spine. He flicks the shirt over my head and unhooks my bra. I shimmy out of both and toss them by the pillows.
I move to unzip my skirt and Rooster closes one hand over mine. “No. Put your hands back where they were.”
Moving in closer, he pushes my skirt all the way until it’s bunched around my waist, and slowly drags my underwear down my legs. “Leave it,” he orders when I try to kick them off.
Behind me, a drawer slides open, then shut. There’s a familiar crinkling. The ticking of Rooster’s zipper. He clutches my hips again and oh-so slowly drives into me.
“Every night I’ve slept in this room I’ve been imagining fucking you just like this.”
Some sort of stuck-sheep bleat passes my lips.
He falls down over me, pinning my body to the mattress.
“Poor Shelby,” he whispers in a sexy, rough mocking tone. His beard rasps over my shoulder. “Had no idea what a dirty bastard she was gettin’ tangled up with.”
“Uh.” I twist my fingers in the comforter.
He covers my hands with one of his and slowly stretches my arms above my head, holding me down.
“Oh.” I gasp. Each thrust creates a delicious friction. Under the weight of him, I struggle to spread my legs wider and arch my back.
“You like that?” he teases. He slows ever so slightly, snaking his arm under our bodies, and gently rubs my clit. His touch is like fire and I’m ready to explode.
He picks up the tempo, pounding into me with quick, precise strokes. My stomach tightens. The electric jolt spreads from my hips to my thighs. My toes curl, and my legs shake uncontrollably. “Roost—oh my God.”
“That’s it.” He releases my hands and grabs my hip. “Oh fuck. You’re shaking.”
“Can’t stop.” My vision blurs. The angle or the way he’s pressing me into the mattress—something triggers the non-stop shock of sensation. It’s like he’s flipped some sort of electrical current to my clit.
“Keep coming,” he encourages. “Fuck, you’re strangling my cock.” Breathing hard, he stops moving, his fingers digging into my hips, pressing his pelvis into me like he’s trying to permanently fuse our lower halves together. After a few seconds, he collapses on the bed next to me with a contented groan.
My poor legs are still nothing but jelly, so I can’t do much more than roll onto my side next to him. He loosely drapes his arm over me and turns to kiss my temple. “You okay?”
“I think so,” I whisper, staring up at the soft gray ceiling. “Are you?”
He lifts up, peering down his glistening body. “My dick’s still attached. Afraid you snapped it off for a second.”
“Oh my God.” Laughter spills out of me, and I turn so I’m facing him.
He grins at me. “Come here.” He slides his hand into my hair, cupping the back of my head to drag me closer for a soft kiss. “Thanks for making my dreams come true.”
Still laughing, I snuggle even closer, running my fingers over his beard and down his chest.
He kisses my cheek and gently shifts me, so he can sit. “Let me clean up. I’ll be right back.”
While he’s gone, I strip out of my wrinkled skirt and underwear, stretching out on top of the bed, facing the bathroom.
“Oh, fuck me.” He stops in the doorway to stare.
“What?” I ask innocently, running my hand over my hip.
He waves his hand at me. “Careful, chickadee. I don’t think you can handle another round.”
Shirtless and jeans unbuttoned, he’s one very sexy man. “You’re the one who can’t handle it.”
Rooster
At some point we fell asleep. I wake and find Shelby’s golden hair spilling all over my pillows. What I wouldn’t give to wake up to this every damn day.
I glance at the clock. Probably time to get going if we want to make it upstate before dark. I pick up my phone and send Z a text asking if he needs anything from here.
Even though I set the phone back on the nightstand quietly, I sense Shelby’s breathing change. She slowly stretches and opens her eyes. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Can’t remember the last time I napped during the day.”
“Needed the rest. Your man rode you pretty hard.” I hold out my arm. “Come here.”
She scoots closer and rests her head on my chest.
“I’m not one for naps either.”
“Didn’t think you were.” She traces an aimless pattern over my chest. “So this is where you live?”
“Most of the time.”
“Where are your parents?”
Ouch, that’s a painful topic. I swallow hard. “Dead.”