Dragging my fingers over her skin, I smear the wetness of her arousal over her ass then grip her soft flesh tightly in my hands, watching the dents in her skin as I nestle my cock between her ass cheeks. It doesn’t feel as good as her pussy would, but it’s enough.
I fuck her wildly, without abandon, digging my hands in so hard I think I might leave blunt nail marks.
I desperately want to be inside her. I want it, but there’s a thin thread of control keeping me from doing anything more. So I hold back, rutting against the curve of her ass.
My cock slides against Rose’s skin as she shudders, her orgasm still racking through her. I press her hard into the bed, squeezing her cheeks around my shaft and imagining I’m inside her.
I want to fuck her endlessly, all day, discovering all the noises she can make. I want to fuck her mouth, hear her choke on my cock when I hit the back of her throat. I want to see her lips spread obscenely around me. I want to see her red and breathless.
I want to slide my cock between her tits. I want her to push them together for me, watch me come on her pretty face. I’d fuck her mouth again after that, do it until I’m hard again, then come in her mouth. I would turn her around and fuck her from behind then, hard and fast, pinning her hands so she couldn’t do anything but feel me.
Maybe I’d fuck her ass too. I’d spread her legs and get her face down, cheek to a pillow. Maybe I’d do it in front of a mirror so she could see.
I want to make her cry with pleasure.
I want her to know without any doubt who she belongs to, who can make her feel like no one else.
All of those thoughts are a wild torrent in my mind as I pump my cock harder against the swell of Rose’s ass cheeks until I come. My release spatters across her exposed back and the sleep shirt she’s wearing, thick ropes spilling over her.
The room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing, thready and thin from coming so hard. I can’t hold myself up, don’t want to. I let myself collapse over her body, my lips against the skin of her neck as I breathe in the smell of her shampoo and soap.
For a moment, both of us are relaxed, our heartbeats thudding in what feels like a single rhythm.
Then Rose stiffens suddenly. I feel her start to move, trying to get out from under me, and it breaks the spell that overtook me for a moment.
I shove myself up and away, my jaw clenched as I realize what I’ve done. I can’t stop looking at Rose, the way her skin is flushed, ass red. She looks gorgeous with my cum on her back, but the sight only makes my teeth grind together even harder.
I get off the bed, my voice gruff as I tell her, “You can use the shower in this room.”
I leave before she can reply, needing to get away before I do something stupid. Stalking down the hall, I make my way to the guest room and slip into a shower in the attached bathroom, turning up the water and scrubbing angrily at myself.
The unsettled anger hasn’t abated by the time I get out of the shower. Rose is still in the bathroom when I go back to the bedroom we share, and I’m glad I don’t have to see her again. I dress quickly and leave, shutting the door hard so she knows I’m gone.
My hands are tight on the wheel as I drive to the club, and I have to force myself to calm down as I pull up outside and walk into the back.
Lachlan, Connor, and Finn are all in the office when I arrive. Lachlan glances at me briefly but doesn’t seem to notice my agitation–or at least, he doesn’t comment on it.
Unfortunately, Finn notices too, and he doesn’t cut me the same slack.
“You all right, Aiden?” he asks, cocking his head.
I nod. “Yeah. Fine.”
“How’s shit with Rose?” Connor probes.
“Fine,” I repeat. “She’s not going to be a problem.”
It’s the truth. She won’t be a problem, but I might, if I can’t find a way to get a handle on my emotions when I’m around her.
“So, we’re still on track,” Finn says.
“Yeah. Of course.”
I can handle this bullshit. It’s my responsibility. It’s my issue to deal with. All I need to do is marry her, and I will. For the family.
Lachlan takes a sip of something. I don’t think it’s alcohol. Even the thought of liquor makes me sick. I’m still hungover, my head still pounding. I want to be anywhere else, recovering from last night.
Recovering from this morning.
