This meant that at the end of a long day or night, I came home to Rex, Ranger, and Raoul. And I loved it.
Kicking my shoes off, I followed the sound of the television into the living room and found Garrett grinning over the back of the couch at me. “Welcome home, dear. How was your day?”
Dropping down beside him - and narrowly missing Rex - I pulled the lever for the leg rest and groaned when it took the weight of my legs. Some days I was good and I could come home and do shit and not feel a thing. Other days, like today, it felt like they were filled with lead. “Long ass day,” I muttered, staring blindly at the movie playing. “Where’s your brother?”
Clearing his throat, he choked, “Sleeping it off.”
“Sleeping what off?”
“He… uh…,” he started, and then swallowed a couple of times. “He had a drink with your brother.”
Groaning, I let my head fall back with frustration. “Did my brother get him drunk and try to put him on a bus to Alaska?”
“I can whole heartedly confirm that you’re not even close to the reason,” he choked.
Righting my head and looking over at him, I watched him trying to fight a smile. “Then why?”
Shrugging, he stared at the movie, doing his best to ignore me. When I just continued to watch him, he rubbed his hand across the couch cushion. “Have I told you how much I love this new couch? It’s so much more comfortable than mine. What do they call this fabric?”
“Leather!” I ground out.
“Like the stuff they use on shoes?”
“The very same.”
“Huh,” he huffed sounding surprised, but it was a blatantly fake version of it which made me even more suspicious. “My shoes aren’t as comfortable as this. I wonder if they come from different breeds of co…”
Patience completely lost, I stood up on my lead legs and leaned over him. “Garrett…” I growled warningly. “Today I had to put these two fingers,” I held up my index and middle fingers in front of him, “in a patient’s artery to stop them bleeding out. A doctor wiggled a clamp in the hole beside them to take over, but I was doing the job for a total of fourteen minutes before I could take them back out. Do you know what that means?” I was lying, but I’d done it before so that counted.
With his eyebrows almost touching his hairline, he watched the two fingers I was still holding up. “That you’re good with your fingers?”
Leaning in closer to him, I hissed, “It means I know exactly where to push to stop the flow of blood to your brain. Do you want me to show you how that feels?”
Eyes narrowing, he considered the threat for a second, and then leaned until only my death fingers separated us. “I’m not afraid of you.”
Straightening up, I crossed my arms over my chest and shrugged. “Fair enough, but you brought the retribution on yourself,” I warned him, and then turned around leaving him staring after me with his mouth open.
Raoul
Two hours later…
Day drinking was a different thing when I was younger. I could go out with my friends and if I drank too much, I survived. I was only thirty, but I didn’t think I was going to survive this day drinking hangover. I vaguely remembered Garrett pouring me into bed when I got home earlier, and a quick look at the clock showed I could only have been asleep for a couple of hours, but I had King Kong trying to burst out of my skull.
And to make it even better, I’d fallen asleep with the hand that had a bandage on it under my pillow. This was going to hurt like a bitch.
Without even sitting up, I twisted until my legs fell off the edge of the bed.
“I see you’ve had a good day,” a voice I could usually listen to for hours said from the doorway. Right now, though, it was the most painful thing I’d ever heard in my life.
At least that’s what I thought. “Please, can we not make any noise ever again?”
I heard a snort and her footsteps walking away from me and breathed out slowly. I could do this - I could move and function like a normal human being.
Apparently I couldn’t, but that was because her big assed cat jumped right on my stomach, knocking the air out of my lungs and the alcohol out of my stomach.
* * *
It’s amazing what being sick does for a hangover. Sure, you feel rough as balls while you’re doing it, but afterward I could walk in a straight line, breathe without wanting to die, I’d even made a noise and not had to hold my head in place. I couldn’t even remember why I’d gotten drunk. Progress, it was all about baby steps.
Sitting down at the table in the kitchen, I smiled gratefully at Rose for the bottle of water and painkillers that she had waiting for me. I might not have felt as shit as I had before, but I still need water and something to kill off the rest of the pain in my head.
Watching me over the rim of her cup, she asked, “Wanna tell me what’s going on?”
Swallowing the mouthful of water, I thought about the question. “I’m honestly not sure if I can remember why.”
“I see,” she hummed, looking me over and pausing when she got to my hand. “Care to tell me what happened there?”
Looking down at where she was staring, I looked at the wrapping around my hands, and groaned when I remembered I’d fallen asleep with my head on them. “Ugh, taking that off is going to suck balls.”
“And why is that?”
I’d had a solid plan on how I was going to do this, and it had been perfect. Unfortunately, another effect of day drinking was that I couldn’t remember what I’d come up with while I was in the merry depths of hell getting all of this done for her. Figuring it was best to just do it, I stood up and pulled my t-shirt over my head, showing her the larger bandage on my ribs.
“I don’t…” she started, but I held a hand up to stop her. If I didn’t do this now, I’d end up fucking it up even more, and I wanted this to be perfect for it.
Peeling off the dressing, I slowly unveiled the new tattoo her brother had done for me earlier. That’s why I’d gotten as drunk as I had, because they’d decided the only way to settle me down after it was to give me tequila – the one drink I couldn’t handle. I’m fairly certain I had my brother to thank for that, but all the same it had stopped me freaking out. Maybe a little bit too much, though.
“I went to see your parents today,” I told her, watching her face as the tattoo was revealed. “And then I went to see your brother and he did this for me.”
Lifting my arm over my head, I turned so she could see the large black and white rose that took up a good chunk of the left side of my ribs. It had an R woven into the petals and was split in half by a blank line with today’s date taking up the beginning of it.
Walking around the table, she bent over and looked closely at it, lifting a shaking hand to skim a finger around the edge of the raw flesh. “It’s beautiful.”
“I think so.” I’ll give her brother credit, he did fucking good work, even if it had felt like he was trying to dig down to my heart as he’d done it.
Looking up at me, she asked, “What’s the date?”
Taking a deep breath, I braced myself for something that had scared me more than the needle breaking my flesh open hours earlier, and was probably the real reason I’d ended up drinking as much as I had. “It’s the date that I was hoping you’d say yes to marrying me,” I rasped, watching her hand freeze mid circle around the tattoo. “And there’s a space next to it for the date you become Rose Evans, which I hope is soon.”
I’d expected her to do something like yelling yes or even tell me no, so when she dropped to her knees and just stared at the tattoo, I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Again, we’d gone through a lot of scenarios – some of which even involved me getting on my knees to beg her to say yes – but none included her doing being the one on them.
Finally she looked up at me. “What if I said no?”
Pulling the last dressing off, the one that was on my hand, I held it out so that she could see the two lines I’d had tattooed
around my finger with an R and a tribal rose in between them. “Then it would suck that I had these done.”
And it really would, because I had no intentions whatsoever of getting them removed, ever. I also had no intentions of accepting the word no if that’s what she was going to say, but I’d rather have the memory of her saying yes than me begging her.
Eyes fixed on my finger, she murmured, “What am I going to have on my finger?”
With my good hand, I reached into my pocket and held out the diamond ring I’d bought three weeks ago. “I was hoping you’d wear this.”
That’s when she reacted, tackling me down to the floor and kissing me. Rolling us so that I was on top of her, I poured my heart and soul into the kiss.
It wasn’t until I braced my hand with the ring in it on the floor, that I remembered what I was holding. So, pulling back reluctantly, I reached for her left hand and slid the ring onto her finger. “Is that a yes?”
I’d seen Rose smile on many occasions, but the smile she wore on her face at this moment was one I hoped I’d never forget. I wanted to be sitting eating pudding when I was ninety-eight with this moment in my mind. “Of course it’s a yes,” she squealed. “But I’m totally getting the same tattoo on my finger.”
While I’d been getting it done today, Garrett and Ellis had pointed out that it was my initial, too, so if she said no I’d survive. The possibility of her saying no had freaked me the hell out, but as soon as I saw the rose on my side, I had decided that I’d use anything I could to hear her say yes. Our initials might be the same, but I’d proudly tell anyone and everyone what the R on both tattoos really stood for. And the idea of her doing the same…
Kissing her again, I ground down into her, not caring that we were on the kitchen floor. That was until my elbow hit a big bowl, sloshing water over the rim of it. “Where’s Ranger and Rex?”
“What?” she asked, sounding confused until she saw what I was looking at. “Oh, Garrett took Ranger over to his house and Rex is in his special place.”
His special place being the room upstairs that I’d moved around to put one of those huge cat trees in it after he’d attacked Chad. He’d been reluctant to use it at first, but then I’d started hiding treats in it and now he spent most of his time on his back in the bed attached to the top part of it.
This meant that we were free from interruptions.
Tugging on the bottom of her T-shirt so that she’d lift up, I pulled it up over her head and groaned when the piercings came into view. The bra she had on pushed her tits close together, deepening the cleavage that they were in so that I could only just see them sparkling at me. Those little jewels did it for me every time.
Moving down to them, I skimmed my nose over the first one. “I really fucking love these,” I repeated for the millionth time.
“I know,” she snorted. “It’ll suck when they fall out.”
That got my attention. “What? Why would they do that?”
“Honey, the skin heals and pushes them out. That’s what happens.”
Shit, I hadn’t thought about that. “Can you get them done again?”
Nodding, she arched her back and reached underneath it to undo the clasp of her bra, bringing her hands back around in front of her and slowly pulling it off. Her breasts were the perfect handful, topped by raspberry colored nipples, and without the bra I could reach the other two piercings. So I did.
Kissing around them softly, I murmured, “Do you want to know what I know?”
Threading her fingers through my hair, she gently rubbed her thumb under my ear, almost distracting me from what I was thinking. “What do you know?”
Trailing across to a nipple, I circled it with the tip of my tongue, watching as it tightened. “That every part of you,” I mumbled, pulling it between my lips, and letting it go, “is all mine, for the rest of our lives.” I told her, sucking it back into my mouth. This time when I let it go, it was to make my way across to the other one, giving it the same attention.
“Raoul,” she gasped, arching her back again and tightening the hold she had of my hair.
Blowing across the tip of the nipple I’d just released, I cupped her between her legs, groaning when I felt the heat against my palm. “From your head to your toes, you’re all mine.”
Snorting breathlessly, she moaned, “Do I need to get the letter R tattooed there, too?”
The question made me pause, because I really fucking liked that idea. “Would you?”
“Would you get one tattooed above your penis?”
The answer to that wasn’t a simple yes, because it was needles and it was my penis. The two weren’t ever intended to meet, and if it was anyone but Rose asking me about it, I’d tell them they were out of their ever-loving mind. But it was Rose, so I would at least try if she wanted it done. “If I was drunk, more than likely yes I would.”
Bursting out laughing, she pulled my face back down to hers. “Liar, but I love the way you lie,” she said softly, rubbing my bottom lip with her thumb.
The sad thing was – it really wasn’t a lie. Ellis might not be able to tattoo me while I was drunk, but if Rose was holding my hand and a bottle of whiskey for after it, then I’m pretty sure I’d do it. Or if Garrett knocked me out, like he’d offered to today.
Closing the small distance between our mouths, I kissed her again, and moved so that my hand followed the seam on the front of her yoga pants up to the waistband. When I pushed under it I expected to find another barrier with her panties, but instead what I encountered was flesh – specifically, bare flesh. Apparently, my beautiful rose had gotten herself waxed in the last twenty-four hours and I hadn’t known seeing as how I’d worked last night. I didn’t care how she was down there because it went without saying that I’d take her any way she came, but I loved how smooth and soft she was.
Moving my hand further down, I hit the top of her folds and felt her wetness on the tips of my fingers. Parting her lips, I went further down, smiling against her mouth when my fingers brushed over the spot on the right side of her clit that made her gasp. In the last couple of months I’d made it a point to find every spot on her body that made her do that when I was kissing her because I loved it, and I wanted her to do it again. I wanted her breathless and for her hips to move like they did when she was about to come. Knowing I was giving her that level of pleasure, that it was all because of what I was doing to her, was something I lived for now.
Circling around the hard bundle of nerves, I pressed down harder over the spot again. “Honey,” she mewled, digging the nails of one hand into the back of my neck.
Kissing back down to her tits, I took one into my mouth and sucked as I shifted my hand so that my finger was dipping into her entrance. With every suck, I’d push it further in until it was all the way inside her. There were times when we made love quickly, both of us wanting and needing the release together. But today, I wanted this to be something explosive for her so that she’d never forget it. Could we do it in a better place than on the kitchen floor? Well, yeah, duh, but spontaneous sex happened where it happened, and it wasn’t the first time the floor had come into play.
Adding another finger, I plunged them both into her at the same time as sucking hard on the nipple, releasing it with a pop so that I could move across to the other one. I starting moving my thumb over her clit when she reached down and held my hand tighter against her, letting her hand control the movements of my fingers. When her legs started to shake slightly against the side of my thighs, I focused on the area I’d previously played with on the side of her clit, and groaned against her tit when she screamed and started to clench around my fingers.
Getting up onto my knees, I yanked my t-shirt over my head throwing it across to the other side of the room, and then pulled my shorts down so that they were resting under my balls. I was too far gone to take them all the way off and watching her kick off her yoga pants made it even worse, especially when I saw how wet her bare pussy was.
As
soon as she was free of them, I moved over her and reached down to grab the base of my cock, sweeping the head of it through the wetness.
Losing patience, she knocked my hand out of the way with her own, her fingers now holding the same place where mine had just been, and moved it so that my tip entered her. “If you don’t push it into me, I’ll…”
Not waiting for her to finish the end of her threat I thrust forward, my eyes closing when I groaned as her tightness closed around me. When you were in love with someone, it didn’t matter how many times you’d made love to them. That was a fact, because every time you did it new feelings and discoveries happened, and it felt like they brought the two of us closer together. I might not have been a romantic man, but I wasn’t a blind one either and I felt this each time. The feelings that were swamping me as I made love to her for this first time - the first time since she’d agreed to be mine in every way for the rest of our lives - almost made me lose control, but I reined it in and did my best to commit every part of this moment to memory.
Pushing my hands between the floor and her back, I hooked my fingers over her shoulders to hold her in place for my thrusts. When I felt the base of me hit against her folds, I stopped for a second, moving my hips slightly from side to side while I let her adjust to having all of me. With each shift, the scruff above my cock rubbed over her clit, making her groan as her eyes flew open with the sensations. I’d overheard a group of women talking about how much they loved not having hair down there because it made them more sensitive once, and it looks like this was more definitely the case for Rose.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I whispered, feeling her starting to tighten again. “I want to see them when you come.”
Slowly pulling out until just the tip of me was inside, I thrust back in hard, my length gliding smoothly into her this time. Wrapping her legs tightly around my waist changed the angle completely, and on the next thrust in she screamed and began to come, her muscles clenching hard around my cock. I wanted it to go on forever, but the feel of her walls squeezing me and watching her face as she shattered sent me over the edge.
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