His Rose: Liberty Pirates MC

by Brogan Riley

Her cheeks tinge with bright redness. “It’s yours, right?”

  “Yes, mine. I bought it three months ago and I’m paying an old woman to maintain it for me.”

  I wanted a nice place for a family vacation. It’s perfect for me, for Rose. For us.

  For our kids in the future.

  Why the fuck not?

  She’s interested in me. Maybe she could even learn to love me. We could learn to be both lovers and friends.

  I put the fork on the table. Our glances collide, and her eyes widen. I move the table aside. I crawl towards Rose, grip the back of her neck with my hand and kiss her. She chuckles into my mouth.

  She wants the same as me, doesn’t she?

  “Rose, let’s go out for a walk, let’s swim in the lake.”

  I want to have fun with her.

  I want to fuck her senseless and then brand her as mine.

  “You’re serious, aren’t you, Seke?” She sinks her fingers into my hair and combs through it.

  I’ve never allowed my bitches to do that. I’ve always fucked them with my hair tied in a man bun. But Rose?

  Rose can do whatever she wants to do. My hair belongs to her in the same way that hers belongs to me. I pull at her band and free her red tendrils.

  “I’m very very serious about you, Rose.”

  “Since when?”

  I don’t know. I’ve always had a soft spot for her. Guilt? Maybe.

  Maybe it was destiny.

  “Does it matter, Rose?”

  “Maybe. Maybe not.”

  I kiss her lips. “What about that walk, baby girl?”

  “I want to swim in the lake,” she says boldly.

  Rose

  There’s hair everywhere—his, mine, a black and red plait of hair, a fan of hair. Our wisps are mingling, touching, merging. His smell layers me and invades me like a cloud of sweet euphoria. But his kisses? God, I could kill for his kisses.

  “Rose?”

  I’m lying on my back and he’s on top of me. I don’t want him to stop. The floor is not comfortable, but that’s nothing. I could lie on needles if only he kept kissing me like this.

  A thought flashes through my head. Tara brought me to the doctor half a year ago so that I could get my birth control. I haven’t started it yet. I didn’t need it until now. The pills are in the drawer of my desk in my bedroom.

  “Rose, where are you?”

  “Here.”

  “Really?”

  I squirm beneath him. “I’m going first. You can go five minutes after me, okay?”

  “No way.”

  My wide eyes seek his, but he’s not going to explain anything. With his face buried in my neck, he unzips my hoody and tries to tear it off me. I wiggle out of it and he pulls at my t-shirt. So fast. My heart hammers in my chest.

  So serious.

  I should tell him.

  His mouth covers mine. I melt, dissolve, and turn into liquid gold. My mouth is getting fucked. My brain has just evaporated.

  No talking. Only kissing and touching.

  I’m an elemental need that seeks unison, nothing more.

  Chapter 8

  Seke

  My fucking phone rings. I ignore it, but it keeps ringing. I roll off Rose, rise to my feet in one motion, and grab it from the kitchen worktop. I flick my eyes over the screen and answer the call. It’s Tara.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” my sister hisses like a cobra. “I come back from my date and have to tear drunken Lucas off some even more drunken blonde trash, then I learn you’re having a honeymoon with my Rose. I’ll fucking kill you, Seke, I swear.”

  “Tara, calm down.” I walk out of the house and then carry on along the path descending to the lake. Coldness pricks my skin like icy needles. The air has a harsh, primeval quality, and every inhalation is like touching the soul of the mountains. “Rose and I are having a lot of fun. She’s happy.”

  “I bet you’re having fun. She’s only eighteen. I’ll fucking… I have no words, Ezra. How dare you?”

  “Calm down. How’s Lucas?”

  “Safe from that skunk. I told her she was never to cross my path again.” She draws in a dangerously sharp breath. “But Rose? How dare you? Seke, for suck’s sake. I never said a word, but this… this is just…”

  “Why are you so fucking mad at me? Always so mad. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “You’re fucking my Rose. I hugged her and wiped her tears and helped her study, and you… you’re fucking her.”

  “It’s none of your business, Tara.”

  “You are.” She sucks in a breath. “She’s not some fucking replacement, Seke. She’s not Martha.”

  My sister has never said so many swear words in such a short time. I guess, it’s stabbing her so much she wants to claw my eyes out.

  “I don’t want her to be Martha.” My boots touch the shore and the pebbles scrunch under my feet.

  “Like hell.”

  I growl as rage rises to my throat. “It’s never been about Martha. I fucking know that now. It’s always been about Rose. Only Rose. She’s mine. Has always been mine. Mine. My nicte, my iara.” My flower. My lady.

  There’s crispy silence until Tara’s sharp breath breaks it. “You… like love her or something?”

  “I love Rose more than anything.”

  Tara stops breathing as the silence rings between us, and then she squeals, but it sounds like a squeal of joy. “You never loved any woman, Seke. Not even Martha. I knew she wasn’t for you, but I said nothing. Fuck. You never loved and now…”

  “What about you and mom, huh?”

  “It’s different.” She chuckles and squeals again. “I’ve been watching you. You’re mad about her from the moment she became a young woman.”

  “I am.”

  “And very possessive.” She sounds amused.

  “Nothing wrong with that.”

  “You want to brand her?”

  “As soon as possible.”

  “Fuck me.”

  “You’d better tell me something about your date.”

  “It was very uneventful. I mean he’s very respectful, tactful, and sweet. Very sweet. We talked and talked and talked. Then we walked and walked and walked along the beach until the sunrise.”

  “I like the guy.”

  “He’s a cop, Seke.”

  A cold silence hangs between us.

  I draw in a deep breath. “Okay, I hate him. I’m gonna break his arm.”

  “He’s sniffing around us.”

  “So, good job, sister.”

  “Ah, you are so… ungrateful.”

  “No, I mean, good that you’ve found out. Thank you, sis. You did a really good job.”

  “Ah okay. Anyway, Nikusha is watching him.” She sighs. “He’s handsome and nice. And sweet. I mean his interest in me seems genuine and he looked kind of conflicted and torn. He’s young, only twenty-six years old.”

  “Make him propose to you and that will sort out the problem.”

  “You think?”

  “Seriously, you can date a cop, Tara. Nothing wrong with that. It’s just that you can never be honest with them.”

  She sighs. “I know. Maybe next time.”

  It happens sometimes. Cops sniff around us but always find nothing. Nikusha knows what to do. Tara knows what to do. Our papers are always spotless, thanks to Lucas even more spotless as time goes by.

  I’m not concerned. That cop will dig around the compound for a month or two and he’ll give up like all the others before him.

  Rose and Lucas learned very fast to keep quiet when a cop visits the zoo. I remember their serious faces when I had a chat with them. They were so scared to lose the animals they just bobbed their heads at me.

  I remember their first encounter with a cop. They behaved like two tough little liars. I was fucking proud of them.

  A soft, warm form clings to my back. Rose’s hand rests against my abs as her lips brush against my shoulder blade. My muscles shiver from desire. M
y stiff cock replaces my brain.

  “I’ll talk to you soon, Tara,” I say.

  “You’re busy, aren’t you?” Tara says with amusement.

  Rose shivers against me so I reach back with my hand and pull her to my chest, wrapping my arm around her. She’s only in her underwear.

  “Love you,” I say.

  “Love you too,” Tara says. “Tell Rose I love her.”

  “I will.” I disconnect and shove the phone into the pocket of my jeans. “Tara loves you.”

  “Why did you argue?”

  “Tara thought I was gonna take advantage of you.”

  “She’s my mommy and that’s her job to say such things,” she says with humour but cringes into herself.

  “Rose, look at me.” I grip the back of her neck with my hand and tip her face up to mine. “This is serious, I told you.”

  She nods but averts her eyes. I don’t know what to do, so I just kiss her. Devour the plump temptation of her lips. She’s my addiction.

  “Are we going to swim or not?” I ask as I brace her waist with my hands.

  I lock my elbows and slide my eyes up and down her frame. She looks like a goddess with her gorgeous curves and slender waist, wrapped up in the early evening sunlight.

  Rose covers her face with her hands. “Don’t do that.”

  “Why?”

  “You know why.”

  I don’t know why. I want to look at her all the fucking time.

  I want her to shake off her bra and shorts. I want to see all of her.

  I lean towards her and encircle her with my arms, trying to unhook her bra, but the fucking thing doesn’t want to come off.

  “I thought you had more experience with bras,” Rose says.

  “I have no experience with bras as you can see.”

  “Your whores didn’t wear them?”

  “I can’t remember.” It comes out in a dry bark. Why does she keep asking? I have a past, but that doesn’t matter. Never mattered. Their faces are a blur; their names are a mist on the edge of my mind. Only Rose matters to me. My hands collapse. “Rose, what do you want to hear from me?”

  Rose

  I don’t know.

  I want to rewrite my life and meet him when he was my age. I hate all the women before me. I hate my youth and inexperience.

  “Rose?”

  He is so patient and I’m childish.

  “Are you fed up with me, Seke?”

  “What? Why would I?”

  “I can’t do a single thing properly.”

  “You got the best grades in your school. You’ve just been accepted to the best university in the country. You’re more intelligent than me, the most intelligent person I’ve ever met.”

  I watch his beautiful face and see sheer admiration in his fierce eyes. He thinks I’m intelligent, worthy of his interest and respect. My glance sweeps over his chest and I drink in the perfection of his muscles. God, he is so hot. I want to merge with him.

  I shake off my bra as I cling to him and wrap my arms around his neck. He emits a low growl that causes my core to heat up.

  “Do we even have to swim?” I ask. “It’s cold. So cold.” My last words come out on a chuckle.

  “It’ll be fun.”

  “It’s cold, Seke.”

  “I want you to be cold.”

  “Why?”

  “You’ll beg for me to warm you up.”

  Jeez, I lose the ground beneath my feet each time he treats me like a grown woman. I will never learn that stuff. Women my age can be sexy and mature, but I can’t.

  “Rose, where are you?”

  “I…”

  “We can go back to the house.”

  “No, I want to swim with you, have fun with you. Be a woman to you, you know.”

  Seke

  I realise I’m an idiot.

  She doesn’t know life and that’s all my doing. I keep pushing and pushing and she just keeps getting lost.

  I kept separating her from life until she turned eighteen. I kept telling myself it was for her own good, but the truth is that she was like a nail of guilt reminding me that I killed an innocent woman. That I killed her mother.

  We should go back to the house and talk. Talk about us, about Martha, about life in general.

  Her plump wet lips touch mine and I don’t know anything. My rationality evaporates without a trace and I can focus only on her full breasts and erect nipples. On her round ass. On her beautiful hair.

  She wants me, and I want her so badly.

  I pull her into my arms and we almost lose balance. Rose giggles and clings to me like her life depends on it.

  A slimy sense of guilt surges through me. I’m a bad man. I’m happy she doesn’t know life or men. She’s only for me. Was born for me. It’s like a dogma in my head.

  I squeeze that round ass of hers with my hands. It’s mine as are her tits, hair and lips. Mine. With our mouths connected, we move towards the shore. My fingers slip under her shorts. I absorb the flawless perfection of her skin and the firmness of her globes.

  Rose

  “You are beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing my neck.

  He’s touching my ass. Nobody has ever touched me like this. Only him. It’s all for him.

  I run my fingers down his back, tasting the hardness of his muscles and then slide my hands under his jeans. God, his butt is so perfect. All muscle.

  A sigh escapes my mouth as he pulls my shorts down. Jeez, this is getting so serious. I feel like a violent hand of a hurricane is sweeping me off the ground. My mind spins out of control. I’m all hotness, all need of taking and giving. All shame and shamelessness.

  I want to touch him. Not just touch him. I want to learn him intimately.

  My trembling fingers search for the zip in his jeans and I pull it down. His cock springs free, long and thick. Rock-hard.

  It’s all for me. My eyes rise to Seke’s. The burning raw lust in his gaze makes my pussy clench and leak.

  My shorts wrap around my ankles and I step out of them. I’m as clumsy as an amoeba. Thank God, Seke is bracing my waist.

  His eyes are so violently hungry.

  My God, I never imagined male lust to be so elemental, animal-like. So arousing.

  He presses his lips against mine and demands absolute obedience. So, I obey. He takes possession of my mouth, kissing me hard, almost brutally. Forcing gasps from my throat. His tongue explores and fucks.

  The kiss breaks. Our gazes collide.

  His eyes slide down to my breasts as they grope and devour. His fingers twist my nipples, twist harder. He grunts.

  No, he is not a romantic type.

  He will take without asking, but that’s what I crave.

  I want to surrender to him, indulge myself in his roughness and dominance.

  Chapter 9

  Seke

  I have that perfect body of hers plastered to me. It’s merging with me and exuding the depths of trust.

  I will give her anything she’ll ask for. I will worship her, carry her in my arms, and love her with my whole heart.

  I move my hands up, sliding my thumbs under her breasts. They’re so deliciously heavy, the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen. All mine.

  I circle her erect nipples with my thumbs, forcing a gasp from her sweet mouth. Her pupils dilate, a pink tinge of desire painting her cheeks, but she’s cold. Goosebumps spread across her skin as her muscles tense up and shiver.

  She pulls back and I want to growl out my disappointment. I need her close, pressed into me, beneath me. I need inside her.

  Rose turns around and steps into the water. Her mouth emits a startled squeal, but her round ass is all that I can focus on. I forget she’s only eighteen.

  I want her on all fours. I want those perfect globes of hers to shine red from light spanking and I want them sweaty from my deep, hard thrusts. I want to see my cock sliding in and out of her pussy and her asshole. And fuck me, I want my whole stiff length in her mouth.

  Wi
th her arms raised and elbows locked, she advances into the lake, step by step, gasping, giggling, making a wild animal out of me.

  I shake off my jeans and boxers, and follow her like a hungry predator. I want to devour her, and I will.

  Rose

  I can’t breathe. The coldness of the lake’s water jabs me with a thousand needles. The slimy vegetation layering the bottom makes me wince in disgust, but the smoothness of pebbles feels pleasant under my soles. The coldness is suffocating though, is burning across my skin. My muscles stiffen and then shiver until his tall frame envelops my back. I slump into Seke’s arms, with an overwhelming sense of trust. My back moulds to his chest. He’s all warmth and strength, like an unbreakable citadel. He’s all muscle. He’s my hot forgetfulness.

  “It’s cold,” I stutter.

  “I’m warm, Rose.” His hands hold my breasts like he’s weighing them.

  I wear cup D. Does he like such big breasts? Does he like my big ass?

  His muscular arms encircle me, squeeze the air out of my lungs, and strip me of rationality. I want to spend eternity in his embrace.

  Seke turns me round. “Your lips are getting purple,” he says with humour.

  “The water is freezing cold indeed.”

  His lips slam on mine. Electricity surges through me. I don’t know whether I’m cold or hot. Whether his kiss stings or causes my lips to meld into his. I’m so aware of basic sensations—the decadent pain from my nipples being twisted by his callused fingers, the liberating hotness of his breath on my neck, the dizzying connection of our bodies.

  My lips sting and swell and yearn for his. My cheeks burn from his facial hair.

  Seke glides his thumb over my lower lip. “Much better,” he rasps.

  His hands brace my waist, and he lifts me up. The water splashes around us as I jerk my arms up and wrap them around his neck. My thighs encircle his waist.

  I feel fragile in his embrace. He’s a tall man and even my fat form is small compared to his.

  He spins, causing my mind to whirl, and then moves back, turns around, and strides over to the shore. The clouds of drizzle created by our clenched bodies tearing through the water rise around us like clouds of sparkly magic.

  Seke carries me over to the house, picking up his jeans on our way, and it feels like we’re the only people on earth. We enter our shelter and Seke lays me in front of the fireplace, lays me on the carpet like we’re a couple from a romantic movie. I lean against my elbows as he throws a blanket over my back and adds twigs into the fire. They crackle as the flames flicker and the heat emitted from them licks my face. The yellow light slides over Seke’s body, making him turn into an ancient warrior. I avert my eyes and drop my head.