Twelve of Roses - Natalie Bennett Page 0,15

bomb off.

Every muscle in my body tensed as a white-hot heat pervaded throughout it.

I turned my head and bit down on his arm to muffle the scream that spilled from my mouth.

He let out a soft grunt, picking up his pace to the point that it hurt.

The rug beneath us viciously burned my back, rubbing the skin raw. After a few more pumps, I felt his cock swell, and his body went rigid, tripping mine into another orgasm.

Was this what normal sex felt like? If so, I needed more. When he finally pulled out of me, I immediately wanted to drag him back in, to wrap my legs around his waist and hold his dick hostage. It wasn’t until he helped me up from the floor and I adjusted my bra that what we did started to sink in.

Does he regret it?

What was I thinking?

I could feel the excess semen between my legs, running out of my tender pussy.

I tried to look anywhere but at him, searching for my shorts. There was no point in trying to wrap my head around what just happened until I was out of his room.

Con wordlessly scooped my bottoms up and handed them to me, watching me with a thoughtful regard as I quickly pulled them on.

“Do you know what this means for us?” he asked, breaking the tense silence while readjusting his pants.

That I can never look you in the eye again, and your sister will probably crucify me.

No,” I mumbled, wishing he’d just move out of the way so I could bolt from his room.

Of course, he did the total opposite of that, and stepped forward so we were once again chest to chest.

“It means you’re with me now.” He cupped my left cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

“What do you mean, I’m with you?” I questioned slowly, hearing what he was saying but not believing it.

“I didn’t think I’d be this nervous.” He laughed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Nervous about what?” Confusion had to be evident on my face. We’d just had sex on his floor; if that wasn’t an ice-breaker, what was?

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” he exhaled on a shaky breath. “You’re my girl now, Rosie. Do you understand what that means?”

I simply blinked at him, tongue-tied all over again. There was a very foolish side of me that was absolutely overjoyed at hearing those words. And then there was the logical part of me, warning that this would never work.

“Con,” I sighed dejectedly.

It was supposed to be me making unrequited confessions about my lustful obsession, not him.

Suddenly, all I wanted to do was hunt down a morning after pill and crawl into my bed. I didn’t want to be the voice of reason in this moment. It was becoming ruined and tarnished, like everything else I thought was perfect.

“I’ll make you happy, I promise,” he swore vehemently.

“Why would you—” I paused and took in the look on his face. He was being disturbingly sincere. “We don’t even know each other,” I whispered, taking a small step back.

“See, but we do.” He quickly closed the distance between us and grabbed my hands. “You came to visit your grandfather with your parents over the summer.”

He slid his arms around my waist, grabbing my ass and pulling me against him.

A little click went off in my mind as faint realization dawned. Goosebumps erupted on my flesh as his confession took residence in my head.

“That was almost four years ago.”

“I know. I’ve been waiting on you ever since. You were wearing a purple sundress.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, then brought his thumb to my trembling lips.

“You came right through the crosswalk and smiled at me. You were just as beautiful then as you are now.” He smoothed his thumb over my mouth, smiling down at me with a faraway look in his eye

I lost all ability to speak. The situation laid out before me was so ridiculous it could have been fiction. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen in real life.

My parents and I had gone to meet my grandfather at the bistro downtown.

It was my birthday dinner, the last night my parents were alive. I was only fourteen. How the hell did he remember that?

Something about that wasn’t adding up. The last time I saw him was in a courtroom. And I was certain he hadn’t been aware of me.

Right when I opened my mouth to ask for some clarification,