Page 19 of Bailey-Rose: The Complete Duet

Great, now not only did I act like a moron as I tried to give a sleeping person the Heimlich maneuver, I probably slobbered all over them too. God, I’ve been awake for all of five minutes, and it’s already a disaster of a day. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was six thirty in the morning, causing my jaw to drop in shock. Never have I claimed to be a morning person. In fact, it went against everything I stood for to be awake right now.

What time had I fallen asleep to feel so well-rested? You know what, I don’t want to know the answer to that. It will only make me upset since I’m pretty sure I didn’t have dinner. No wonder I was so hungry.

As I looked in the mirror again, I noticed I was still in my dress and shorts from last night. I should probably be relieved by that, but it was simply another acknowledgment of my epic fail of an introduction to these men I was supposed to spend my life with. Cracking open the door, I peered into my bedroom, trying to take stock of what was happening before I entered.

“Rosie, what exactly are you doing?” Lysse asked as he moved from where he’d been standing.

Okay, so he didn’t really leave like I thought. He just knew I’d kick him out if he tried to creep in while I was in the bathroom. Clearly, I was going to need to put in some ground rules if this was going to become a regular occurrence. I cleared my throat, stood tall, and tried not to show that I was being weirder than normal.

“Nothing… just not used to having men I’m not related to in my bedroom,” I answered, opening the door fully.

Ulysses raised a brow as he took a step forward, causing me to back up a step. “Does that mean you think of me as someone you’re related to?”

“What?” I asked, not following his train of thought as I continued to back up while he advanced one step at a time. My retreat was halted when I bumped into the wall, allowing Lysse to cage me in with his broad body.

He reached out and gently wrapped a hand around my throat, stroking his thumb over my pulse, making me shiver. “You said you weren’t used to people you weren’t related to being in your room.”

It was hard to process what he was saying as his scent, touch, and the sight of his bare skin left me in a daze. Then the bastard had the audacity to lean in and whisper in my ear with an edge to his voice that made me want to melt.

“Now, Rosie,” he continued, his hot breath on my neck. “I distinctly remember being in this room. With you as you painted while your brother and I read comic books. So does that mean you view me the same as your brother?”

Like hell, I viewed him the same as Crew.

“N-no,” I stammered. “You are definitely not like my brother.”

“Good…” Ulysses pressed a kiss just below my ear, “… because the intentions I have toward you are anything but brotherly.”

My chest tightened as my heart rate sped up, and my breathing became more rapid. I tried to calm myself down since the last thing I wanted was for my monitor to go off and ruin the moment. Ulysses gazed down at me with a heat in his gaze that I’d dared to dream about as I scratched an itch. I might not be able to have a heat, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t get horny. Sex was great, but it didn’t happen often for me, so I was left to tend to my own needs.

Before I could think better of it, my hand connected with Ulysses’ chest, fingers splayed wide to touch as much of him as I could. A possessive sound erupted out of the Alpha before me as he stepped closer, pressing me between him and the wall. Lysses’ hand gripped my hips and lifted me until we were at eye level. Wrapping my legs around his waist to secure myself to his body, I used one hand to free his hair from its loose bun. It fell to his shoulders in a thick sheet of blond silk that would make any woman jealous. Leaning in, I caressed my cheek along his neck. I wanted his scent on my body, proving I was his while leaving mine on him marking him as taken.

“Rosie,” Ulysses bit out. “You are making it rather challenging to be a gentleman.”

“Hmm,” I hummed, then nipped at his ear. “Since when have you ever been a gentleman around me?”

That comment seemed to be what made Lysse snap. A hand fisted the hair at the base of my neck and pulled, forcing me to look up at him. Without a second thought, his lips were on mine as our bodies melded together. I could feel his other hand on my ass, gripping it so tightly I wondered if he might leave a bruise. My fingers sank into his hair to make sure he wouldn’t pull away from me.

Feelings of need welled up within me like I’d never experienced before as I ground my pussy against his abs. Forget a six-pack, this Alpha of mine had an eight-pack, and I planned to use it to my advantage. With a nip on my lower lip, Ulysses demanded I allow him to deepen the kiss, and I did so eagerly. My years of pining and watching from a distance were over in this one moment. The universe knew how much I craved this man, and in the most perfect twist of fate, he became mine.

Ulysses moved his hand from my ass to my lower back, changing the angle so my clit had better contact with his skin. Pulling back from the kiss, he tucked my head to his neck and whispered in my ear, “Rosie, I want you to rub that perfect pussy on me. You’re going to keep doing it until I tell you to stop.”

I let out a shaky breath that sounded more like a whimper as I nodded, unable to speak.

“That’s my good girl,” Ulysses purred as he rolled his hips in a way that had me mewling with pleasure. “Now ride me ’til you can’t take it anymore.”

There was a split second of hesitation as I questioned what the fuck I was even thinking dry humping this man like it was my only purpose in life. Thankfully, that doubt ended the second I felt Ulysses’ mouth on my neck, teasing my skin with his teeth. He didn’t bite, more like let them drag along my skin, making my pussy pulse with desire.

Fuck, if this is what it was like before we bonded, how much more intense would it get?

My body needed the release he was providing me as I rocked in a steady rhythm against him. However, it wasn’t enough. I had too many clothes on to get the friction I needed. A soft whine slipped out as I dug my nails into his skin, desperate to achieve the promised climax.

As if Ulysses knew exactly what I needed, he turned to set me on the counter. Sliding his hands around my ass, he rucked up my dress, tugging it over my head. Next, I let out a surprised yelp as he grabbed the front of my leggings and ripped them open at the crotch. Once he felt enough fabric was out of the way, he wrapped me around him tightly. Instead of pressing me to the wall like before, he laid me out on my bathroom sink counter.

“I thought I could let you have control, but it seems I’m just not a strong enough man for that,” Ulysses whispered.

Not having the brain power to follow what he was saying, I wriggled under him, trying to find that friction I’d been teased with. Everything came to a screeching halt when his lips wrapped around my nipple, and he gently tugged at it over my bra. Euphoria swept through my body at the feel of his hard silk-covered cock making contact with my soaking wet pussy. A cry of pleasure burst out of me as the head of his cock collided with my clit. Now this was exactly what I needed to reach the promised land of orgasms.

Ulysses buried his face in my neck, clutching me to him as he thrust against me. At this point, I lost all capacity for reason or giving a fuck we might be heard. All I cared about was what was happening between my legs with a man I’m fairly certain I’ve loved for a long time. The grunts and heavy breathing coming from Ulysses spurred me on as I reveled, knowing he was enjoying this as much as me.