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I can’t have a security clearance. That just became perfectly clear. Need the codes to top secret intel? Just get Rose to spread those soft thighs, and I’ll be putty in her hands.
Offer me a glimpse of that sweet pussy, and I’ll give you anything you ask for.
“Yep. I’m fucked,” I sigh, knowing she’s too wasted to have any fucking idea what I’m talking about. She doesn’t even flinch at the sound of my voice. Her hazel eyes open slowly, and she looks up at me with a heartbreaking smile.
“Ho Ho Ho!” she says as if she's summoning Santa. “Have you come to give me a gift?” Her voice is seductive and her words suggestive. I’m stunned stupid for a moment, which apparently is a theme tonight.
“The gift of sleep in your new bed,” I say, voice tight.
“I don’t want to sleep there.” She frowns, looking away from me as her knees sway open and closed over and over.
“Why not? It’s brand new. No dirty adventures have been had on that mattress if that's what you’re worried about.”
“It’s not. No dirty adventures have been had on me, either…” She pauses as my mind struggles to follow exactly what her words mean. Is she a virgin? “I don’t want to dream,” she adds so softly I almost miss it.
“Want to sleep on the couch?” I offer, doing my fucking best not to offer up my own bed. I’m aware enough to realize what a bad fucking idea that is.
“Okay,” she agrees, and I’m part grateful, part disappointed.
“Let me go grab you some pants. And another shirt.” I jog up the stairs before she can protest.
She’s exactly where I left her when I return. I help her into my clothes, trying my fucking hardest not to check out her body before helping her to the couch. The moment her head hits the pillow, her eyes fall closed.
As soon as I cover her with a heavy blanket, I make a run for my room. She’s safe with all the men in this house, except maybe me… I need to put fifty feet of space between us and a fucking door.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I hiss in the quiet darkness of my bedroom.
I will control myself. Rose can never know how fucked up I am.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Never be the Same” by Camila Cabello
REN
She’s sunbathing. In a tiny pink bikini that covers very little skin. I’m reminded of being two months shy of turning eighteen with a seventeen-year-old Rose lying by her parents' pool.
That wasn’t the first time I’d seen her in a swimsuit, but it was the first time my seventeen-year-old self realized Holden wasn’t the only one with a problem.
Rose was pretty back then. We were just kids. But at twenty-two? She’s fucking stunning.
If she was any other girl, my dick wouldn’t even twitch. I haven’t touched a girl in the last few years. Haven’t even wanted to. But Rose has always been different.
When I was eighteen, I met Kelly. She was a good distraction. Helped keep my mind off my best friend's little sister while Nash and I chased Holden around, making sure he kept his fucking hands to himself.
Until my freshman year here. Mistakes were made. One fucking mistake, and Kelly…
I shake off thoughts of the girl I destroyed.
I haven’t touched another woman since that night, and Rose won’t be the one to tempt me into changing that. Fuck, she already is. But I will control myself.
I pull out my phone, messaging Sadie.
Ren: You still up for that stuff we talked about?
Sadie: Yes, please. I’ll bake you the best pie of your life. I’ll owe you!
Ren: You’ll be helping me as much as I’m helping you. Come to the party, then at eleven come grab me. Where everyone can see us walking up to my room.
