“Can you give us a minute, please?” I ask Rochelle, and she gives me a nod as she stands with Meli.
“Be gentle,” she whispers as she leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.
Red looks away, twisting her hands in her lap, not wanting to make eye contact. I approach the bed, kneel in front of her, and place my hand over hers, stopping her fidgeting. She looks up at me. Her eyes are full of pain, and it makes my heart twist. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers, her voice wavering.
I reach up, placing a stray hair behind her ear, and she leans into my touch. “There’s no need to apologise.”
“There is. Me staying here has caused trouble.” She pauses, biting nervously at her lips. “It’s only going to get worse. He won’t leave it.”
“Then let him come back.” I stand and sit on the bed as her eyes follow me. “You don’t have to go anywhere or do anything with him that you don’t want to.” She looks away, and I feel her pulling away from me. I grab her face gently, drawing her attention back to me. “But,” I hesitate because I don’t want to push her, “I need to know everything. I can’t protect you if I don’t know what the fuck is going on.”
She presses her lips into a firm line and straightens her shoulders. “I don’t need fucking saving,” she snaps. “I was doing fine without you.”
I run my hands through my dishevelled hair. “Sure fucking looked that way, Red,” I bark and stand abruptly from the bed. She flinches slightly but soon regains her composure.
“You men always think us women can’t do shit for ourselves, always feeling the need to be fucking Rambo to protect us.”
“He was pulling you out this fucking clubhouse by your hair and you want me to apologise for punching the cunt?” There’s no way I’m apologising for protecting what’s mine.Even if she doesn’t know she’s mine yet . . . she soon will.
“He’s a fucking judge,” she screams, standing from the bed with her fists clenched. “He’s going to have you arrested and it’s all my fucking fault for staying here. For once in my life, I felt safe. I felt protected. Meli was relaxed and now . . .” She turns away from me as her voice wavers. “And now, I’ve got to leave again.”
I approach from behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her against me. She tries to move away, but her small frame is no use against me. A small sob escapes her lips. “You aren’t going anywhere, Red,” I whisper in her ear, and her body instantly relaxes against mine. “He doesn’t intimidate me, whether he’s a judge or not. He’s a nobody to me. You think being arrested scares me, Red?”
“I can’t have you going to prison because of me, Rock.” She whimpers as her head leans into my chest.
I laugh, and she looks up at me. “It won’t be the first time and it’s certainly not gonna be the last. I will do anything to protect what’s mine.”
She turns to look at me and frowns. “What’s yours, eh?” I place a gentle kiss on her lips, hoping to hell she doesn’t push meaway. When she doesn’t, my tongue darts out and she parts her lips, kissing me back with the same force.
I break the kiss and rest my head against hers. “You are now, Red,” I whisper. She reaches up on her toes to kiss me again, and I lift her at the waist. She wraps her legs around me as we deepen our kiss. My cock strains painfully against my jeans, and I’m not sure how long I’ll last before I shoot my load. This is all I’ve thought about since I met her.
CHAPTER FOUR
LIZZY
He pushes me against the wall, his grip resting tightly on my arse. A thrill shoots through me as his tongue dances against mine. I feel his cock press against my sweet spot as he grinds against me. I hum into his mouth, then he pulls away and our laboured breathing is the only sound filling the room.
“Red,” he pants as he looks at me, his eyes burning with desire, “if we do this, you’re mine. There’s no going back.” I nod in approval and bite my lower lip, needing what he’s about to offer me. There’s no way he means what he says. He’ll soon get bored of me, especially with all the brazen hussies wandering round here in next to nothing.
Rock lowers me to the floor, watching me through his hooded eyes. He grasps my face in his hand, his palm almost the size of my face. “I mean it, Red.” I reach up on my toes, his frame towering over me, and place a tender kiss on his lips.
“Are you just going to talk, Rock, or are you going to take me?” I taunt. Right now, the only thing I can think about is how many ways his mouth can bring me to my knees. He smirks at me, reaching for the hem of my shirt and lifting it over myhead. He inhales sharply as he drinks me in. I lean forward and whisper, “What the fuck are you waiting for, bad boy?”
He growls, which just turns me on even more. He reaches for the cup of my bra, folding it down as he leans in and bites gently on my budding nipple. Electricity shoots to my core at his expert mouth. His hand glides down to my jeans, undoing the button and sliding them down my legs. I step out of them as he grabs my hand and leads me towards the bed. He pushes me backwards as my legs hit the bed. I fall back, letting out a little giggle, and he smiles. He leans over me, placing feather kisses along my breasts and abdomen. I arch off the bed, needing more contact, and it’s his turn to laugh.
“I’ve waited days for this, Red. I’m taking my sweet time, savouring every fucking minute.”
I throw my head back in frustration, knowing this is going to be a tortuous tease until I finally find my release. It’s then I feel his hot breath above my underwear, and I inwardly groan. He pulls the material to the side and his tongue darts out, licking through my folds. My skin breaks out in goosebumps as he circles my clit, and I feel myself squirming under his touch. He places his hand on my abdomen, holding me in place as I thrash around on the bed.
His tongue works rhythmic patterns on my bud, and I whimper as that all too familiar feeling builds in the base of my stomach. My legs begin to shake either side of his head as he sucks on my clit, sending me toppling over the edge.
He looks up at me, his chin glistening with my juices. “You taste fucking magical. I could eat this pussy every day for the rest of my life,” he says as he crawls up my body, leaning down to kiss me. Usually, tasting myself would make me cringe, but being here with Rock, who is now hard for me, makes me dart out my tongue to taste every last drop.
I reach down and lift his top over his head, taking in his perfectly chiselled abs. His body is like a piece of artwork adorned with numerous tattoos. He stands up to remove his jeans. He’s wearing no underwear, and I grin at him.
“Easier access, I see.” I wink, and he leans above me, resting on his elbows.
“Only for you, Red.” He devours my mouth as if I’m about to be his last meal, and I feel the excitement pooling between my legs.
