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“Rocky, oh fuck!” My skin was on fire, feeling like every nerve ending in my body was exposed, but I couldn’t stop. I was a woman on a mission to make him lose control, even if it was only a heartbeat before I did. “Yes!”
His fingertips tightened and his teeth sank into my left breast, and when I pulsed around him in three rapid-fire bursts, his hips jutted up, sending him another inch deeper. How that was possible, I didn’t know, but I didn’t question it either because there was no time.
Pleasure shot out of me like a supernova and my body tensed for an eternity before the spell was broken in violent convulsions that gripped his cock in a stranglehold, which only intensified my own orgasm. My eyes slammed shut, but I forced them open because I needed to see Rocky as he lost control.
His head fell back and a roar of pleasure tore through the air as his grip tightened on my tits. “Oh fuck,” he groaned as his hands slid down to grip my hips, bucking up as his own orgasm erupted, shooting from his body into mine. I couldn’t look away from the beautiful agony that twisted his features, not even when his body triggered orgasm aftershocks that rocked my body uncontrollably. I refused to look away, because when Rocky fell apart? It was a thing of fucking beauty. “Shit, Peyton.”
I smiled as my body collapsed on top of his, my ear pressed right against the loud pounding of his heart. It felt good right here. Too good, almost like this was where I belonged. Don’t be stupid, Peyton.
I needed to stop the fantasies from growing into more than what this was, an itch scratched. A need satisfied. However much I wanted this and the man who made me feel this way, he didn’t want it.
He was determined to keep his distance and I needed to protect myself, to guard my heart.
“Peyton,” he began, and I shook my head, shoving at his chest as I stood, slowly removing him from my body.
“I know, Rocky. I don’t need the speech this time, I know that nothing has changed. This was just a good fuck.” I snatched my discarded clothes from the floor and stepped around his big body, making a mad dash to my room before the tears fell.
Chapter 13
Rocky
I hadn’t slept for shit last night, despite the toe-curling orgasm from having Peyton ride my cock on the stairs. The way she’d gotten up and left me there, my dick still wet from her come, had haunted me all night.
I’d let her go, even though my body craved hers, demanded that I reach out and grab her, keep her close. All night I tossed and turned, hand gripping my cock as I jerked off to the memory of her tits bouncing in my face, the sound of her shouting her pleasure. She was fucking perfection, and I couldn’t have her because it would be a betrayal to my son, and I couldn’t risk it.
So why did I keep fucking thinking about her? It couldn’t just be her body. She was beautiful, and she made me come harder than anyone I’d ever known. But I’ve craved women purely physically before, plenty of fucking times. Wanting a woman never stopped me from seeking out others, if she wasn’t available.
But now, the thought of fucking someone else filled me with…nothing.
No, not nothing. I wasn’t apathetic about it, I actively did not want someone else. I didn’t want to fuck anyone but Peyton. I think if one of the club bunnies jumped my cock, it would remain flaccid.
I just wanted Peyton.
I stayed in bed until the sun peeked through the blinds and lit my bedroom, grabbing a hot shower before I dressed quickly and left for the clubhouse. Once my tires hit the road, I found myself taking the long route there to clear my mind before I faced my brothers. When I pulled into the parking lot, Sheriff Cross was there talking with Diesel.
“Hey,” I said as I joined them. “What’s going on?”
Cross flashed a tight smile. “Just the man I was hoping to talk to this morning.”
“Yeah?” I frowned and folded my arms. “About what?”
“Peyton,” he said simply. “I have her laptop and charger in my patrol car, the crime scene techs have finished processing it, and I thought she might want it back.”
“That’s good. Any lead on who did this to her roommate?”
“Not yet. Anything else you know?”
I shook my head. “Not that I can think of.” Then I remembered her telling me about the weird dude from the bar. “Actually, a guy named Zachary, maybe. She doesn’t know his last name, but he was at your office when she came to give her statement. She’d only met him once when he hit on her at a bar a week before the murder. She says he’s been hanging around her,” —she hadn’t said that— “and that she had reason to believe her safety was at risk,” —she’d in fact specifically questioned if maybe that wasn’t the case— “so he might be worth looking into.”
Whatever. Lying to the cops was nothing, especially in the name of Peyton’s safety.
Sheriff Cross nodded. “I’ll go through the security footage and sign-in sheets to see if I can ID him. Anything else?”
“Nothing.” Peyton seemed truly baffled by the fact that she was the target, and I believed her. “I’ll let you know if that changes.”
Cross nodded and jotted down a few notes before he shook my hand and then Diesel’s, and made his way back to his car.
I followed him to get Peyton’s laptop and thanked the sheriff for bringing it by. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate having it back.”
