Page 13 of Rogue’s Vow

He bends, kissing my lips. “Wrap your legs around my waist, Angel.” I do as he asks, and he drives in, hitting that bullseye deep inside that makes me delirious with need. “Rogue.”

Rogue lifts my ass, driving deeper and hitting that spot again and again, building the waves of pleasure, taking me over the edge as wave after wave of desire wrack my body with unprecedented desire as he pumps three more times, following me over the edge.

My legs feel like rubber and as if he knows, he holds my thighs, kissing my belly as our bodies slowly recover from the most intense experience I’ve ever had. Our eyes meet and I see the question in his eyes, hoping what I’m seeing isn’t regret.

Rogue lifts me from the bar, taking a seat on one of the bar stools and cradling me in his lap. He kisses my lips and strokes my face. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin? I would have been gentler, Angel.”

Leave it to Rogue to try to protect me, even in that. “I didn’t want easy. I wanted it the exact way it was. It was perfect, in every single way.”

He pushes the hair from my face before lifting me into his arms stark-assed naked and all. “You’re exhausted, let’s get you to bed.”

I gasp. “What about our clothes? Everyone will know.”

Rogue laughs, crossing the bar with me in his arms. “It’s nothing they haven’t seen before baby, but I’ll protect your innocence, Angel. I’ll put you to bed and come back for the evidence.”

When others are trying to capitalize on my innocence, he’s trying to go slower, protect me from harm, even to the point of going back to hide our indiscretions from his crew.

My chest bubbles with an emotion I’ve never felt for a man. I don’t know if I want to put a name to it, but still the L word keeps floating around my mind. Is it crazy that I feel this for someone I’ve known for less such a short time who’s kept me prisoner in his sister’s bedroom while keeping me protected from the monsters who want to do me harm?

It is absolutely insane but nonetheless, I can’t help the way he makes me feel. After all the bad in my life, to have so much good in one man who’s known as one of the most notorious badasses around. But he’s not bad to me, or to his crew.

He carries me upstairs as though I’m a fragile doll, his eyes still burning with that heat from before. “Rogue?”

“Yeah baby,” he asks, pushing the bedroom door open with his foot.

“Does sex always make you so relaxed, like you’re floating on a cloud and so very sleepy?”

14

ROGUE

Iwatch Angel for the longest time after tucking her into bed before heading to my room and dragging a pair of jeans on to go down and get our clothes. I scoop them up and push them into a plastic grocery bag before grabbing a beer from the refrigerator and returning to my room.

The room not one other female has ever been in. Sure, the bunnies come around but not once have I brought one of them in all the years we’ve lived here up to my private room. But Angel, I would have brought her here to love, to kiss on and take her flower if I had known she was a virgin.

But Angel has a mind of her own. A sweet innocent young woman who the Scorpions used to make a buck at any club that would hire her while they protected her innocence so they could sell her to a son of a bitch who wanted her virginity and nothing else. Now the reason they want her back is making sense.

I’m still trying to comprehend exactly what happened tonight with my Angel. Nothing could have surprised me more when I felt resistance and knew she was in pain And the fact she knew exactly what she wanted and wanted it with me.

Fuck…

The realization that the reason her stepdad sold her and her sister to the Scorpion bastards hits hard. A virgin as pretty as her brings a shit ton of money. The rich sons of bitches get off on that shit and pay more money than most men make in years. That’s why the Scorpions didn’t hurt her, didn’t soil her and instead made her dance in the clubs. A way to make money while not spoiling her before making the sell. Greedy sons of bitches, well they got what they deserved trying to get her back.

And knowing exactly what her virginity meant, that she could sell it on her own too, for money that would hold her for years, she gave me the most special gift she had to give free of charge or any strings attached.

I close the door, tossing the bag of our clothes onto the floor before unbuttoning my pants and letting them drop to the floor. Angel purrs as I slide in next to her, cradling her body next to mine. I kiss the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Do you still want me now that I’m not a virgin?”

Angel’s question catches me off guard. I draw her closer because all I’ve been thinking about is that I should have made it a better experience for her, some romantic shit after a dinner out or something, but instead she’s thinking I only wanted her for her virginity when I didn’t know it at all.

I tip her chin up with a finger. “That doesn’t make a bit of sense. I had no idea you were a virgin. You should have told me, Angel. Tell me what’s going on? Why would you ask me that, knowing I didn’t know you were a virgin?”

She heaves a sigh, and a lone tear rolls from her eye, right down her cheek. I catch it with a fingertip and put it to my lips, tasting the salt of her pain. “Tell me what’s hurting you, Angel.”

Those green eyes assess me for long minutes. I lie still wondering if she’s going to tell me what I want to know or if she’s going to make something up that isn’t true or doesn’t make any sense.

“No man has ever protected me, in any way at all. They just wanted to make money off of my looks. I’m not sure exactly what they see in me but whatever it is, boys in high school wanted to get with me only to pop my cherry, and then my own stepdad wanted to capitalize on my virginity by selling me and my sister to the bikers who apparently could get a hell of a lot more for me than her, because I was virgin. It’s the only reason I was able to set her free before I ran. I knew they would come for me.”