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“That’s not what I asked,” he said, sitting up, placing his warm hands on her waist and dragging her back into the middle of the bed. “I said, do you need more?”
Crouched between her legs like some kind of stubborn god of sex, Rose couldn’t lie. He’d loosened a few of his shirt buttons so the broad expanse of this chest and upper abdomen were visible, and his forearms flexed beneath his rolled-up cuffs.
“Yes,” she whispered, and a grin flitted across his face.
“Well, then,” he purred, “I’d better get to work.” He lowered his mouth to her clit and pressed a long lick to the center of her, repeating it over and over until her legs trembled as he watched for her reaction, blue eyes mischievous as he worked her. Sucking it into his mouth, Blake didn’t let up, and her head eventually fell back against the sheets, unable to hold it up any longer as he pushed a finger into her pussy while he ate her out. Talented tongue dancing across her flesh as he wrung whimpers from her.
She was close, so close to an orgasm bigger than the one she’d just had, and she knew instinctively it was this her body had been craving. Blake was giving her exactly what she needed, one lick at a time. Her hand sank into his thick, blonde hair, pulling and yanking as her muscles trembled in her legs until her pussy couldn’t take it anymore, orgasming so hard she was breathless as Blake left her with two long licks and then looked up at her with a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Better?”
She nodded, too out of breath and exhausted to talk, and he chuckled as he sat up. The tension of the past few days had dissolved, and he gave her one of his genuine smiles, the ones that made both his dimples dig in deep to his cheeks.
“I don’t know why we aren’t doing this all the time.”
“Because I don’t like you,” she sighed contentedly, sitting up and stretching before heading to the ensuite to pee and clean up. “Have you got spare sheets? Those ones are kind of messy now.”
Blake didn’t respond, and when she turned, he was staring at her intently. “Butwhydon’t you like me?”
She huffed, pissed that he was ruining her post-orgasm high. “Well, why don’tyoulike me?”
“I never said I didn’t.” He winked, and she rolled her eyes. Some things didn’t need to be said. Blake had always been an ass to her, from brushing her off as too young to play with the big boys, to the stupid pranks he’d play on only her – she could swear he’d teased her more than he had Cara. Though to be fair, his sister hadn’t always been around very much. But paying off her prom date… junior or no, that was a dick move. You didn’t do that to someone you liked. Plus, every interaction since then had been overly antagonistic. He did his best to piss her off, did itdeliberately,and then had the cheek to say he didn’t hate her? This was all just part of one of his mind games, winding her up by pretending he liked her.
“Actions speak louder than words,” she sniffed and he laughed loudly, startling her.
“So when I invited you into my home, cooked you breakfast, kept you safe…?”
“You honestly expect me to believe you did those things for me?” she scoffed.
“Who else would I do them for?” He stood and seemed at a loss, hands held loosely at his sides as the easy air between them became foggy once more.
“I don’t know, Blake! Your mom, as a favor to mine?” She hurriedly washed her hands, glaring at him in the mirror, watching as he sighed.
“Nobody asked me to do this,” he said finally, breathing out a long breath and looking at her deeply before glancing away into the hall. “It was my idea.”
She moved a step closer, her head cocked. “But why?”
“To keep you safe.”
Head shaking, she backed away again. “No. I don’t believe that.”
“Why?” he asked, and if Rose didn’t know better she would have said he was begging. “Why won’t you trust me?”
“Because you’ve given me no reason to – at every opportunity you lie to me. You’re arrogant and controlling and you don’t have any faith in me!” She hadn’t expected to say, or even feel, that last part and for a second, she just blinked at him as he regarded her.
“I think you’re wildly competent, and I respect the hell out of you. Wanting to protect you doesn’t negate that.” He moved close to her as he looked into her eyes before shaking his head and heading for the door. Blake paused in the frame. “Do you remember how you asked me last week about the guy I paid off to ditch you at prom?”
“Yes,” she said curtly.
“I paid him off because I overheard him bragging to his small-dick friends about how he was going to ‘bag the precious DuLoe pussy’ on prom night, which he apparently found hilarious because he’d also been sleeping with your friend – Chelsie, I think her name was?” Blake didn’t wait for her to reply, just walked out of her bedroom and whistled for Bailey. She listened to his footsteps go all the way down the stairs and jumped at the bang of the back door as he took Bailey outside, leaving her to stew in her thoughts.
Blake had paid off her prom date to protect her? Rose wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Sure, she had been sixteen and not nearly as capable or confident as she was now, but it didn’t give him the right to swoop in like some kind of white knight and make decisions for her. But why had he even bothered in the first place? He’d never liked her, even as kids, so why would he care if she was dating some douchebag? The questions swirled around her brain until she wanted to scream. Had he just told her that to manipulate her? Confuse her? This was Blake’s problem all over – when push came to shove, he didn’t know how to share control.
What about in the bedroom?Okay, so maybe he was willing to give up a little control sometimes, but great sex could be found anywhere. Alright, maybe notanywhere,but it was nothing worth giving up your freedom to an overbearing prick for.
Who’s in control here, princess?Blake’s voice whispered to her.You or me?
Rose flopped back onto her bed with a groan, not sure where the direction of her thoughts left her in regards to David Blake.
