“Are you trying to tell me something, Rosy?” This little act was arousing as fuck and that isn’t where he was trying to go or all that he wanted. He wanted to find out what was going on with her. Even learning about her present may help him get into her past. She didn’t answer his question with words but moved her hands down to unbutton his jeans and lower his zipper. “This is you telling me who you are now?”
“Shhhh,” she said taking his cock that was embarrassingly hard out of his pants. “Haven’t you ever just wanted to feel good. Not think about all the other cares you have, all the things you’ve done—”
“Lose yourself in pleasure…is that what your night out on the town was?” He tried to look at her for validity of his statement but she slid her hand down his shaft, opened her hand and then captured his balls. He looked down at his cock and balls held tight in her hand. Her dainty hand with her hot pink nails belied the strength in her grip and fuck did it feel good.
“I asked you a question first,” she whispered.
He struggled to remember what the question was. Red had several sexual partners in his life but from the moment he laid his eyes on her at the dingy bar that was across the street from the hospital he felt an electric zing that he’d not experienced before. The sex was amazing but that’s not all it was. She felt like a lost soul and boy did he know a lot about that, but she’d disappeared before he could get into it.
“Yes. There have been times I just wanted to feel good. Sink my cock into something hot and wet and pump until I feel the clenching of my partners orgasm.” He didn’t know if he was bating her or testing her but she didn’t stop stroking him while he spoke.
“That’s what I want.”
The longing in her voice made it impossible not to pump his hips to get more friction. It was hard to think with her stroking him in the front and rubbing her body against his back. He turned toward the hand that was stroking him so she didn’t lose contact although she had to change her grip and he lay his hand against hers stopping her movement.
“Spell it out. Tell me exactly what you want.”
She reached up and put the hand that wasn’t holding his cock against his face and stretched up to kiss him. He allowed her to kiss him for a bit before he became more actively involved. He tasted her lips and moved down to her neck before moving back.
“I want to help you get what you want but I have to know what it is.”
Rosy looked like she didn’t really want to talk about it but this woman was so complicated and he liked clarity.
“I don’t want to talk. You came over here because you feel sorry for me. I’ve seen it in your eyes every time you look at me since you’ve been in town.” She gripped him tighter. “I don’t want you to feel sorry for me.”
Red didn’t realized that she’d even looked at him the whole time he’d been in town. For a minute he thought maybe the woman he was with just looked like her. That’s how well she acted like she’d never met him. He put his hands at the bottom of her shirt and stared into her eyes. Rosy didn’t want him to feel sorry for her and he wouldn’t. He’d give her the next emotion she brought out in him. Red lifted her shirt and she let go of the handle she’d made of his cock long enough to raise her hands as he removed it.
She lowered the cups of her bra and released her dusky pink tipped breasts for him to see. He cupped both of her breasts and she stood up on the tips of her toes to kiss him. Rosy kept her eyes on him and it made him groan. Groping wild sex that made you feel like you were on a roller coaster, escalating fast and plunging into pleasure even faster was amazing, but this eye to eye contact was something different.
He hiked up her long skirt so it bunched around her hips and dipped his hand into her panties. Finding her slippery and ready was making his already hard cock throb to be inside her. Red dipped one finger and then two into her warm pussy and almost smiled as he felt her trying to accommodate his touch. “I like you hungry, Rosy.”
She whimpered and squirmed against his fingers but there was no way he wanted her to squeeze anything but his cock when she came. Her eyes were fluttering every once in a while so he knew she was close. Backing her up against the wall he picked her up and fit himself between her legs so his cock was snug against her, but he’d forgotten a condom and she was too close for him to make her wait until he found one.
“I want you inside me.” Rosy panted and it made Red’s cock flex with the desire to fulfill his request but being a product of passion himself he didn’t ever risk unprotected sex.
He didn’t answer her though because talk like that ruined the mood. It would be like slowing down the rollercoaster in the middle of the descending phase. He wouldn’t do it to her. Red grabbed Rosy’s ass and wet the length of his cock with her sweetness. He brought her down until he could feel her ass on his balls and then moved her up so she could feel his cock’s tip on her clit. He pushed in a little harder against each time he go to the apex of her sex because he loved the noise she made in the back of her throat and how her head fell back just a little as she tried to maintain eye contact.
“Draven?”
His name on her lips was stimulating and he made the up down movements faster and harder. This was high school grinding taken to the next level but he was so close to coming it was ridiculous.
“Rosy, oh Rosy.” Reds words were choked out on harsh breaths and he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He wasn’t inside her but he could feel her hungry pussy pulsing against him. He let her nipple slip from his mouth and prepared to let himself go. “Thank god.”
His balls were drawn up tight and the moan he tried to contain to a low growl expelled from his body sounding like a wounded animal. Red’s cock pulsed hard against Rosy as his come spurted between them. It went on forever and the after pulses went through his body long after he was finished. Red took a glance at Rosy and found that somewhere between when she came and when he did she had closed off all of the expressions on her face. He set her down and fixed his clothes in the silence before bending down to get the bra and shirt they’d thrown in their quest to get naked.
“There are times you just want to feel good,” Rosy said as she put on her shirt and fixed her skirt so that she was now dirty but covered, “and then there are times you have to do the right thing.”
“What would that be?”
Rosy walked to the door and opened it. “I think this is where we end. I’m not ready for what goes with being with you. I’ve worked too hard to be a part of my cousins life to shine all this doubt on my person again.”
Red could tell by the look on her face that now was not the time to try to change her mind, but he’d learned something about her. She was noble, she was hard to pin down and she was determined to live a life where she made the rules. It must be so tiring fighting the world alone. He walked toward the door kicking himself for falling into her sex trap and not letting her see that he was here for more than an orgasm and another taste of her sweet body.
She looked angry when he got nearer and he wondered if this was her armor. Is this how she pushed herself through things that were disappointing or difficult. Lowering his head to kiss her he wondered what her response would be. He moved slowly to give her a chance to respond anyway she felt comfortable. The confusion on her face filled him with a lot of things but when the aloof expression broke he witnessed a burst of emotions that crossed her face so fast they were hard to read. She kissed him fiercely like it was the last kiss she’d ever give but then broke it off. He shouldn’t have been surprised to find himself pushed toward the door, but he was.
He walked out and looked back to see why she didn’t just slam the door behind him.
“Your life will be so much better, so much easier without me. You’ll see.” Rosy didn’t look like a wilting flower when she said that but a warrior that was used to giving up things for others. If anyone deserved a hug it was her. He wanted to know everything about her and if he believed she didn’t want to see him he
’d stop but the kiss she gave him wasn’t a good bye…it was a cry for help.
The door closed quietly but not before he saw the look of remorse on her face.
“This isn’t over,” Red whispered to the closed door. He knew that coming to see what was going on with the brothers he never knew was going to be eye opening but this was more than he could have imagined. “Not by a long shot.”
Chapter 7 - Rosy
Rosy woke up this morning and tried hard to garner the excitement she had when she first found out she had a client. She knew why she was upset. Draven fucking Haught. She’d known he was the one night stand she’d picked up when she went out of town, but she didn’t want any flaky behavior getting back to the quasi family she was trying to impress. She’d just gotten back into her cousins life and she had basically been absorbed into the Haught family. There really wasn’t any place that she truly belonged and Alec had shown her how far on the outskirts she was with him telling her to simmer down when it came to family business. Her family was pleasant but no one knew what to do with her. From the time she was born addicted to narcotics thanks to her waywardly mother and whoever supplied her with drugs that evening to the time she mistakenly thought that her cousins return from dropping out of college was a punishment directed at her she had been handed off to relatives in a virtual hot potato game. It had made her used to being alone but it had also led her to understand the power of touch. She was given food, shelter, and comfort at all the places she stayed when she was younger, but not much else. Rosy had been looking to reactions forever but the person that really opened her eyes was Camden when he made her face what she’d done to Gemmi. She’d never been so sorry in her life and sometimes the callousness of what she’d done crushe her soul.
She got to her studio, opened the door and took a deep breath of what this all meant to her. It was another chance to give back, it was a chance to give someone what she’d wanted her whole life and it was a chance for her to heal herself as she helped others. Rosy had been bending over backwards for the last 18 months or so but when she’d helped True with a secret sale a few weeks ago the woman had paid her so handsomely she had been able to get her business started and have a nice sized cushion to use while her business got started.
She had arrived an hour before her appointment was due to show up. There was aroma therapy that the client had requested – ocean breeze, so she’d added some light audible soundscapes to complete the scene. The paperwork was signed and the client was cleared through the medical team and her security team so she just got to be the cuddler. One of her uncles used to ask her what she wanted to be when she grew up and she never had an answer, but one day he told her that she should get a job that she loved because then she’d never actually work a day in her life. That sounded pretty good. It wasn’t until she’d found out that there was a therapy in which she could give therapeutic, non sexual touch and it was considered an alternative therapy. That was life changing.
The knock on the door broke her out of her walk down memory lane and she was glad. That was a place Rosy could get stuck for a monumental amount of time. Trying to change the past thinking of what could have been better and how she would have been nicer. It all equals a lot of wasted time and energy.
“Come in,” Rosy called out after she took a quick look around the room to make sure that everything was as perfect as she planned it to be. The person on the other side of the door must have been a bit nervous as the door cracked open but then paused. “It’s okay. My name is Rosy and I’m so glad you decided to try cuddle therapy.”
The door opened all the way and she blinked a few times before the vision in front of her registered. The frown on her face was so fierce it hurt and she closed her eyes to block out the disappointment.
“This is serious business for me, Red. I’m not playing games.”
He walked into the room and sat down on the couch. Red watched Rosy and she decided she was going to hear him out because he didn’t look like he was playing either. She was so worked up for her first real client and was trying not to feel let down.
Red sat in the chair rubbing his hands together. She knew that this was a self comforting gesture so she huffed out a breath, opened her hands hopefully signaling that he had the floor.
“So when I heard about this whole cuddling business I wasn’t really sure I was taking it seriously, I planned on taking all your spots and just showing up for treatment. More because it sounded unsafe than any other real reason. I looked into the safeguards you have set up, the business model you’ve shown Dr. Staunton and the other clearances and background checks you have I couldn’t honestly say this was a bad idea.”
Rosy was trying to stop herself from the pride that was washing over her. He’d said he’d started out with less than stellar thoughts about her venture. “So then why are you here?”
“The day you came to me and offered me a hug. I didn’t know how much I really needed it.” He was preaching to the choir, but she understood that he may need to talk his way through it. “I grew up knowing that my existence would cause damage to a group of guys that I wanted nothing more than to be friends with. I didn’t have any siblings growing up and my mother was stuck in a permanent state of grieving that she didn’t have much else to give me.”
It would have been easy to kick him out before she’d heard his story, but there was no way she could do it now. She cleared her throat and thought about what she wanted to say. “This doesn’t change what I think about what goes on outside this room. You’re better off not telling your brothers we had a sexual thing, but if we are talking about non-sexual cuddling I’d be happy to have you as a client.”
His smile made her happy that she’d accepted what he said at face value.
“You’re on the clock.” Rosy stood up and walked over to the overstuffed futon that was in the flat position. “Do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?”
“I have no preference. This is your thing.”
Rosy directed him to remove his jacket and lay down. He was paying close attention and did as she instructed. She wasn’t sure where to go next. This really was different situation when you know the shape and feel of the clients cock. There was no way she was going to fuck this up no matter how great this man was in the bed.
He was laying on his side and she got on the bed next to him. She decided he could be the big spoon since she had let him be the little spoon when she’d come to see him and given him a free hour. Laying there next to him with the scent and the sounds of the ocean she knew she had to get herself together. This was her first real client and although this isn’t the way she thought it would go so she would do the job she was supposed to do.
“You like the ocean?” She started slow and maybe if he wanted to talk they could, but she could keep it light too.
“I do. It’s one of my favorite places. The only thing I don’t like is the sand. That’s the deal breaker.”
Rosy looked at the seriousness on Red’s face and wanted to laugh but she didn’t know if he was kidding or not. Before she thought to hard about it he gave her a heart wrenching grin and she couldn’t help but give him one back.
“You’re cute when you’re thinking so loud. I’m actually telling you the truth about the sand though.”
She rolled over so she was facing him and put her hand in his hair. “So how do you handle going to the beach if it’s one of your favorite places but you don’t like sand? It’s not something you can get away from while you’re there.”
“It’s a place I rarely go, but I think about going often.” He seemed to think about it a bit before adding. “Maybe I should change where my favorite place is. I’ll think about that and get back to you.”
Rosy found that people liked to talk when they cuddled and that was usually alright with her but with him she found herself full of questions. “Do people really call you Red or did you make that up when you got here and your brother’s asked you for a name?”
“I’ve always been Red. It started in kindergarten where all good nicknames start.”
His hair was soft and his eyes always had a smile in them. He’d be someone you’d feel comfortable telling him about your problems. Non judgmental and understanding it was all in his clear reddish amber eyes, not that she was going to tell him anything but she could see where someone would.
Moving her hand to stroke his face and ears, then moving down to his arms and around to rub his back. She couldn’t even say he was in the big spoon position. It was more like she was an aggressive little spoon since he still enveloped her in his embrace.
They continued lying like that, with her stroking his back and him making some pattern on hers, until the chimes of her alarm alerted her that the hour was coming to an end and they needed to wrap it up. She got up and stretched as he moved to sit on the side of the futon.
“I like to end the session with you saying something nice about yourself or something you’re going to work on. It can be anything, but I’m all about positivity.” Rosy had practiced that little ditty for her clients just a little something positive to carry with them until they meet again.
Red stopped to think about it and Rosy wasn’t sure what he was thinking so hard about. There were so many positive things he could say about himself but this was what he chose and she knew the way people saw themselves was much different that how others saw them.
“I’m going to let go of the past and start anew.” Red had a glimmer in his eye and she wasn’t sure if that was because he was talking about her or because he thought he aced his positivity challenge. “What about you?”
“What about me?” Rosy turned the music off and then turned back toward Red.
“I think if someone is all about positivity and requests a client does something they should at least give a bit of positivity about themselves back.”
“So when you give your patient a directive you allow them to give you one as well?” Rosy hadn’t thought of that and didn’t think her clients would have either it had to be because this man was a doctor and good at shaking her up.
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