The Fear That Divides Us (The Devil's Dust #3)(37)

“Your classic routine is to bang me, then not talk to me for weeks at a time. Not happening anymore,” he answers, shaking his head.

I scoff and turn my head toward the spout. “How did you even get in here?” I ask, not looking at him.

“Your door wasn’t locked.”

I shake my head at his response. I must have forgotten to lock it after Addie left.

Bobby’s boots thud against the tiled floor as he makes his way toward me. I turn my gaze from the faucet to him, his hand holding a white towel.

“Bobby, get out of here,” I mutter, staring at the towel hanging loosely from his grip.

I hear him take a breath, clearly irritated by my rejection.

He drops the towel on the floor and reaches into the tub, grabbing me by the hips.

“Bobby!” I scream as he pulls me completely out of the tub, and throws me over his broad shoulder. The bubbles clinging to my skin soak his dark-colored shirt.

“Bobby! Have you lost your mind?” I yell, while he walks us into my room.

He throws me on the bed, and grabs his shirt pulling it over his head. His abs and toned chest in perfect view causes my clit to pulsate with such intensity I feel I might combust.

“You know you want it just as much as I do. Stop fighting it,” he mutters, his voice husky.

“I don’t,” I protest softly, but it’s a f*cking lie.

He slowly leans down, his fists pressing into the mattress on each side of me. His eyes hooded and mouth parted.

“The way you look at me contradicts the lies leaving your mouth, Jessica,” he whispers, his tone smooth and strong, filled with confidence.

I swallow slowly, and take a deep breath. The way my body hums for him, and the way my voice cracks when I tell him to leave, he might just be right.

“Maybe,” I whisper, my eyes trailing down his chest. He scoffs, and leans up, a smile playing his beautiful face.

He unbuttons his jeans, and pulls them down, his black boxers revealing an impressive hard on. I lick my bottom lip as I stare at it. I want to devour that thing, but not now. He slides over my body, his weight on the mattress sinking me further into his hold. His dick caresses against my inner thigh, causing me to arch my back and pant. I want to tell him no, reject him, but my body is defying me on so many levels. It’s a hopeless fight at this point.

He kisses my neck, his abrasive scruff against my skin leaving a delicious burn. His hands travel up my thighs, slowly making their way between my legs. He thumbs my clit softly, causing me to involuntarily thrust my hips upward. I feel a burn between my thighs, causing me to look up, finding Bobby a hair’s length away from my sex with his face. He smirks, and winks before I can even protest, sucking my clit into his mouth. The warmth I reached in the tub returns with an overwhelming velocity. I thrash forward with the loudest moan that’s ever left my body. I can’t even describe the sensations rushing through my core and licking up my body; it’s so intense.

“God, you’re better than I imagined,” Bobby mutters against me, making me shiver from the vibrations. I have never let Bobby do this to me. In fact, nobody has ever gone down on me before. I never felt that comfortable with someone or trusted them enough for them to dive into something so personal and intimate.

He pulls himself away, my body cooling from the loss of contact, and stands up tugging his boxers off his hips and to the floor.

“I want to eat you out all night, babe, but I have to have you now,” he admits, making me smirk.

His cock stands erect, swollen, and ready for the taking. I love Bobby’s dick. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. It angles upward just slightly, so when he f*cks me, the head always hits my g-spot perfectly. Nothing I have ever had compares to his cock, the best orgasms of my life have come from him. There is no denying that Bobby knows his way around a woman’s body, and his skill in-between the sheets is flawless.

He grabs a hold of my knees, his mouth trailing up my leg, nipping at my inner thigh, and then kissing the sting his bite leaves behind. I run my hands up my chest, tweaking my nipples, wanting more and now.

“God, you’re beautiful when you feel yourself up,” he growls. “Touch your *,” Bobby demands, clutching his cock.

I slide my tongue along my bottom lip and lower my hands from my chest down over my stomach to my clit. I circle myself causing a burst of tingles to drum through me. My core clenches, craving Bobby’s dick.

“That’s it, baby,” Bobby replies huskily, his hand sliding up and down his shaft as he sits back and watches. “Flip over,” Bobby instructs, his hands pushing on my side. My eyes snap from their lustful haze and widen with fear, my body tensing.

“What?” I ask, frazzled.

“Get on all fours,” he clarifies, his blue eyes at half-mast, heavy with want.

“Bobby, no,” I answer nervously, lifting on my elbows to sit up.

“Trust me,” he whispers, lowering himself and brushing his lips over my belly button. I turn my head away, my eyes landing on my closet. The closet that holds my past. I want to move forward, and Bobby is the only person in the world who I trust to help me do it.

I push off my elbows, and turn myself onto all fours, my body on full display for Bobby to see, for him to do what he wants. My body vibrates with tension, my heart picking up its pace. I close my eyes and see Travis flash before me. His angry eyes stare at me while I’m on my hands and knees trying to hold in my sobs as he paces the floor with a whip.