It had been a long day for us both. Stretching with a few pops from my back, I nodded. “Yeah. The last few days are catching up with me.”
“I’ll be around in the morning,” Lacy said. “Daisy goes to the shop before lunchtime and Shiv heads off to work, but you can find me.”
They both waved as I said, “Thanks, good night.” Rooster took my hand and we headed inside. “Sure is a lot of people to not be a party.”
He opened the door to the hall that led to the bedrooms. Or suites. Not sure what to call them.
“A lot of folks live here. Members, bunnies. Some guyshave places off-site. They’re right, though. This was just a normal night. We haven’t had many big parties for a few months but still have the occasional get-together.”
“So those women helping at the bar and stuff, they live here?”
“Mmhmm.”
The rest of the walk to his room was quiet. It had been a long time since we were together. I’d been with other men. None lasted long, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. And sure, I could get myself off, but that didn’t take care of that need for the weight of man on you, or the strong hands tossing you around.
Honestly, most of the guys I’d been intimate with since him were dull. We’d explored a lot in the short amount of time we had together, and I trusted him, so it was fun to try new things. Which was another reason it crushed me when he left. Still, the thought that he may have slept with some of the women I’d seen around, or chatted with, was unsettling.
“You’re quiet,” he said as we entered his room.
I headed straight to the bathroom, but he was right on my heels and stopped the door with his hand.
“Do you mind?” I asked, mid-dropping my pants.
“You didn’t answer me.”
Huffing and dropping my pants anyway, then taking a seat, I said, “You didn’t ask a question.”
He stood, staring me down for a few seconds, so I shooed him with my hand. “Okay, I thought sitting would scare you away but seriously, I need to pee, so go away.”
“I’ve had my face in your snatch. You relieving yourself isn’t going to scare me away.”
Huffing, I shouted, “Oh my God, get out!”
After he closed the door, I finally went. We’d been drinking for a while and I had to go. Truth be told, I did also need a minute to calm myself. I was getting worked up over something I couldn’t control, and wasn’t around for.
After washing my hands, I splashed some cold water on my face and fluffed my hair. When I opened the door, Rooster was standing with his arms crossed, staring at the door.
“What’s on your mind, Sparrow?”
Drawing a deep breath, then slowly blowing it out, I thought about how to reply. We weren’t kids anymore. I wasn’t a smitten twenty-year-old girl. Even though my stomach twisted into knots, I owed it to myself to speak my mind. I’d lost him once and lived through it. If he decided I was too much, better to know now than later. And if he gave a shitty response, I’d hopefully have the strength to walk away.
“It’s weird that you live here with a bunch of women you may or may not have slept with. If I stay here in Georgia, I don’t think I can accept you living here.”
His muscles relaxed as he blew out a heavy sigh. He took slow steps toward me, and when he was just inches away, his palm cupped my face. “Sparrow, if I’m here, you’re here. But if you don’t want to live at the clubhouse, we’ll find another place. Not all the brothers live here. And you didn’t ask, but I haven’t slept with any of the women here now.”
“I love how you just assumed we’re living together now,”I said, “and I know it’s crazy to wish you hadn’t had sex all this time, but–”
Both hands cupped my face. “Sparrow, I’m not going to lie to you. I haven’t slept with any of the women here now. In the past… well, people get lonely. But I tend to not shit where I eat. If it makes you feel better, I’ve tormented myself over the years, picturing you with faceless men. Men I wanted to torture– even kill– imagining them touching your soft skin,” he said as his thumbs swiped over my cheeks. “Men feeling your lips,” he said as he leaned in, his tongue dragging over my lips. Before I knew it, I was against the wall. “Men tasting your sweet cunt,” he growled as one hand slid down my body, over my jeans. “I’ve craved you every day.”
My mind knew we were trying to have a serious conversation, but whatever it was about evaporated as his hand rubbed my pussy over my clothes, his tongue and mouth traveling over my collar and neck. All it took was a few words and I was putty. My clit throbbed and my channel clenched around nothing.
Desperate for some relief, I unbuttoned my pants and started to push them off, working my shoes off as I did. “Then touch me, taste me.”
The next few seconds were a flurry of my clothes being pulled off and tossed aside. But he was still fully clothed as he knelt down, draping one of my legs over his shoulder before his warm mouth found my clit.
Bracing against the wall, I moaned as his tongue dragged through my folds. Thick fingers plunged inside as he sucked my clit. As blood rushed to my core, I struggled to keep my wobbly leg in place, but he threaded his arm under me, bracing me frombelow.
My palms flattened against the wall, seeking purchase. “Fuck, Rick. I’m gonna fall.”
