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Dawn is mine.
Chapter Seven
Dawn
Another morning of daydreaming.
I would never admit this to anyone, not even my sister, but I skipped classes yesterday and spent the entire day listening to sad country music and downing ice cream like I had just gone through the most devastating break-up. I’ve only known Rocky a week, but finding out that I am the furthest thing from his usual type felt like getting my heart torn out of my chest. Call me dramatic, but seeing the pictures of all the women he’s been photographed with sent me into a tailspin.
They were all models, and I am, well . . . not.
I am ashamed that I actually contemplated changing bits of myself for him. Just thinking about it and knowing what I know now has me cringing so hard.
Christ, I wish I could erase what happened yesterday. If I could go back, I would kick that old man in the shins and run before he could poison my heart and mind.
“Your bed is too small,” Rocky groans sleepily, slinging his heavy arm over my stomach and pulling me flush against him.
“Yeah, well, when my parents bought it, I imagine they didn’t think I would invite a giant into it.”
Rocky chuckles deeply, the raspy sound going straight to my aching heart. How can I not love this man? To even think that I spent an entire day hiding from him proves I must’ve lost my mind yesterday.
I moan when Rocky slips a hand under my shirt, palming my breasts and stroking my nipples between his fingers. I moan when he tugs at my swollen buds, the sensation sending a rush of heat to my sex, but I move away from his hand before he can take things further.
My legs are shaking as I climb out of bed and away from his reach. “No sex this morning,” I say despite my trembling pussy. Rocky falls on his back and folds his arms under his head, then stares at me with those sexy green eyes, and I want nothing more than to jump back into bed with him.
My eyes drop to his visible erection tenting the covers, and I swallow back the need to straddle him and ride his cock all morning. Hell, my body is begging for it, but I can’t.
“Come back to bed, kitten,” he coaxes with a purr. Damn him and his sexy voice.
“I can’t do that. I know your fight is tonight and I heard you’re not supposed to have sex before a big match.”
“Supposed is a stretch.” He grins, palming his cock under the sheets.
“Fine, I’ve heard sex distracts fighters and makes them sluggish. It could cause you to lose the fight.” I read all about it yesterday as I was drowning myself in ice cream and pretending like I hadn’t chosen to buy rocky road purely because of its name.
“Why don’t you come closer and tell me all the ways sex is going to distract me from my fight tonight,” he suggest huskily, extending his palm for me to grab. “I can’t hear you from way over there, kitten.”
I roll my eyes at his obvious tactics, moving away from his reach, but something tells me he’ll get what he wants before the end of the day despite my determination not to give into him.
His eyes narrow on mine as he pushes back the covers, and I start backing toward the bedroom door. I am nearly to the hallway by the time he climbs out of bed, his eyes turning predatory as he follows me, and I take that as my cue to run.
I am not going to be the reason this man loses his retirement fight tonight. We’re going to have to push back our desires until he has officially completed the fight that I have no doubt he’s been preparing months for. I figure I can outrun him considering my smaller frame, but I don’t account for his conditioned speed. For such a huge man, he sure is fast on his feet, and soon, I find myself thrown over a broad shoulder, kicking and yelling for him to put me down. I gasp when he throws me to the bed before climbing in after me, caging me with his arms so I have no choice but to stare into those intense green eyes.
“Caught you,” he rasps, leaning down and brushing his lips against mine, and I am too weak to resist him. At least I can say that I tried.
“B-but . . . I read online that you shouldn’t have sex before a match.”
“That rule only applies to the fighter. There is no such rule about getting your girlfriend off before a big match.”
My brows rise at his statement. “Oh!”
“Now let's take care of you,” he says, dragging his fingertips up my thighs, his eyes locked on mine when he drags his middle finger between my drenched folds. My lips part on a gasp and my eyes flutter closed when he slides his thick digit into my trembling sex. “Eyes on me, kitten,” he orders as he thrusts his finger into my pulsing channel. His eyes never leave mine as he adds another finger.
“Too much,” I whimper, feeling achy and needy.
“Not enough,” he responds. “I’m only getting started.”
His mouth captures mine in a hungry kiss, and I moan around his tongue, my head growing light from his teasing. This feels different from all the other times we’ve been together. Oh, who am I kidding? Every moment with this man feels like my first time all over again.
