while preparing my reasons for wanting to go with them.
“Actually, I think the smartest thing for us to do is bring you along,” Rogue answered with a shrug. “I’m not leaving you alone. What if he tries to get you while we’re all preoccupied? Johnny Jack is naturally suspicious. I wouldn’t put it past him to have a back up plan in place to try to get you.”
I blinked at him in surprise. “So just like that, you’re gonna let me go?”
I looked at Luis, who was unbuttoning his Smith Academy shirt to put on a black cotton tee.
“Yeah,” Rogue answered.
“You’re not gonna go all caveman protective on me? Lock me up? Do some ridiculous scheming to push me away?" I asked.
"Nope," Rogue said, a bit roughly.
It was stupid, but I felt myself deflate a bit. I had been preparing for a fight since we were at Stephanie’s house, assuming that Rogue wouldn’t want to risk me going with them after the incident with Rocco. His answer was surprising to say the least.
I shook my head at myself and laughed. “I’m so fucked up,” I muttered under my breath, nearly slapping myself when I realized I’d said that outloud. Looking around, I blushed at the smirk Godfrey was wearing. Yep. He knew what I’d been thinking.
"What?" Rogue asked, looking confused.
“She wanted you to put up a fight. Kinky little thing,” Godfrey answered for me while Luis snickered.
Yeah, I’d become a bit addicted to the fighting and fucking that Rogue and I had going on. So what?
At Godfrey’s answer, Rogue’s eyes darkened on mine and took on a hungry look. “Is that right, Scar?” he asked, moving to stalk toward me, the hint of a gleam in his eyes at what Godfrey was insinuating.
My breath quickened as he closed in on me. “Maybe.”
He cupped my neck and pulled me close. I breathed in the smell of his cologne, the spicy scent making me salivate. Dropping his head forward, he looked me in the eye, his hooded stare making me melt at his feet. This thing between us was like fucking gravity. It pulled me down to him every single time. “You want me to put up a fight?” he asked in a low, husky tone that made me curl my toes.
“Maybe?”
“Maybe you should fucking give me a real answer.” I practically purred at his smoky voice.
“Yes.” The word escaped me like a breath.
Rogue braced his hands on my ass before bending and hoisting me over his shoulder. I accidentally flashed Bonham, Luis, and Godfrey my black lace thong, but they were too busy laughing at our hot little display to comment on it.
Rogue had us out of the room and took the stairs two at at time, jostling me against his back, but I was getting off on his caveman grunts too much to care. He kicked open his bedroom door and tossed me on his mattress in the next second. My breathing rattled as I watched him reach behind his head and pull off the navy shirt he was wearing in a teasingly slow movement. Licking my lips, I trailed his tattoos with my eyes while dipping my fingers beneath my skirt to tease myself at the sight of his body. I was already buzzing from lust. It didn’t take much for Rogue to get me going.
“That right there, is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever see,” Rogue said, zeroed in on my dancing fingers. I moved them along the edge of my panties where my skirt had pushed up. Sure that my cheeks were flushed, I arched my back to let him know that I wanted his body pressed onto mine. My mouth parted on a shaky exhale as I pressed a finger over my clit, moaning as he watched me and kicked off his pants and boxers. His cock sprung free, and I licked my lips, enjoying the view of his muscled body and the V that led to his impressive dick that was hard and waiting for me.
Another time, when we had more time, I’d make him watch me. Tell him he couldn’t touch until I came. Make him wait for me.
“You’d better be sure, Scar,” he said, fisting himself and making me groan. “This is serious, and I’d lock you in this room and never fucking let you leave if I thought it would protect you,” he said as he made his way over to the bed and stood above me. He yanked the skirt from