Invincible(37)

As I moved her to the bedroom she let out little purring moans.

It was driving me mad.

I was hard as f*ck by the time I got her to the bed. My dick pressed to my jeans, like it was time to come out and play. This feeling was going beyond attraction and teetering on some kind of weird addiction.

I placed Rose down to the bed but her hands didn’t slip away. She held there and her eyes fluttered a little.

“It’s okay, sweetie.”

“Thank you, Wes,” she whispered. “For saving me.”

I gritted my teeth even harder and nodded, even though she couldn’t really see me.

“Get sleep.”

“Soon…”

One of her hands grabbed for mine. She placed it to her breast, thrusting her chest up, moaning with her eyes shut. She bit her bottom lip, making my cock swell even more. Her hand tugged at mine, guiding right down between her legs. There both our hands rested for a few seconds before she took her hand from mine. Her fingers grabbed at the top of her pants and she pushed.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“Yes, Wes. I need… you…”

My hand came up and touched her lower belly. I slid down into her pants and felt the smooth curve of her body. It gave way to her soft and wet folds. The second I touched her she cried out. Her legs bent and her heels dug into the bed. She rocked her hips, demanding me.

Two fingers explored the silky feel of her body. Bottom to top, opening her gently before plunging two fingers into her. I dug deep, hard, twisting my fingers as I felt her throb against my touch. When I pulled my fingers out she moved with me, breathing heavier.

There was no talking. There were no sounds other than her labored breathing. Her hands grabbed at the sheets, white knuckled. Her lower half lifted a few inches off the bed. She suppressed her cries by biting her lip harder. It was like we were supposed to be quiet so we didn’t get caught. It made it even sexier… watching Rose’s beautiful body twist and writhe with pleasure. Her curvy hips rocking left to right. Her powerful legs kicking and thrusting her * against my touch. A woman that knew how she wanted it… and me, the man who knew how to f*cking give it to her.

I slid my fingers along her *, way down on her, touching anything I wanted. My thumb came forward and I pressed the nub of her clit. Making circles sent Rose into overdrive. Her stomach lifted and lowered faster by the second. One of her hands released its fierce hold on the sheets and she grabbed my wrist.

I grinned, watching her try to control me. Her hand unable to wrap around my wrist. Her strength there but nowhere near enough to stop me or move me. Not that she wanted me to move; she wanted my thumb right there.

I gently brought my fingers up and slipped back inside her. The warmth of her sheathing my fingers left me sucking in a deep breath. Goddamn, it took all my will not to rip my cock out of my jeans and f*ck her right there. But the sight was too good. Far too beautiful. Like I was being let to see something I wasn’t supposed to. A split second of happiness and a sense of being lucky.

Me. Lucky.

I was invincible, not lucky. I took my hits, loved my scars, and always won my battles.

The thing was, even with my fingers f*cking Rose’s sweet * into an explosive orgasm that had her hands above her head, gripping the sides of the pillow to her face, she was the one winning the battle here. With her body, her beauty, and what she was showing me of her pretty heart.

I leaned against the bed and slid my thumb up from her clit. I rested it against her soft skin as she continued to rock her hips. Her insides were throbbing, aching for more attention. The scent of her body rose up to me, leaving my lips thirsty and my mouth bone dry. I wanted to f*cking devour her.

But Rose’s head was to the side. Her eyes shut and then closed. Pieces of her hair fell across her face, so random, yet painting a scene that would forever be etched into my heart like two lover’s carving their initials into a tree. Her hands rested above her head. Her shirt up above her belly button. Her bottom half completely exposed.

I took my hand away from her body. I stood tall, balling my hands into fists. My cock throbbed in my jeans. This was unheard of. Me… Wes… pleasuring some f*cking woman and just letting it end right there? Not a chance in hell.

Tonight was a night of some serious firsts.

I grabbed the blanket and pulled it up over Rose’s body. I leaned down and smelled her hair, but didn’t kiss her. I couldn’t let shit get too serious. I couldn’t mislead her. Maybe she felt something for me - maybe the same thing I felt for her - but she couldn’t love me. I wasn’t meant to be loved.

Plus, she said it herself… there was a lot more bloodshed and death to come.

And that’s what I thought about with a gun on my lap as I sat against the bedroom door, guarding the cabin.

Guarding the most beautiful woman I had ever met.





23.


(Rose)



I woke half naked in bed.

I was shocked, but only for a second, because I remembered what I had done the night before. Something had snapped in me. Sleeping so peacefully and then having Wes’s massive, rock hard hands and arms lift me up. Carrying me to the bedroom, my hands around his neck, my nose flooded with the scent of his skin. That mix of man, sweat, knowing he had been outside hours before fighting a man with a gun.

Whatever it was, something just attacked me. When he placed me down on the bed, I needed him. I wanted him. I craved his touch worse than anything ever in my life. I never acted boldly like that before, but Wes brought out a wild side that I couldn’t control. Especially when I was half asleep, half spaced out.