I wouldn’t want to miss this for Wharton.
I wouldn’t want to miss this for anything.
Right here is where I’m happiest.
CHAPTER 43
ROSE CALLOWAY
I stirto a body rocking against me, my eyes fluttering open in a half-sleep.
I squint at the fuzzy morning light, and my mind starts to collect my position and what’s happening: the fullness between my thighs, the hands on either side of my shoulders, the body that hovers above me with determined thrusts.
I’m still naked from last night’s rough sex, and the collar is firmly snapped around my neck.
My heart quickens as I meet Connor’s eyes. He watches me wake completely, making good on mystrangefantasy that I once spilled. I always imagined I’d be aroused right off the bat, but it takes a little while to lead me there.
Connor facilitates my needs, rocking slowly to build up these electric sensations. I grip his biceps that flex with each push inside of me. It’s one of the few times I’ve had use of my hands during sex. When I glance down and watch the way he disappears between my legs, I feel myself start to clench around him.
He bends his head low and kisses me deeply.
I like this.
I can’t believe I like this. But more than that, I can’t believe he was willing to make it happen. I love him for it.
A layer of sweat glistens on our bodies the longer he thrusts. His mouth opens as I squeeze my legs around his waist, tightening the way he fits inside of me.
“Rose…” he groans, his face marbleized in pleasure.
And then he pumps hard, and I turn my head into my pillow and moan, my toes curling. He slowly pulls out whilewe both catch our breaths. He rolls over and lies beside me, our chests rising and falling together, in unison.
Waking up to a cock thrusting into me—it’s a turn-on that I can now fully admit to.
I summon my strength to meet his powerful blue gaze again. He grins, knowing exactly how much I desired this.
“Morning…darling,” he says with his last heavy breath. He leans over and kisses me once more.
Right as he parts from me, I’m about to tell him how much I loved it, but loudthumpingsplinters my thoughts. The sounds come from the wall near our dresser, not behind us.
Thethunk, thunk, thunkcontinues, and then there’s the added moans and groans. I frown. “Didn’t they have sex last night?” We have thin walls, and I try to ignore them as best I can.
But there is a perk to having an adjacent room to Lily and Loren. I know how much sex they’re having, which means I know when Lily is regressing in her recovery.
Connor swings his legs off the bed. Completely naked, he walks over to the wall and slams his hand against it. “Hey!” he yells, but even his screams seem calm and assured. “You two, cool it!”
The humping suddenly ends, only to be replaced by a worse sound to my ears—Loren Hale’s voice. (Though it’s muffled from the wall.)
“We’re not doing anything!”
“You had sex last night,” Connor says loudly. “Only one time within a twenty-four-hour period. Remember that?”
Lo and Lily usually only wait twelve hours between fucking, but they’re trying a new rule and asked us to help enforce it if they get weak.
“Then keepyournoises down!” Loren yells back. “My girlfriend is a sex addict. She can’t be hearing you two going at it.”
“I promise to be quiet,” Connor says. He turns back to me, and we lock eyes. “Next time, you’ll be gagged.”
I narrow my gaze, but my lower body responds much differently.
