His beautiful blue eyes brighten. He leans down and kisses me earnestly. It’s a kiss that sears like a branding and that makes me swoon. A kiss that promises a future. Heat licks along my spine as he pulls my leg up and hooks it around his lean hips. I can feel him hard against my entrance. My skin is super sensitive. My body burns with need.
“I love you too,” he says, before he pushes inside. The contact makes my eyes drift closed. My back arches off the mattress as I stretch to accommodate his wide girth. He groans, and itcomes from deep within his chest, which does crazy things to my insides.
Thrusting deep and slow, he works me. He leans down, capturing my nipple in his mouth, greedily swirling his tongue, teasing and tasting. My head spins. It feels so good. He kisses me again, and I’m met with a demanding tongue. This isn’t just hot, passionate sex. It’s more than just physical—it’s a connection and a way of pouring our feelings into every touch... every kiss.
As he picks up pace, I match his rhythm. My nails digging into his back only increases his speed. Every slam of his hips, every punishing stroke of his cock drives me closer to orgasm. Over and over again he pounds into me. I moan. “Oh, Rage.”
“Fuck, Rose. You feel so good.” His voice is rough and unrestrained, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
We race toward the end together. Our bodies slap together, the bed creaks, our heavy breathing gets louder until I detonate and my world is turned into brilliant colors. I have never come so hard or for so long. Everything with him is just so good. It’s raw, intense, and powerful. He follows me over the edge with a long drawn-out groan.
The tip of his nose runs up my clammy neck, where he places one more lingering kiss, making me tremble. He gives me an indecent satisfied grin. “You’re incredible,” he says. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to look any prettier than you already were.”
I smile back. My chest feels light, and I have a deep sense of being seen and valued.
His eyes are soft. “Can we stay like this forever?”
I chuckle. “I won’t say no.”
Slowly he takes my lips in a tender kiss. Such a startling gentleness considering how hard he just screwed me.
He carefully gets off me and lies on the bed, then looks down at his dick. “Shiiit.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask, concerned.
“I forgot to put a condom on. No wonder it felt so good.” He gives me a pointed look. “I blame your perfect tits and pussy.” He smirks. “Such a distraction.”
I laugh out loud. “It’s all okay, I’m on the pill.”
He exhales heavily. “I’m clean. I’ve never not used a condom before.”
That’s comforting, but secretly I’m happy I’m the first. I’m glad he didn’t freak out. He’s a good man, one with flaws, but he’s trying to do better... for me, and that’s what matters.
SIXTEEN
WHERE HAPPINESS RESIDES
Rose
I’mfull of energy today. Sex and a decent sleep in Rage’s arms have me on cloud nine. I’m a bit sore down below, but it’s a pleasant ache. While he goes outside with the men to clean their bikes, I’m in the spare room getting some more work done on Milly’s wedding ring. I’m carving the leaves, each one individually, shaping them up, adding fine detail to their edges, then shaping them into a ring. It’s coming along just beautifully. It’s a timeless piece.
My thoughts go to last night. The sex was hot. I loved that he was as desperate for me as I was for him. The emotion he shared when telling me he loved me was special and something I’ll never forget.
Even though I went against my own word by getting into a relationship with Rage before fully reaching my goals, I’ve decided not to lose myself in it. But I need to keep striving toward my goals, so after a few hours of work, I change into my workout clothes—a matching sports bra and three-quartertights, with a loose singlet layered on top. Pulling my hair back into a ponytail, I feel a renewed sense of determination.
When I look in the mirror, I’m glowing. I’ve changed so much since I first got to the clubhouse; I’m smiling, my eyes are brighter. I go down the stairs and out the front in search of Rage. My heart races.
Rage looks up like he can sense my presence. His eyes shamelessly roam my body, and with a wolfish grin, he throws the cloth over the bucket and rushes toward me. His arms wrap around me and he pulls me close as his lips press against mine in a firm kiss.
The catcalling from the men and the clapping makes me pull back, my cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. Rage and I smile at each other. “Have you finished cleaning your bike yet? Can you teach me how to use the equipment in the gym?”
He gives me a cheeky look. “Anything for you, my sexy cougar.”
We go inside and through the clubhouse and out the back to the gym. There’s cardio equipment at the front, machines around the outside of the room, and a boxing area at the back.
His lips quirk into a half smile.
“What?” I ask, raising a brow.
