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“Lasso, wow!”
I chuckled and sat back on the chair, feeling masculine pride when she slid from the table on wobbly legs and straddled my hips.
“Wow is my specialty, darlin’. I can’t seem to stop until I’ve made you scream.”
She gripped my cock and lowered herself on to me with a moan that made me so hard my vision blurred.
“I admire that level of dedication,” she told me with a little rock of her hips. “And I feel a scream already starting deep inside me.”
My hands went to her hips, grabbing her hard enough to bruise as I thrusted up into her. “That deep?”
The little minx grinned and tilted her head back. “Deeper.”
I went deeper and harder, faster and harder, slamming into her with all that I had, her sexy gasps of pleasure egged me on, daring me to give her everything.
And I did.
By the time we made our way to the bed in a sweaty heap of limbs, I’d given her everything and then some while she gave back just the same.
Leaving me spent yet eager for another round.
***
“Answer your damn phone, Lasso!”
Rocky’s sleepy, irritated voice penetrated the fog of sleep but not enough for me to move. When she shoved me, though, I heard the chime of the phone. “Not my phone. Yours,” I grunted.
“Mine is on vibrate ‘cause I’m not an animal,” she groaned and pushed at my shoulders until I sat up and laughed when her phone began to shudder on the nightstand. “Wrong again.”
She groaned and sat up, reaching over to flip on a light. Her expression annoyed, then worried. “Why are all the phones ringing?”
That was a good damn question. “Must be an emergency with the club.” That was likely enough to have me off the bed and in search of my own damn phone as the symphony of sounds continued.
“None of your club people would be calling me, Dallas.”
Her use of my given name brought me up short. “You’re right. Answer yours,” I told her and sat on the bed beside her as she slid the green button on her screen.
“Hello?” She strained to hear but there was nothing but white noise on the other end. “Hello?” Ten seconds later she ended the call and looked to me. “Now you.”
My phone still sat in the kitchen along with the dishes we’d discarded in passion.
“Yeah?” I said, breathless from the rush through the house to catch it before the last ring.
Someone was there but the fucker wasn’t speaking, and I knew who it was.
“Fucker.” I ended the call and glared at the still ringing phone.
“It was silent,” I told Rocky as she joined me in the kitchen, looking better than I ever could in my own damn t-shirt.
She took a deep breath as she stood by the cordless phone fixed to the wall between the kitchen and the dining room, put her hand on the receiver and lifted it from the cradle. “Hello?”
“You can’t fucking run from me, Rochelle!” Even across the room I could hear the crazed voice with the maniacal laugh. “I’ll find you, bitch!” With a loud click, the call was over.
Rocky’s face went white and she shook like a leaf in the wind, the phone still in her hand as reality settled over her. “He found me. He found me.” She kept repeating the words over and over, scaring the shit out of me.
“It’s okay, Rocky. I’ve got you.” My arms went around her, pulling her to my chest while she continued her chant.
“He found me.” She pulled back, green eyes slaying me with fear and worry, defeat swimming in her gaze. “I was supposed to be long gone by now, dammit. Now he’s found me, and you too.”
