Rosalie Undone (Book Six)

by Elizabeth Kelly

  “I’m not an expert at this or anything,” she said as he reached into his pants and tugged his – oh sweet merciful heaven – very erect cock out. Hudson groaned when she licked her bottom lip.

  She gave him a nervous smile. “I’ll give it my all, but I just want you to know that I’ve only done this a few times before and, again, the guy had, like, an average size dick, so, I mean, I’m not sure that I can even get my mouth -”

  “Rosie.” Hudson’s big hand cupped the back of her neck and, mercifully, it made her stop her stupid babbling. “No more talking, honey.”

  His hand tugged, guiding her forward. “Suck.”

  She slid her mouth around the wide head of his cock and sucked a bit tentatively. He groaned, his hand tightening on the back of her neck, and she sucked harder.

  “Good girl,” he whispered. He gathered up her hair in a loose ponytail and cupped the back of her skull with his other hand. “Take more.”

  She did what he asked, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. She ran her tongue up and down his smooth, hard flesh before tracing the ridge. His low groans and the way he studied her as she sucked, made her pussy ache and her nipples harden. She pressed her thighs together and leaned forward, sucking hard and bobbing her head up and down his cock.

  She could feel wetness sliding down her inner thighs, and she was a little surprised at how much she was getting into this. She hadn’t expected that giving Hudson a blowjob would be a turn on, it certainly hadn’t done much for her in the past.

  But the way Hudson watched her every move, the way he held her hair and guided her head back and forth over his cock, and the words of praise he kept muttering, made her almost embarrassingly eager to please him.

  She wanted to be good at this. She wanted to make him lose control the way he made her lose control. She sucked harder and faster, gripping the base of his cock with one hand and stroking back and forth as she licked and sucked.

  “Good, baby. So good,” he groaned. His hand tightened in her hair, and she stared up at him as she sucked.

  “Good,” he repeated. More wetness dripped from her pussy and she gave him a pleading look. She wanted to please him, but she also wanted – needed – to be fucked.

  He pushed on the back of her skull, forcing her to take more, watching her lips spread wide around his length. The head of his cock touched the back of her throat and she moaned around him.

  He shuddered, his hand tightening in her hair before he tugged her off of his cock. He studied her red and swollen mouth before rasping, “Stand up.”

  She stood immediately, and when he patted his lap, she straddled him without hesitation. He lifted her dress around her waist, bunching it in one hand at her back and touched her wet pussy with the other hand.

  She made an eager cry, and he smiled at her before gripping the base of his dick. “Do you want this, little human?”

  “Yes,” she said. “So much.”

  Without waiting for his reply, she lowered her body and pressed her wet entrance against the head of his dick. The head slipped in easily, and they both groaned as she settled her body onto his lap, her tight pussy taking every inch of his cock.

  “Ohhh,” she breathed as she braced her hands on his shoulders. She could just touch the floor with her tiptoes and she bounced up and down, smiling when he groaned loudly and slipped his arm around her waist.

  “Hang on, sweet Rosie,” he growled.

  She had just enough time to wrap her arms around his neck before he was thrusting hard in and out of her wet pussy. She clung to him, moaning his name as he fucked her. When she slipped her hand between them, he made a low growl of approval.

  “That’s right. Rub your clit until you come on my dick.”

  His hot words set her nerve endings ablaze, and she rubbed frantically at her clit as he plunged in and out. She flung her head back and cried his name as she came, her body shaking with pleasure. His big hands tightened on her hips and he ground his pelvis against hers as a thick beard grew on his face. He came with a harsh roar and she rocked against him, her pussy milking his thick cock.

  She collapsed against his wide chest, listening to his harsh breath and the rapid beat of his heart as he thrust lightly into her body twice more. She settled on his thighs, liking how he made no effort to move her off of him as he softened inside of her.

  “Hey, Hudson?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I think you might be on to something with this dom/sub thing.”

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it, honey.” He kissed her temple.

  “Hmm,” she replied. “it’s really good with us. Isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” he answered. “It is, little Rosie.”

  * * *

  “Rosalie! Over here!”

  Rosalie, standing uncertainly just inside the entrance of Bud’s Bar, turned toward the sound of Maggie’s voice. Maggie was sitting in a booth near the bar and she waved at Rosalie.

  Rosalie walked toward her, smiling happily at her friend. She didn’t notice the way the shifters in her path stepped out of her way, didn’t notice the way they sniffed at her and then automatically turned to stare at Hudson behind the bar.

  She took off her jacket and set it on the seat before sliding into the booth. “Hi, Maggie.”

  “Hey, how are you?” Maggie replied.

  “I’m good.” Rosalie glanced at Hudson. He was staring at her, and she smiled and waved at him, secretly delighted when he returned her smile.

  “You look good,” Maggie was eyeing her critically, “you look…different.”

  “What do you mean?” Rosalie pulled self-consciously at her shirt.

  “I don’t know, just… different.” Maggie’s gaze fell to the bite at the base of her throat. “That bite mark still hasn’t healed?”

  “Oh,” Rosalie touched the bite, “no, this is, um, a new one.”

  Maggie grinned at her. “Hudson’s a biter, huh?”

  “No, not really. I mean, I don’t think he is. It’s just sometimes he…”

  “Sometimes he what?”

  “Nothing.” She suddenly realized how weird it would sound if she said Hudson gave her little bites if she didn’t agree that she belonged to him. “I’m sorry I’m a little late. Have you been waiting long?”

  “Nope. Just got here myself. My shift at the coffee shop ran late,” Maggie replied. “Thank God, it’s Friday and I have the weekend off. It’s been a crazy week. How was your day?”

  Rosalie glanced at Hudson again. He was pouring a beer, and she stared at the way his t-shirt hugged his abdomen before looking away. Somehow, telling Maggie she’d given Hudson a blowjob in the kitchen and then rode him like a pony, seemed crude.

  “Rosalie?” Maggie asked.

  “I gave Hudson a blowjob in the kitchen and then rode him like a pony.”

  Shit.

  Maggie laughed and held out her fist. “Nice.”

  She fist-bumped Maggie, her cheeks hot and a silly grin on her face. “Sorry, that was way too much information.”

  “I don’t mind,” Maggie said. “Hey, did you notice how all the shifters got out of your way in a hurry when you were walking through the bar?”

  Rosalie shook her head. “I… no, not really. Did they?”

  “Yep, like you had the plague or something.”

  “It’s because she smells like Hudson.” Porter slipped into the booth next to Maggie and kissed her. “Hello, darlin’. How was your day?”

  “Good. How was yours?”

  “Better, now that you’re here.” He winked at her, and Maggie laughed before taking his hand.

  “Always the charmer. So, the shifters are staying away from Rosalie because of Hudson?”

  Porter nodded. “Not many shifters are stupid enough to mess with a polar bear’s woman. Hudson will rip off their heads if they even touch her.”

  “No, he wouldn’t,” Rosalie said. “He’s not like that.”

  “Trust me. He is,” Porter said. “
All polar bear shifters are like that, even the females. Both males and females get real touchy about their mates being around other shifters.”

  “Rosalie isn’t Hudson’s mate. They’re just… dating.” Maggie glanced at Rosalie.

  Porter shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. His scent is strong on her, I can smell it all the way across the bar. Most shifters will believe she’s his mate. Anyway, I’m not going to interrupt your girl’s night out. I just wanted to say hi. I might be a bit late tonight, it’s been busy all night and I think it’s just gonna get busier.”

  “All right. Wake me when you get home,” Maggie said.

  “Will do, darlin’.” Porter gave her another kiss that lasted a little longer than the first. When he pulled away, Maggie was a bit flushed and she gave him a shy smile that made his grin widen.

  He stood and nodded to Rosalie. “Good to see you, Rosalie.”

  As he walked away, Maggie stared appreciatively at his ass before smiling at Rosalie “So, everyone in this bar thinks you’re Hudson’s mate. Does that bother you?”

  “No.” Rosalie tried to sound casual. “Hudson and I know the truth, so it’s fine. And he said his scent will fade once we stop having sex, so… it’s no big deal.”

  “Right.” Maggie smiled at Tori when the rabbit shifter placed menus on the table.

  “Hi, sexy ladies. What can I get you to drink?” She asked.

  “I’ll have a glass of wine, thank you, Tori,” Maggie said.

  “Me as well, please,” Rosalie replied.

  “Sure, hon. You guys gonna have something to eat? Maybe share an appetizer?”

  “We’ll share the spinach dip. Sound good, Rosalie?” Maggie asked.

  Rosalie nodded, and Tori moved on.

  “So, how’s the kinky sex going?” Maggie lowered her voice and leaned forward.

  “Good. We, um, that is, Hudson, tied me up and blindfolded me the other night. I liked it.”

  “That’s great. What else have you done?” Maggie asked.

  “Oh, um,” Rosalie cleared her throat, “well, I asked him to spank me, but he refused.”

  “He did?”

  “Yeah. He said he won’t do anything that will hurt me. Which, you’d be surprised at how many kinky sex ideas that eliminates.”

  “Yeah, I can imagine,” Maggie said. “But, it’s kind of sweet that he refuses to do anything that might hurt you.”

  “It is,” Rosalie said.

  “But not helpful for what you’re trying to accomplish. What else have you done kink wise?”

  Rosalie traced the bite mark on her throat. “We tried the dom/sub thing.”

  “Oh.” Maggie gave her a doubtful look. “Doesn’t that involve pain?”

  “That’s what I thought, but Hudson said it didn’t have to. He was the one who suggested it and once he said he wouldn’t, like, spank me or flog me or something for punishment, I agreed to try it.”

  “Did you like it?”

  Rosalie nodded. “Yes. Quite a bit actually. I mean it didn’t feel super kinky or anything, it was mostly just Hudson, um, asking me to say or do certain things and when I didn’t, his punishment was a little bite, and then having to give him the blowjob before he’d let me have an orgasm.”

  “Wait,” Maggie said. “So, you’re not into pain but,” she eyed the bite mark on Rosie’s throat, “he keeps biting you and you let him do that?”

  “It’s not that painful.”

  “He breaks the skin, it’s painful.”

  “Fine, it’s painful,” Rosalie said. “But the thing is, even before we deliberately tried the dom/sub thing, it was obvious that he likes to be in charge, you know? He does the biting thing when I won’t tell him that I belong to him.”

  She hesitated before blurting out the rest. “I deliberately don’t say it at first because I like it when he gets possessive and I like it when he bites me.”

  “Okay,” Maggie said.

  “Okay? That’s it?” Rosalie said.

  Maggie laughed. “What else do you want me to say?”

  “I… well, I don’t know.”

  “You found a kink you like, that’s a good start,” Maggie said. “What else have you tried?”

  “That’s it, really,” Rosalie said.

  Maggie blinked at her. “Oh. Well, do you think maybe with Hudson’s refusal to do certain things, that you should consider finding someone else to teach you some stuff?”

  “No,” Rosalie said quickly. “No, I’m sure we can find some other kinky stuff to do, we were, uh, just getting to know each other’s likes and dislikes first, you know?”

  “Sure. But you’ve only got a week until that party at the kink fest, right? And if you smell as strongly of Hudson as Porter says you do, then you should probably stop having sex with him by like, Monday or Tuesday. Otherwise, Lincoln will smell him on you and not go near you. So, that’s not a whole lot of time to -”

  “It’s fine,” Rosalie said. “We’ll probably amp up the kink this weekend.”

  “Here’s the thing,” Maggie said. “Maybe this isn’t any of my business, but I’ve been doing some Googling on lion shifters, and from what I can tell – a dom/sub kink isn’t really their thing. They seem to be into S&M a lot, but it doesn’t seem that many of them are interested in being a dom. So, while it’s great that you like it, Lincoln might not be willing to do that particular kink.”

  Tori returned with their drinks and gave them a quick smile before walking away. Rosalie sipped at her wine as awkward silence descended.

  “Rosalie, I -”

  “It’s me,” she said. “I’m the problem.”

  “What do you mean?” Maggie asked.

  “I don’t think I’m all that kinky,” Rosalie said. “I mean, I’m trying, but I’m not sure that I…”

  She sighed and sipped at her wine again. “We looked over a list of some kinky things to try, and I couldn’t find a single one that I was even interested in. I finally said public sex because I had to say something, you know? I’m glad Hudson refuses to do anything that might hurt me because I don’t even want to try it.”

  Maggie gave her a worried look. “It’s fine if you’re limited in what you like in kink, Rosalie, but if you want to be with Lincoln, then -”

  “I know,” Rosalie buried her face in her hands. “Believe me, I know.”

  “Do you even want to be with Lincoln anymore?” Maggie asked.

  “Of course, I do. I love him, I just…”

  “Just what?”

  “I don’t know,” Rosalie lifted her head and stared at Maggie. “Hudson is sweet and kind and really amazing in bed, like incredible in bed, but he’s made it clear that he’s only in this for the sex. Plus, I’m in love with Lincoln, right? And if I’m not, what kind of person does it make me to be so madly in love with someone and then just forget about them because someone else is in my bed?”

  “Rosalie -”

  “It makes me awful, that’s what it makes me,” Rosalie said.

  “You’re not awful,” Maggie said. “I think you’re not certain you’re in love with Lincoln and that’s not surprising. You were never more than friends with him, right? Sometimes what you think is love, just isn’t. You know?”

  “Maybe,” Rosalie said. “But I’m an idiot if I decide to try and have something with Hudson. The only reason he’s even sleeping with me is because he’s looking to get laid without commitment.”

  “Well, isn’t that why you picked Hudson? He’s basically like Lincoln and -”

  “They’re nothing alike,” Rosalie said. Even she could hear the irritation in her voice. She sighed. “Sorry. It’s just – Hudson isn’t anything like Lincoln. He’s sweet and funny, and he’s supportive and he… he’s just really great.”

  “So why are you going after Lincoln instead of Hudson?” Maggie asked. “Because, no offense, but the only things I’ve heard you say about Lincoln is that he’s super good looking and a flirt.”

  “I don’t know,” Rosalie g
roaned. “I feel like I don’t know anything anymore. Like, I was so sure that I was in love with Lincoln, and now I can’t stop thinking about Hudson. But I don’t know if it’s because I’m sleeping with him and he’s really good at sex, or if it’s because of something more or -”

  “Rosalie?”

  She glanced up to see her boss standing next to their table. Shit, had he heard what she said about sleeping with Hudson?

  Uh, Rosalie? Jace is a shifter, he can smell Hudson all over you.

  Her inner voice made a good point. She smiled at her boss. “Hey, Jace. How are you?”

  “Good. Just stopped in after work to grab a bite to eat.”

  Bria joined them and smiled at Rosalie. “Hey, Rosalie. Are you enjoying your vacation?”

  “I am, thanks,” Rosalie said.

  “Glad to hear it.” Bria turned to Jace. “I just did a quick tour of the place and all the booths and tables are full. How hungry are you? Do you want to wait for a table or just go somewhere else?”

  “You can sit with us.” Rosalie glanced at Maggie who nodded and slid over in her seat.

  “You don’t want to hang out with your boss on your vacation,” Jace said.

  Rosalie laughed and patted the seat next to her. “I don’t mind.”

  “All right.” He started to sit down, glancing at Bria when she took his arm.

  “I should probably sit beside her,” Bria said.

  Jace glanced over at the bar. Hudson was standing at the end of the bar closest to them. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a glass in the other but was completely ignoring the shifter sitting in front of him waiting for the drink. Instead, he was scowling at Jace, his big hand squeezing around the bottle.

  “He knows I’m with you,” Jace gave Bria a teasing grin, “and maybe I feel like living life on the edge tonight.”

  “Yeah, well I prefer you with all four limbs, and the way Hudson is looking at you, he’s gonna rip ‘em all off if you sit next to Rosalie,” Bria said. “Sit beside Maggie.”

  “Don’t be silly. Hudson won’t hurt you,” Rosalie said.

  “Oh really? Because he currently looks like he’s trying to kill me with his stare alone,” Jace said with a grin before sitting next to Maggie. “So, you’re dating Hudson now, huh?”