Harvey shrugged, but his face was flushed and he seemed energetic despite all the work. “I think I liked it. I like people, though. I don’t get to work with enough of them in my day job.”
Rock felt as if he’d been run over by a steamroller. People exhausted him. That was probably why he preferred jumping over flaming vehicles to taking any normal job.
But he thought he’d done a good job taking care of Ros’s customers. At least enough to justify staying in the bar and keeping an eye on her with Harvey.
However, after a night of sneaking glances at her whenever he wanted, eyeing her luscious body, lusting after her with every step she took, he hadn’t seen Harvey do any of the same.
So he supposed he could trust the man.
Which was good, because he didn’t think this job was for him, but he hated the idea of Ros ever being here alone with Connor or someone like him.
Honestly, if he had his way, he’d just keep her as a little housewife and not have her work at all. But he knew it was never something she’d put up with.
He saw her looking at him, and she quickly looked away when he caught her.
Another lick of heat ran through him, and he quickly helped with cleanup, unable to resist thoughts of what might happen when they were out of there.
He didn’t mean to be cocky about it, but enough women had wanted him over the years that he knew when one was getting ideas.
And if he was right, there was a horny she-bear nearly ready to attack.
The bear in him wanted to roar in triumph, but he figured the best way was to let her chase him, so he pretended not to notice the thick sexual tension in the air.
Harvey looked at his watch. “If you two want to go home and leave the keys with me, I can lock up.”
“You sure?” Ros asked. Rock could tell she was tempted.
“I have to prove I can do it at some point. Let’s be honest. Both of us don’t need to stay all night, and I should be the one going home later. Especially with people like Connor on the prowl.”
Harvey had a point. The bar got pretty empty at the end of the night, and one person could pretty much handle it.
“Well, okay,” Ros said. “But if you need anything…”
“I’ll call,” Harvey said.
Rock wrinkled his nose, but Ros was already removing her apron and pushing him through the door and out into the night. “Thanks, Harvey! Appreciate it so much!”
“He has your number?” Rock mumbled. “Why does he—” But he didn’t get to finish what he was saying because Ros had her hands in his shirt front and had spun him around and was pinning him against the outside wall of the bar, kissing him senseless, with Harvey just on the other side.
Holy shit, she was being dominant. Her tongue swept into his mouth, taking ownership, and his hand slipped around her waist, pulling her close, diving in with his tongue to twist with hers.
She let out a groan, and he lifted her legs around his waist, walking away from the bar so Harvey couldn’t hear them. Every moan was only for him.
He pinned her against the nearest tree, luxuriating in her heat against him, her breasts pressed to his hard chest, her hands still twisting in his collar. She let out a satisfied moan as he pulled back from the kiss and sucked hard on her neck. He licked and kissed, knowing it was going to leave a mark, and her hands wrapped around his neck, her nails digging into the skin at the top of his shoulders.
He growled and pushed her harder into the tree, pressing himself up between her spread legs, holding her up as he thrust toward her, enjoying the way she squirmed.
He looked around them at the quiet night and the darkness amidst the trees.
He needed to take her, but he couldn’t do it here.
And despite her insistence that Mort slept, he couldn’t do it at her place either.
He wanted to make her scream without worrying about who could hear it.
Her nails were clenching him, her moans becoming more excited. He could scent she was already wet and ready for him, an intense, flowery feeling between them.
He’d never been more ready for anything in his life.
He pulled out his phone with one hand and held her with the other, kissing her while texting one handed.
Get lost tonight, he texted. ‘Bout to get lucky.
Francis could go to the motel for all Rock cared. He was pretty sure the other man would be happy to, given how hard he’d tried to help hook up him and Ros.
His phone beeped. Sure thing.
Maybe Francis would go down to Nancy’s. He seemed to like being there a lot lately.
She gasped as she pulled back, breathing heavily. “Who were you texting?”
“Francis,” he said. “Getting him to clear out.”
“We’re going to your place?” she asked. “Is that a good idea?”
“No,” he said. “Probably not. But with what I want to do to you, I can’t do it with Mort in the same house. It just seems wrong.”
“I don’t want it to be hard on you,” she said as he swept her up in his arms, carrying her like the treasure she was.
“Are you kidding?” he said, shaking his head as he made his way with long strides up the road that led to his house. “You’re making everything hard on me. You’re making me rethink my entire life. You’re making me think about life in a town I’ve hated. You’re making me want to stay when I’ve always run. You’re twisting me up, tearing me apart, and making me feel like I’ll never be put back together again.”
“And you’re putting up with this why?” she asked.
He looked down at her, so beautiful in the moonlight with her mussed hair, her swollen lips, her glistening eyes reflecting the stars. “Because you’re making me think there is more to me beneath all that. Something that will still exist when everything else is ripped away. Something that can’t exist without you.” He sped up his pace, taking the winding road up the hill that led to his huge childhood cabin.
“Is it worth it?” she asked.
“I guess we’re about to see,” he said. “But my guess is yes.”
Her arms wrapping tighter and stroking his neck were his reward for his answer.
But it was easy to talk to her like that. It was hard to be twisted inside. It wasn’t hard to tell her about it.
And moments like this, where the heat rose like an inferno—one that would mold them into who they were supposed to be rather than destroy them—made everything worth it.
As the cabin came into view, hovering in the dark like an ominous, triangular roofed shadow, he tensed slightly. But her warmth against him kept him steady, and Francis had left the front lights on as well as one in the living room.
Bless his heart.
Rock stomped up the front porch and unlocked the door with one hand.
He almost deposited her on the couch, desperate to just sink into her warmth, but he stopped, looking at the windows all looking out on the forest.
Privacy, just for them.
That was everything to him right now. The urge to shield her from the world, to have her for himself, made him take her somewhere he had never planned to take her for something like this.
Up the stairs to his childhood bedroom.
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He kicked open the room and carried her in. He reminded himself that all the furniture was different. He’d replaced everything, including the carpet, so when he came home for the Brawl, he’d have as little to remind him of those desperate days as possible.
He plopped her on the bed, and she propped herself up on her elbows, her blond hair streaming over her shoulders, having fallen mostly out of her ponytail.
He reached back and freed the rest of her hair, and she took that as a signal to go, pulling him against her hungrily.
“It’s different,” he said. “Do you like it?”
She closed her eyes as his teeth nipped at her collarbone. His hard thigh slipped between her legs, rubbing up against her heat. “Mmm.” She groaned. “I’d love any place where you
can do this to me.”
“You’re changing everything for me,” he said hoarsely, nipping his way across her shoulders and neck and up to her ear, where he suckled on her lobe softly. He bit down slightly, and she shuddered, digging her hands into his shirt. He loved the way she gripped the flannel, keeping him against her as if she were desperate.
He always wanted her to be desperate for him like this.
He continued to tease her neck and jaw, kissing every sensitive spot while she writhed and moaned, and slid one hand down between her legs, feeling her over her jeans. So hot. He flicked open her button and slipped his hand inside, nearly losing it at the feel of her slick, wet heat. He easily found his way inside her panties, over her silken folds, to the tiny nub that made her jump and squirm as he ran his thumb over it.
Her arms went around his back and dug in. He felt the beginning of claws forming but didn’t mind the slightly sharp pain of it. The bear in her was taking over. Wanting him.
The thought was too hot to stand, so he dipped his fingers inside her, testing her heat. She was ready for him. But he moved his hand up and continued to make slow, rough circles, pressing his body against her and capturing her lips with his, savoring every moan as she writhed ecstatically against the pleasure she couldn’t escape.
He felt her pleasure escalating, her breaths coming faster and more desperately, her tiny, plump body squirming helplessly beneath his hand, his body, his lips.
She was his, completely helpless to his pleasure, and he was never letting her go after this.
As his hand slowed and then quickly pressed directly over her, he felt her kick over the edge, her nails biting into his back, a scream cutting off in her throat as her entire body went rigid and then convulsed against him.
She called his name over and over. “Rock. Rock.” It was like food for his soul, something that could fill him forever yet never satisfy him.
Her hands fell away from him as she flopped back against the bed, and he sat up to survey his work.
She was lying beneath him, work shirt pulled up and rumpled, showing off a soft tummy and ample cleavage, and her pants were undone, her wet panties showing.
She looked ravished, and he was the only one who would ever be allowed to do it.
“Rock,” she gasped, and there was a question in her voice, though she seemed too breathless to remember it.
“Yes?”
“I… That was…”
“Only the beginning,” he said hoarsely, pulling on her jeans, stripping her out of them completely.
Her panties went next. Any barrier between them was unbearable. She started to pull off her shirt, and he helped her when she got tangled. She rolled over, and he unclipped her bra, freeing her generous, amazing breasts.
His heart nearly stopped at the beauty in front of him as she lay there fully naked, trying to cover herself with her hands.
He reached down and grabbed her hands, pinning them up so he could take a long, hard look at her. He cursed softly, eyeing every soft curve. “You’re so beautiful.”
She bit her lip. “Thank you. You are, too.”
He laughed, taking the hint, and began to pull his flannel shirt over his head, kneeling between her legs as he did so. He heard a couple buttons pop off and grimaced. Apparently, flannel didn’t stretch so well.
He pulled off his tank and felt her soft hands running over his stomach, savoring every washboard ab. He grinned down at her, and she looked up guiltily, blue eyes playful at being caught.
He caught her hands in his and ran them over him, up to his pecs, which were hard with muscle, down his abs, and, as she caught her breath and nodded eagerly, down over his crotch. She cupped his length and licked her lips.
He undid the button and zipper and hopped off the bed to remove his jeans, and she watched eagerly.
As soon as he got back on the bed, her hands were on him again, feeling over his member, his balls, his hips, his stomach, his arms. He was ravenous, kissing her everywhere, exploring her body with his lips as she explored with her fingers.
It was as if they couldn’t reach enough of each other, as if they were trying to reach to the other’s soul somehow by touching every inch of their body.
Rock caught a breath as she moved over his member again, then lowered himself against her, letting their chests touch, pinning her hands between them. He held himself up with one hand and moved the other to cup one breast, playing with the nipple. Then he sat up, kneeling over her ample hips as he dropped his hands to her soft waist and caught her nipple in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it.
She groaned and squirmed helplessly as he took the other in his mouth and tortured it to a stiff, swollen peak. “Hey,” she gasped out. “I was supposed to be the one in charge this time.”
“No way,” he said, flicking his tongue wickedly over her nipple. “You get to be in charge of a lot of things, but I’m in charge here.”
“Not fair.” She gasped as he blew lightly on her nipple and then took it in his mouth again. Meanwhile, his hand found her wet center again and began a slow, circling tease of her clit.
“Totally fair,” he said. “And you love it.”
“I guess so,” she said, flushing and averting her eyes.
He stopped for a minute, a smirk on his face. “Oh, you guess so?”
She could barely breathe. “You heard me,” she said stubbornly, squirming against his hand.
But he didn’t start again immediately. He had an idea. He kept his hand there but stayed frozen.
She let out a pent-up sigh. “What are you waiting for?”
He played lightly over her, and she shivered. “I don’t know. I mean, you only ‘guess so…’”
“What?”
“So you won’t mind if I stop?”
Her chest heaved up and down from exertion. Her cheeks were pink, her hair splayed over the bed. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He swirled again, making her moan. “Oh, I dare.” He played slowly, just enough to barely start the build again, but as soon as she got close, he stopped again. “What’s that about liking it? You like it so much you can’t stand it?”
She bit her lip as she looked up at him, legs clenched around his hand in frustration. She let out an impatient noise and pushed her hips against him. “You know I like it. Stop it, Rock.”
“Stop what?” he teased, licking her nipple again as his finger withdrew from her folds.
She gasped and reached for his hand, putting it back there again. “You know.”
“No, I don’t,” he said, grazing his chest against hers as he came close to her lips, letting their breaths mingle. He could feel the desperate tension in her body. She was ready, and it was killing him to hold back. But he wasn’t going to let her pretend this was less than it was. Not at this moment.
She’d pulled everything vulnerable out of him, he was going to do the same to her.
“Fine,” she growled, putting a hand to either side of his face and looking him straight in the eye with her frank blue gaze. “I love it so much I can’t stand it You’re fucking hot, Rock. Now stop teasing me. I can’t take it any—”
His lips closed over hers, and he knew she could feel his smile as his hand went to work on her again, more eagerly than before. Her body arched, her hands pushing on his chest as she thrust her hips into his hand, her tongue against his as they kissed in time with his fingering.
She was moving quickly to the precipice, and he was painfully hard but trying to hold back with her. But when her nails bit into him and she went wild in the grips of her second orgasm, which seemed to be stronger than the first, he nearly lost it.
He pulled back to watch her arch her naked body back into the covers, completely overcome with pleasure.
Shocks moved through him, not purely physical or sexual, but love, the kind that hits you all the way to the bottom of your being and reaches all the way up to the sky.
She was his. She was his always, and he would take her.
> He reached for the drawer and pulled out one of the condoms he’d put there after buying some so he wasn’t caught unaware again.
He ripped it open as she settled against the mattress, looking up at him with interest. She looked like a wildcat with those glowing blue eyes, pointed nose, pretty face, and thick, mussed hair.
She was lightly flushed in certain places, and he couldn’t have been more turned on by her if he tried.
He slipped the condom over his hard length and positioned himself in front of her. She spread her legs willingly, excitement lighting her eyes. “You sure?” he asked.
She nodded, biting her lip as she eyed his size. “Just take it slowly.”
“That’ll be hard,” he muttered, gently testing her entrance. He had to fight the urge to just ram himself inside her hot warmth as soon as he felt the first taste of her. So unbelievably hot and soft and wet.
He pushed in gently, and she gasped. He came forward, holding himself up on his hands so he could watch her face, make sure she was okay. He waited for her tightness to adjust to the first inch. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, feeling her relax slightly beneath him. “You tell me when you’re ready. Or if you want to stop, or—”
“Hell no,” she grated out. “It’s amazing. It’s just… gonna take a second.” She took a few deep breaths, and then he felt her wrap her legs around his back, locking her ankles. Slowly, she urged him in, gasping, and he felt sheer pleasure overwhelm him as he sank into her hot, wet depths.
When he was fully sheathed, he realized she was holding her breath, trying to accommodate him, and despite the effort it took to focus on not going right then and there, he leaned forward and gently kissed her lips, urging her to breathe again.
She relaxed into him, kissing him gently, widening her lips to let him swipe inside her. As she opened to him he felt her relax around him. She let out a quick breath as he pulled back and looked in her eyes, wondering at the amazingness of the perfect fit they made.
He felt totally one with her and couldn’t think of anything that could make the moment more perfect.
Except for maybe not having a condom on. Being one with her and able to mate her. Making sure she was his forever, regardless of whether it was here in Bear Canyon or somewhere else in the world.
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