by Alla Kar
Her breaths are coming faster and when she pulls my shirt over my head she parts her lips. Those green eyes roll over my chest and down to the bulge pressing against the zipper of my jeans. I watch her watch me as I reach up and pull the cups of her bra down underneath her full tits. “Fuck,” I whisper. Her small pink nipples are hard and when I pinch the peaked tip between my fingers Roxy throws her head backwards and groans.
“Please …” she begs. But I don’t want to rush this. As badly as I want all of this, I have to make her remember this. I have to claim her. Mark her. Tame her.
I trail my hand down from her bra to her lower stomach, my touch a dance underneath the strap of her underwear. “I like this,” I whisper in a hoarse attempt.
Roxy grabs my hand and slides it lower to her pussy. Fuck me. My eyes lock with hers and I rub my finger over the outside of her underwear. I feel the moisture beneath the fabric. She begins to tremble when I push the cloth aside and slip my finger down her slit. So fucking wet.
I inhale and all I smell is Roxy. That football smell—sweat and grass—is no longer in my head. It’s her. That flowery scent that I could drown in. Unable to control myself, I rip her panties straight from her hips. I toss the remaining shards of her underwear to the floor. She watches with wild eyes as I push her thighs open wide and lower my mouth to her stomach.
With each inch she begins to tremble harder against me. And I find myself flying above myself. Watching her beautiful body being taken care of. Kissing the inside of her thigh, she latches onto my hair and squeezes. “God—please do it!”
With a smile, I bend my head to kiss her core. She cries out as I slip my tongue beneath her lips, lapping at her sweetness until she’s shivering. Reaching underneath her, I grip her ass and squeeze. She grinds her face against my mouth, pulling and tugging on my hair. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—please. Please, fuck me, Weston. God right now. I can’t take it. Please.”
I quickly sit up, grab her hips and pull her closer to me. I reach over to my nightstand and pull out a condom. I tear the wrapper with my teeth while staring down at her. Her chest rises and falls quickly. “As I told you before, I’m not into vanilla. But, I’m willing to go slow if you want me to.”
The only reason I ask is because Erica told me it’d been a while for her, but I sure wasn’t going to say that and lose credibility with her best-friend. She gives me a slow nod and grips the sheets beneath her. “Well, it’s been a while for me.” Her green eyes meet mine. “So, just at the beginning … if we could—ya know—go a little slow … I mean … if that’s--,”
Leaning over, I kiss her and put her out of her misery. “Until you get use to me,” I whisper. “And then I’m going to fuck you so hard that every step you make tomorrow you’ll think of me.”
“Okay,” she says breathlessly.
Reaching down, I grip the back of her neck. “You ready?” I ask, trailing my lips against her own. She nods and squirms underneath me. Guiding myself to her entrance, I slowly drag the tip of my cock against the lips of her sex, until she is dripping wet. I growl as I press into her entrance, slowly pushing inside of her. “Shit—goddamn—tight, fucking tight, baby.” I ease my way into her and she grips my hair and arches into me.
“Oh God,” she growls, bringing her hips upward to meet mine. I give her slow delicious strokes, filling her and then leaving her empty. She rocks against me, still squeezing the hell out of my shoulders and biceps. My self-control is wearing thin. As good—and fucking tight—as she is, I want more. I want that body to ache with pleasure. To mourn the loss of me when we’re finished. I lower my head and take one of those soft nipples in my mouth. “Weston,” she moans.
I knew hearing her say my name would be fucking amazing. But I had no idea it would be Heaven. I taste her lips one more time and rock deeply into her. “Say my fucking name again.”
“Weston,” she says louder. But this time she grabs each side of my head and gives me a nod. The nod.
She has no clue …
Grabbing her leg, I swing it over my body until she is on all fours in front of me. And if the view isn’t as good back here. Taking one hip in my hand, I gently guide into her. She whimpers at my size but starts to push back against me.
That’s all of the incentive that I need. I slam into her, making her scream my name at the top of her lungs. Both hands are clenching my sheets and tugging for dear life. I fill her up quickly—hardly—and then slam back in her again.
“What do you want?” I ask, my voice gravelly and deep.
She lets her head fall forward and she arches her back. “You know.”
I grip her hip harder, slamming into her with everything I have. “Tell me, Roxanne. Say it with that fuckin’ pretty mouth.”
“You. I want you to fuck me.”
Satisfaction rolls over me. Bending forward until I’m hovering over her back, I reach around and stroke her clit. She begins to shake. “Come for me, sweetheart. Show me how much you want it.”
Her head falls all the way forward as I pull her against me, filling her again and again until she’s convulsing around my dick. Those tight muscles constricting around me, her wetness running down her legs. Pleasure overwhelms me as I push through those tight walls and rub her raw of anything and everything.
When she comes down from her orgasm, I grab her hips and position her on top of me, so that she’s straddling me. A hooded gaze is staring back at me. A shyness I’ve never seen about her. Pushing her down on me, she makes a hissing sound through her teeth. “God,” she whimpers right before I slam her down on my dick. Filling her completely and irrevocably.
Lacing my fingers in the back of her hair, I take a nipple in my mouth. I suck her and slam into her as hard as I can. Each fingernail scratch on my back is well earned. Tearing at her nipples with my teeth she begins to shake again. Her hands on my shoulders tighten and she makes the most amazing cry I’ve ever heard in my life.
She rests her head on my shoulder and I know she’s had enough. She’s dripping sweat and quivering against me. “Feel good, Roxanne?”
She moans. “Yes, God, yes.”
Slowly I pull her off of me and place her on her back. Those green eyes lock with mine as I push into her again. The slickness is overwhelming. I slide my hands down to her knees and spread her wide. “Hold on tight, sweetheart.”
I slam into her and she screams again, coming instantly. Then I dig into her, finding my release, searching for it. Her hips move in rhythm with mine, her tits bouncing with each thrust of my cock. Then I’m spilling out inside of her. I pump and groan as everything spills from me into her.
I drop down on top of her, kissing her lips, her neck and down to her tits. “God you feel so good,” I whisper.
She giggles, a sound I never expected from her. Those green eyes are smiling through a hooded gaze. Trailing my finger down her stomach, I pull out and discard the condom in my waste basket beside my bed. Lying down beside her, I pull her naked ass against me and rub my fingers down the curve in her side.
We don’t speak for a long time. I trace over her skin while she plays with the ring on my right hand. “Weston?”
“Hmm?”
She turns toward me. She gently trails her fingertip against the scruff of my jaw. “I’m glad you don’t like vanilla.”
A loud laugh erupts from my throat. God—she’ll never know how amazing it is to hear her say that. Her eyes light up her entire face, without her even cracking a smile. She felt even better than I had imagined. And I have imagined it plenty of times. Resting my lips against hers, I whisper into her mouth, “Good because there is plenty more where that came from.”
***
The gentle smell of flowers fills all of my senses. It’s wrapped all around me and I’m diving into it. A soft groan stirs me awake and I realize what that flowery smell is, Roxanne. Her ass is pressed against my morning wood, and her arm is hanging limping off of my bed. My bed. My bed in the morning. Girls never sleep over at my place. The
y haven’t since I was in high-school. I don’t do sleepovers but with her it doesn’t matter.
A soft groan leaves her lips as she sits straight up. A sheet of her dark brown hair falls to her bare shoulder. She has a sleepy look in her eyes that makes my heart skip a fucking beat. I’m turning into a girl. Those green eyes turn to me and hold. A blush blossoms over her cheeks.
“For someone so feisty you blush a lot.”
She turns toward me and narrows her eyes at the same time the sheet against her chest falls to her waist. My mouth dries at the sight of her. Even though I had so much of her last night. My thirst hasn’t even begun to be quenched. I need more of her.
She fumbles for the sheet but I push her against my mattress before she gets a chance. Her hair spans across my pillow and it looks—feels—like silk in my hands. “Are you okay?” I whisper.
A smile forms from the corner of her mouth. “Sore but otherwise I’m fine.”
“You know what they say about sore muscles, don’t you?”
She lifts en eyebrow. “What is that?”
“You got to use it to get the soreness out,” I whisper, nipping underneath her jaw. A giggle seeps from her lips and my dick throbs. The walls that were surrounding hear heart have crumbled. The nervousness, the anxiety, the pushing me away only to pull me in again is gone. It feels better than the chase. “Two weeks ago if you told me I’d be in bed with you the morning after, I would have laughed in your face.”
She laughs and that snort I heard in the café comes out. It’s amazingly sexy. “Well, I would have thrown ice water on anyone that said that.”
I bark out a laugh. “Yeah, you owe me for that,” I whisper against her neck.
Her slender fingers reach below and grab a hold of my dick through my underwear. “I’m sure I can think of a way to repay you.”
Damn, I felt that one in my toes. “We have all the time—,”
“Time,” she says, pushing me to a sitting position. “What time is it?”
I reach behind her and look at my phone sitting on the nightstand. “It’s eight forty-five—,”
“Shit,” she hisses through her teeth. She tosses the covers off of us, and starts roaming around the room for her clothing, naked. Since I’ve never had a girl sleep over with me, it’s amazing to watch them the next morning. I’m seeing a side of her that I never dreamed I’d see or want to see. She bends to slip on each pantyhose and then reaches down to get her clothes, giving me a view of what I had last night. She better be glad she’s running late because seeing her only makes it worse.
“I’ve got to get goin’. Martha is dropping Maddox off in forty-five minutes and I have to get him to daycare by ten.” She holds herself up with the wall as she slips on each heel. When she turns to look at me I’m still lying on my bed.
“Is there a reason you’re not gettin’ ready?” she asks, one hand on her hip.
I sigh and stand completely up. Her cheeks redden as I slide into my boxers and then my jeans. “Well, I was enjoying the view ...” I trail off before slipping a T-shirt over my head. “It seems she’s all covered up for the day.”
I give her my best sexy smile and reach over to slide my finger against her jaw. “I meant to ask you,” I whisper. “Where is Maddox’s father?”
A pained look crosses her face and she briefly shuts her eyes. “Well … I thought he was in Texas where I’m from.”
She thought? “What do you mean, you thought?”
A worry line creases between her brows. “I received a call from him the other week and then he broke into my apartment and left me a note. But I haven’t heard from him since then.”
What the—what the fuck? “He broke into your fuckin’ house? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Well,” she keeps her smile at bay, “we weren’t exactly in a friendly state at the time. Plus, it’s not your problem. I ran from him instead of dealing with my demons and now he could—possibly—bring those problems here. I’ll deal with it.”
I search her face as she tries to hide the worry. “What kind of problems would he bring to you? Did he hit you?” God—that makes me angrier than I ever thought it would.
She shakes her head fiercely. “No, can we—maybe just talk about it later?”
Oh, you fucking bet we are. “Yea,” I say, grabbing her upper arm and bringing her closer to me. “Don’t think twice before telling me next time. Because even in that non-friendly state I wanted you.”
She lifts herself higher on her tip-toes. “It was no secret,” she whispers before stepping out of my grasp. “Now come the hell on. I have places to be.”
***
Roxy doesn’t budge when we pull into her apartment complex. “For a girl in a rush you sure aren’t moving,” I say, before turning the truck off.
She doesn’t blink. Her green eyes stare straight ahead, so I follow her gaze. A guy is standing in front of her duplex door. The dark baseball cap he’s wearing is covering most of his face but if I had to guess I’d say it was the guy that broke into her apartment. Her ex-boyfriend. “It that him?” I ask.
Roxanne nods slowly. “Yea, um, thanks for the ride,” she says before reaching toward the door handle. I reach across her and close her door before she can get out.
“What are you doin’?”
She stares at me. “Getting out. I have to go get Maddox.”
“The hell you’re not,” I blurt out. “Didn’t you just tell me you moved to get away from this guy and now you’re going to go face him alone?” I snort. “You’re not getting out.”
She narrows her gaze at me. “Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Watch me.”
“Try it.”
She turns as quickly as she can and tries to fling herself out of the cab of my truck but I grab her waist and pull her back in until her back is resting against my chest. “Now, you were leaving your hardheadedness behind us, I thought.”
She snorts. “That’s what you get for assuming.”
I hold back my laugh and turn her to face me. With her giving me a death glare I go into the danger zone and run my lips against hers. “How about we go together?”
Her eyes widen. “No.”
Okay— “Let me fuckin’ rephrase that,” I mumble against her. “We are going to go together.”
She locks her jaw but doesn’t try to move.
“Good girl,” I whisper. Grabbing my keys, I step out of the truck and walk toward her apartment. The guy is average looking. Jeans. T-shirt. Boots. It isn’t until he looks up that I see his face. Dark hollow circles swoop beneath each of his eyes. His cheeks bones are hollow. I’d know that look anywhere. He’s a fucking drug addict. Goddammit. I can only imagine the problems he would bring to Roxy.
“What do you want,” I blurt out before Roxy can come to a standstill beside me.
The bastard glances up at me and I see the kid’s face in his. There is no denying him.
“I think he asked you a fuckin’ question,” Roxy says, all the ice from before is lacing her voice.
He clears his throat and closes his eyes. “Where is Maddox?”
“Why in the fuck do you care?” She tosses her hands up and slaps them back against her thighs. “You haven’t cared for the past two years! You didn’t give a damn that we left. Why now? You in some trouble again?” She furrows her brow. “Are you in some goddamn trouble again? And you think you can come and fuck up his life even more than you already have?” Tears streak down her face. She’s shaking with anger.
“Please—Rox—just give me a chance to see him!”
Rox. I’m not the jealous type—so I thought—because I’ve never had anything worth being jealous over. My one-night stands are just that … for one night. But something inside of me ignites when I hear him call her Rox. In other words, I already hate this fucking bastard.
She is shaking her head back and forth when he starts to fucking yell at her. Is this guy fucking nuts? Grabbing his T-shirt, I shove
him against her door, his shirt fisted into my hand. “You fucking yell at her like that again and I’ll beat your goddamn brains out. Do you fuckin’ hear me?”
His glossy eyes are glazed over. He’s definitely fucking high and that makes me want him away from her even more. He snarls his teeth like a cat and wildly tries to get away from me. Jesus, help me not kill him. Jerking him away from the door, I push him toward his truck. “Get in that damn truck and don’t you come back over here. You’ll fucking regret it.”
Grabbing his hat he tugs on the rim and begins to rock back and forth. But he finally climbs into his truck and burns rubber out of the duplex.
Roxy’s disheveled hair is stuck to her cheeks from tears. Stepping forward, I pull her into me. Her sweet scent makes me hold her tighter. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
She shakes her head into my chest, takes a deep breath and then takes a step backwards. The look of fear on her face disappears and the guarded expression is now back.
“I’m fine. I—I just need to go pick up Maddox.”
I offer her my hand. “I’ll drive you.”
She doesn’t protest. But right now I understand why she’s this way. And it makes me want to make sure those walls never have to come up again.
Chapter Ten
Roxy
He was standing right in front of me. His tail tucked tightly between his legs like a fucking coward. High as a kite and fucking ready to beg to see my son. After everything. After all of the pain he put us through, he shows up like nothing ever happened. Like he didn’t rip my heart out and stomp on it.
My thoughts trail off as I make my way to the second story of the library. The McDonalds I have stuffed in my bag crinkles with each step. I doubt the librarian will come to the second floor and search for rule-breakers. Walking down the middle aisle of rows, I turn down the last row. Erica is sitting in the Z section in the middle of the floor. Her books are sprawled out in front of her and her drink hiding behind her.
“God, it’s about time! I’m freaking starving, Rox!” she says.
