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“Oh!” She bucked back, fucking my cock as if it belonged to her. Her slick walls gripped me tight, and though she quivered, I knew it would take a little more to get her to the next orgasm.
My middle finger slid between her swollen folds until I was coated in her juices. Slowly, I sank that finger into the tight puckered rose of her asshole. I took my time until she relaxed again and started squirming. “Good?”
“Full,” she moaned, and tossed her head back. “Don’t. Stop.”
As if I fucking could. My hips moved like a man possessed, in and out, faster and deeper, while I fucked her ass slowly and deliberately until her whole body was covered in goosebumps, until her moans became the tiniest whimpers as she rocked against the length of my cock.
“Rocky,” she gasped a fraction of a second before she exploded all around me. Her orgasm was even more powerful than the last. She shook violently all around me as a rush of liquid escaped.
“Fuck, babe,” I couldn’t get enough of this woman. The sensation of her pussy clenching my cock had me on the edge and I gave one last thrust before I came in shuddering spasms.
“Mmm,” was the last thing she said before her breathing evened out and she fell asleep in the middle of the bed, face down, wearing nothing but a slick sheen of sweat and a smile.
I could have left. I could have gotten up and gone back to my room, but I didn’t do that. I turned her on her side, tugged her against my chest, and fell asleep with Peyton in my arms.
I didn’t want to admit even to myself just how fucking good it felt.
Chapter 18
Peyton
When I woke up, it was later than usual. I knew that because the sun wasn’t blinding the fuck out of me. A quick glance at the clock said it was close to noon.
I sat up quickly, a little too quickly when I suddenly felt lightheaded. And then nauseous. I frowned because I rarely got sick, and I hadn’t been anywhere except the steakhouse since graduation. Where the fuck did I pick up a bug?
“Coffee,” I grunted. “I need coffee.” But first, I needed a shower to wash away the scent of Rocky.
Again.
He came to me again last night, and like a horny idiot, I let him fuck me. Again. When was I going learn? Apparently, never.
But this time, it was worse. Because this time he stayed with me all night. This time he held me, brushed his fingers through my hair until I fell asleep cocooned and safe in his arms. He stayed with me all night, I felt him leave at one point and my half-asleep ass cracked an eye to see that the sun was up when he’d padded out and left for his daily duties.
He’d stayed with me all night, and I was already into him but now my heart was trying to pitter-patter itself into something more, and I tried desperately to shut it down.
Rocky was a dangerous, dangerous man for me.
I was completely and totally obsessed with him, but I was still nothing more than his dirty little secret. My heart warmed every time I thought of him, and I thought of him often. I wanted his attention, wanted him comfortable and happy, found myself catering to him like I’d never done for a man before, and for some reason—for some reason Nolan’s last words to me kept ringing in my mind. The ones that said I was perfectly capable of love, if I found the right man.
I don’t know why those words kept popping up in my mind.
But every morning after Rocky left, I washed away his scent and made a new pot of coffee as if that alone could erase the feel of him on my skin, the taste of him on my tongue. But nothing ever rid me of thoughts of him.
This morning, however, the scent of coffee made my stomach do belly flops and I emptied my stomach into the sink. Dammit, I couldn’t even have coffee.
Before I could think about why, my phone buzzed on the countertop and I snatched it up without even thinking. Slate had taken what he could from my phone before returning it, and everything was now just a waiting game. I glanced down at the screen, immediately happy I’d already tossed my cookies because the message made me ill.
You can’t hide from me forever. We belong together.
I flung the phone across the counter, angry and terrified that this asshole, whoever he was, made me feel so fucking helpless. So powerless. I promised myself a long time ago that I would never, ever let myself feel that way again, and I worked hard to make sure I never did. Until now. Now I was running away from one man and hiding out with another, and the worst part? They both wanted the same thing.
My body.
Tears streamed down my cheeks faster than I could swipe them away and I curled into a ball right there on the kitchen floor, holding my legs and rocking back and forth until I drifted into a fitful sleep. My dreams were plagued with me running from one man or another, searching for something I never found. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the hell was going on in my mind.
“Peyton, wake up, sweetheart.”
A big hand gently tapped my face and my eyes shot open and all I could see was Rocky’s hazel eyes. I smacked at his hands and shoved him away. “I’m awake,” I mumbled, and when I couldn’t push him away, I slid away to put more distance between us. “You can stop staring at me like that, I’m fine.”
