mouth, clamping it shut at the exact moment I let loose a soft scream. His brown eyes are wide when he shakes his head firmly and mouths Don’t do it.
He was wise to do that because I'm five seconds away from losing it. His other arm tightens under my ass, keeping me pinned against the wall, suspended in midair with his cock still buried deep inside me.
“I’m sorry to interrupt while you’re in the shower,” my dad continues casually, as if he hasn’t just detonated a bomb in my bathroom. A bomb carrying the fact that I’m in here being fucked by the guy he told not to touch me, or he'd fire him and ruin his career.
A freaking client. Someone paying us to do a job.
“I know you gave me the key for emergencies only and probably never expected me to visit Brookhaven, but I came out to see baby Piper. Last-minute opening in my schedule and I haven't seen her in a while. Felt like I wasn't doing my grandfatherly duties. She’s getting big. I’m pretty sure she said Pop-Pop tonight,” he chuckles softly and it’s the first time I’ve heard this thread of affection in his voice when speaking about anyone.
I don’t respond, Boone’s hand’s still clamped over my mouth.
“This town is... quaint.”
Of course, he’d find something wrong with the small-town of Brookhaven where both of his kids have settled. My father has never lived anywhere but New York City in high-rise penthouses or Los Angeles when he first met and married my mom.
I close my eyes and take a second to collect myself. My tongue darts out, licking Boone’s palm to signal I’m okay. He raises an eyebrow like he doesn’t believe me but slowly removes it.
I nod, clear my throat, and summon every ounce of professional detachment I’ve ever learned from the man who is in here right now on the other side of the door.
“Hey, Dad,” I say, my voice wavering slightly. “Ha. Uh, kind of weird you’re in here while I’m trying to wash my hair. I’ll be finished soon if you want to wait to talk.”
“I know, I know,” he says, his tone annoyingly unbothered and totally casual. “I’ve only cracked the door an inch. I’m sorry for the intrusion, but I just needed to go over one quick thing with you about the case before I head to Hartford for the night.”
My throat feels bone dry. I clear it again, praying my lawyer-act voice holds steady for this painful discussion. “Sure, Dad. What can I help you with?”
It’s so good I even surprise myself how calm I sound. Boone raises a brow like he’s impressed.
“So,” he begins, completely oblivious to the very naked man that's still pinning me against the shower wall, “I met with the PR team right before I left the city.”
“Okay…” I trail off, trying to sound casual, even as Boone’s glare burns holes into my skull. He’s still holding me, still rock-hard inside me which is impressive given my dad’s a real boner killer normally. Neither of us has a clue how to fix this disaster.
“They’ve got this great angle planned,” my dad continues excitedly.
“Boone’s going to publicly say he wants to keep playing hockey, try to get his contract renewed which seems promising based on conversations I’ve had with Caleb King, and you’re pushing for him to quit and start a family.
Brilliant strategy, by the way. It was a great idea that you gave the firm.
A perfect way to tie in what happened with his ex for your breakup story.
Really paints him as still dedicated to the sport and not his wife or future family. ”
His words hit me like a slap, my eyes widening instantly. I sent that message to our PR team before I ever knew Boone. Before we were friends. Before we became… this.
I hadn’t thought about whether that was still the angle they planned to take. I’ve been so caught up in my other cases and public appearances with him, that I completely forgot I’d even provided that suggestion months ago.
But one look at Boone’s face tells me I’ve miscalculated everything.
Whatever I thought was the right move, wasn’t.
Because now that he’s told me the truth.
That him wanting to continue with the Mayhem while she wanted him to quit wasn’t the reason he and Anastasia broke up; it makes this whole thing look like I never believed him.
That I’m using his past to punish him… again.
Anger flashes in his dark eyes, his jaw tightening. His hands flex on me, and for a second, I think he’s about to drop me. But instead, he pulls his hips back and then slams forward with a force so firm it has me gasping and wincing when his wide cock stretches me.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out. My fingers dig into his strong shoulders as his gaze locks onto mine, daring me to explain myself.
But I can’t say anything because a mere foot away is my father. The man who planned this whole fucked up arrangement from the start.
He raises a brow in challenge. I shake my head and mouth just let me explain.
He doesn’t. He pulls out again completely and then thrusts into me, angling harder this time. I draw in a breath, trying to steady myself and stop the sensations that I’m feeling. One of his hands move to my clit and rolls it harshly between his fingers, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Hey. You okay in there Rosie?” my dad’s voice brings me back to the reality of my situation.
“Yes, just um, dropped my razor on my leg.”
“Shit, that sounds like it hurts. I’m wincing from here.”
“Just, you know, a bit.” Felt fucking good too. “I think there’s blood.” That’ll get him out of here. Boone’s brows jump and his lips twitch like he’s trying to hide a smile.
“Do you want me to grab you a band aid?”
Well damn, I miscalculated that.
“Nope. All good. Water is taking care of it,” I reply.
Boone’s smile turns wicked as he brushes my clit harder. His other hand slips around my ass, moving towards my puckered hole. My eyes become panicked because I can feel my orgasm starting, my nipples pebbling harder as he drags his cock out again before thrusting in deeper.
My eyes practically roll into the back of my head with just how good he uses his cock to hit every part of me.
Boone! I mouth, panicking now, but he doesn’t stop. His fingers inch further until they're brushing against my rim, one testing my entry.
“Okay, sure Dad, can’t we just talk about this on…” I’m panting now, having to catch my breath to stop the orgasm that’s barreling towards me like a truck. My pussy clenches, squeezing Boone tighter inside me, which only fuels him to move harder.
He pulls out, a deep rumble of energy that I feel rolling through him and then slams into me again. Fuck me.
“…You know, on Monday?” I finally finish my sentence, sounding like I just ran a marathon I’m so breathless.
“Yeah, yep, we can do that. I just wanted to come over and tell you good work on Boone’s case and to keep it up.
Let’s ride this thing out strong. Sounds like Cain’s planned for everything to get dropped next week for him so all you have to do is hang tight for two more weeks then you can let go of the hockey asshole. ”
Two more weeks.
And with those words Boone reaches between us, shoves a finger into my opening which is already stuffed full of his behemoth cock I don’t know how anything more can fit, and then pulls it out, dragging it across my stomach, over my tits and to my lips like he's painting before sliding it into my mouth and mouthing the words suck, wife.
I do, closing my lips around it and sucking him clean with a quiet moan before I hear my dad knock on the doorframe of the bathroom again like he’s finally leaving.
“Alright, proud of you, baby girl. Youngest senior partner in the history of the firm,” he says with a chuckle, clearly waiting for a response to the confirmation that I’m getting my promotion.
But Boone’s finger is hooked in my mouth, holding me captive like a fish on a line. I try to push it out with my tongue, but his eyes glint with amusement as he tightens his hold, keeping it pressed against my cheek and yanking slightly.
“Love you, Dad! See you Monday! Bye!” I manage to call out, my words muffled but hopefully convincing enough.
Finally, blessedly, I hear the door click shut behind him.
“Boone,” I hiss, my voice barely a whisper. “I need to go make sure he actually left.”
“Abso—” thrust “fucking—” thrust “not,” he growls, his tone possessive and unwavering as his hips drive into me harder.
Two of his fingers are still hooked at the corner of my mouth, holding me right where he wants me, completely at his mercy.
“I’m coming inside your cunt tonight,” he growls, his voice bordering on anger. “I’m filing you with my seed. So that you smell and taste like mine. So that all this talk about my ex can finally be put to bed. For good.”
“Boone,” I whimper, my breath hitching as he slams into me again, his pace relentless, his fingers working my clit so hard I can hardly think. “I promise it was before anything happened between us. I shouldn’t have even mentioned it.”
“I don’t care when it was, Rosie,” he bites out, his brown eyes blazing with an intensity that makes my chest tighten. He’s upset with me. “You know the truth. You know that’s not who I am. And you’re mine. Now and always.”
And he’s right. I know it. I feel it in every part of me. He doesn’t just own my body—he owns me, completely. And I own him.
“I’m… I’m coming, Boone,” I gasp, the words tumbling out as the tension that’s been building inside me finally snaps.
“Good,” he growls, unyielding as his cock drives into me, his pace never faltering even as my pussy spasms around him.
I collapse forward in his arms, the world tilting as my release crashes over me in waves. It’s raw, and overwhelming how powerfully I care about him. Boone doesn’t let up, pumping into me a few more times before he groans, his warmth spilling into me as he releases with my name on his lips.
And for a fleeting second, I remember my dad might still be within earshot of us. But the thought dissolves as Boone’s grip on me tightens, his breathing ragged against my ear.
It feels so good. So right to be held by him like this.
He holds me there, pinned against the shower wall, both breathing heavily, until the water turns cold and snaps us back to reality.
With a flick of his wrist, he shuts the valve off, his body still pressed against mine. Then he pulls out slowly, and even soft, he’s still thick and heavy, his cock brushing against me as he moves.
Wordlessly, he grabs a towel and dries me, his movements tender despite the fire that just raged between us. When he’s satisfied, he wraps the towel around me and scoops me into his arms, carrying me to bed gently.
And just like yesterday, he tucks us both under the covers, smoothing my damp hair back with his hand.
“That was a really close call with my dad,” I whisper.
His dark eyes meet mine, and his lips curl into a smile. “I’d fuck you in front of anyone, Rosie. I don’t have any shame when it comes to you because you’re my wife.”
And I believe him. Every single word.