Weekend Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #1)(24)
She flashed him a seductive grin, before doing a cannon ball off the end of the dock into the water. Pleasure filled him, and maybe even a little pride. This woman was unlike anyone he had ever been with. She was proud and driven, with a witty intelligence that kept him on his toes but then, she would do something so off the wall like jump into a pond naked, knocking him to his knees. She rose up nearly silently from the water like a sea nymph, water running down her face, and her brown hair slicked back on her head. Those wide dark brown eyes met his, and she wiggled her finger in invitation.
“Come on in, Rogan, the water’s warm.”
He didn’t hesitate any longer, stripping his clothes off while he walked toward the sexiest woman alive. Dropping apparel here and there, he managed to be down to his skin by the time he reached the edge of the dock. Taking a page out of her book, he cannonballed into the water next to her knowing it would splash her, and hoping when he rose up she wouldn’t be pissed.
The smile on Rachel’s face was electrifying as he inhaled fresh air and made his way to her side. Without a word, he pulled her against him and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips. Kicking off with his lower body, he swam them closer to the bank, not stopping until his feet hit the sandy bottom. Here was perfect. Here he had a stable base so he could gain momentum and rock this woman’s world.
She was one step ahead of him, capturing his mouth in a desperate kiss that drew his balls up tight. Her thigh muscles were stronger than he expected and he groaned deeply when she lifted up and sank down onto his hard cock. They were united. Two pieces of one whole, meshed together in the water, writhing against each other in passion. It was mind-blowing.
Using one hand to brace her neck so she couldn’t pull away from his mouth, he used the other to guide her hips in his preferred rhythm, and then he made love to her. With every touch, stroke, and lick, they climbed higher up the mountain of desire. He didn’t release her lips until she started to tremble in his arms, and when he did, he was rewarded with a loud moan and his own name in her sweet, sexy voice.
“Come for me, love. Give it to me!” He thrust into her while pulling her hips down at the same time, giving them both the ultimate contact possible, and she exploded around him. Her scream carried on the wind, and his yell echoed behind it. Cum shot out of him, heating them both, and making her pu-ssy much more slippery. Slippery. That word—that thought—brought him around like ice water on a flame.
“Oh fu-ck! Rachel, honey, don’t freak out okay. The condom is gone.”
“The condom is gone.”
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The condom? What?
It took a couple of seconds for Rachel to process Rogan’s words, but when they settled, they were a heavy weight in her heart.
“You’re joking, right,” she whispered, staring into his worried eyes.
“Rach, I’m sorry! It must have slipped off when I jumped in, and I was just too focused on you to realize it.” Rogan really looked miserable. His brown eyes were wide and nervous, and his hands clutched at her hips in a death grip. Every muscle in his body was taut with anxiety as he waited for her reaction.
She wasn’t sure what her reaction should be. It was an accident, not something done deliberately, yet it could cause detrimental consequences for both of them. Her stomach twisted as she imagined being pregnant with Rogan’s baby. A miracle and a tragedy all in one blow. The knowledge she was on birth control soothed her but didn’t completely eliminate the fear.
This was only temporary. One weekend. Forty-eight hours of hot, dirty sex with four brothers and then everyone went their separate ways…so why did her heart suddenly hurt at the thought of leaving tomorrow? She didn’t doubt for a second that Rogan would be a great dad, and would want a part in his child’s life, but how would his three brothers feel?
“I’m on birth control. I’m sure we’re alright. No more accidents though, m’kay?” She forced a smile to her lips as he sighed with relief.
“Thank God. I promise, it won’t happen again, love.”
Rachel knew he intended his words to sound comforting, but instead they burned in her chest. Did he have to sound so relieved? Clearly she needed to keep the temporary status of this relationship front and center in her brain because Rogan was not interested in permanence. The idea of her getting pregnant nearly sent him into an apoplectic fit. No, it was for the best that she have her fun now and then pack her bags tomorrow and leave the Brooks brothers behind.
“Let’s head back to the house, your brothers are probably wondering what happened to us.” She gave him a fleeting kiss before she disengaged herself from his body and made her way onto the bank.
There was nothing to dry off on, so she forced her clothes on over her wet skin, grimacing as her jeans chaffed against the raw scrape on her lower back. As erotic as it was to be taken against a tree, she now felt the fantasy was grossly exaggerated. She would likely have a bruise there for weeks. A black and blue reminder of what was, and what could never be.
Rogan climbed out of the pond beside her and began to dress. When they were both put back together, he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. “Thank you, love. That was one of the most memorable moments of my life.”
She giggled at his gallantry, “The look on your face when I jumped in the water was priceless. Now, let’s go. I didn’t realize we had been out here so long, but my stomach is growling.”