“Or if you’ve already had your fill…”
I say nothing, instead taking hold of his shoulders. I start to rut my hips against his thigh, the friction to die for. I hum, keeping my lips and eyes shut tight.
That’s when Rosier purrs, “Look at me.”
I shut my eyes even tighter.
Rosier grabs my chin and repeats, putting emphasis on every word, “Look. At. Me.”
My eyes flutter open, and Rosier releases my face to grab my hips, forcing me to grind faster and harder against his thigh. I can’t hold back my pleasure, gasps accentuated by little cries. I make sure to keep my focus on Rosier, hypnotized by his eyes, by his blinding white grin, by the way his curls frame his face.
My panties are completely soaked. Before I know it I’m on the edge, gripping his shoulders like they’ll keep me from falling. My breath hitches, and an embarrassingly high pitched whine leaves my lips as my body flushes with warmth.
Rosier strokes my arm. “There. Feeling better?”
“I…” I wish I could snap at him with some witty retort, but my brain is much too fuzzy for that right now. Plus it would be a lie. I do feel better, even if I am in the same bad situation. “I feel good,” I admit. “Um, one second…”
I slide off his thigh, and he doesn’t stop me.
I go to my bedroom and shut the door before going to my full-length mirror. I turn around, arching my neck over my shoulder. My rear is the perfect shade of purple and red, clearly irritated. I run a hand along my curves, skin still hot, feeling little welts bubble against my skin. I breathe, elated and excited in a way I haven’t been for so long. I know I enjoy this but it always felt shameful.
That’s not a problem this time.
CHAPTERELEVEN
MINNIE
Not wantingRosier to get any ideas about what I'm doing, I grab one of my oversized tee-shirts and slip it on before returning to the living room. As soon as I open the door, Leaf runs out from underneath my bed and into Rosier’s lap. He starts attacking the thigh I just humped.
“Hey!” Rosier scolds while my other cheeks grow red hot. He grabs Leaf by the scruff and drops him on the floor. Leaf hops right back up, entertained by this new game.
I force myself to laugh, and Rosier turns to me. He looks so… unfazed as if we’d just been sitting and chatting instead of him swatting my ass.
“It’s getting late…” I swallow, but it doesn’t help my next words sound any more confident. “Goodnight!”
I shut the door much too hard.
As I lay in bed, there’s a hollow feeling in my stomach. I know I don’t want to be alone, but my only option is the big devil sleeping on my couch. Or Leaf, but I don’t think he’s really the type to cuddle, what with how he bounces off the walls like he’s made of rubber. My hand reaches out and touches the pillow next to me. I can’t think of the last time someone has made me finish and they haven’t slept over. Actually I don’t think it’s ever happened. I’m too much a sap to let people leave after sex.
I sit up in bed, feeling childish as I call out. “Rosie?”
“Don’t call me that infantile name,” he demands through the door. “What could you possibly want?”
“Can you come in?”
There is a moment of silence. “You’re allowing me entry into your chambers now?”
“Yes,” I tell him. The door starts to open and I add a caveat, “But you’re not allowed to go through my stuff.”
This doesn’t stop Rosier from opening the door and taking a single step inside.
He’s naked again, wearing my floral bonnet. He crosses his arms over his broad tan chest and looks at me, expectantly. I swallow a lump in my throat and find it hard to meet his eyes. I start fiddling with one of my sheets.
“Can you… Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?”
The mattress shifts as Rosier climbs onto the edge, but he doesn’t crawl close enough to lay beside me. His eyes narrow, like an animal stalking its prey. “What brought this on?”
“I don’t usually… have sex with people randomly.”
