The Randy Romance Novelist(23)

“How am I affecting our night? Because I won’t have sex with you right now? Jesus, Rosie, I just ate you out twenty minutes ago and had sex with you twice this morning. How much more do you want?”

Taken aback by his tone, I sat up and pulled away from him. I could tell he immediately regretted what he said because he tried to wrap his arm back around me, but I didn’t let him.

“I didn’t know I was bothering you with wanting you. I guess I thought men liked it when their women came on to them. I won’t do it again.” I crossed my arms and sat on the opposite end of the couch. I was being a complete brat, but I didn’t care; he hurt my feelings, and frankly, I didn’t know how else to react.

Instead of “chasing” after me like I thought he would, he huffed out his frustration, went to the kitchen, grabbed another beer, and then sat back down on his side of the couch, ignoring me completely.

A foreign emotion started to settle in, an emotion I’d never felt before. Rejection, it hurt, BIG TIME.

Tears watered in my eyes and my throat began to clog up with all the pent-up embarrassment and anger I was feeling. This was so stupid. I was getting angry because my boyfriend didn’t want to have sex with me for the fourth time in one day. What kind of sex-crazed lunatic was I?

Not letting Henry see my tears, I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and sent Delaney a text.



Rosie: Why am I so horny?



A lone tear fell down my face as I sent the text message. What was wrong with me? The movie played in the background while I waited for Delaney to text back. It felt like an hour before she replied to me, when in fact it was only a few minutes.



Delaney: Why would you even ask me that question? I have no clue, maybe because you’ve suppressed yourself from the penis for twenty plus years and now that you’ve had it shoved up your hole you can’t get enough?



That was a possibility, but did people really go this crazy after sex?



Rosie: I want to hump his face every chance I get.



Delaney: He’s that good at going down? Huh, I would have thought he was more of a pumper rather than an eater.



Rosie: I don’t know what that means, but he’s good at everything.



Delaney: Pumper, as in he’s good at placing his pastry bag inside your donut hole and moving it in and out until you’re completely glazed. If you don’t know what an eater is, then we can’t be friends.



Rosie: Oh, well, he’s good at everything, like really good. Like there hasn’t been a time that I haven’t orgasmed.



Delaney: Good for you. Now, can I get back to watching my man strip for me with scarves?



Rosie: Derk performs naked scarf dances for you?



Delaney: Rosie, the boy will do anything I ask of him. Have a good night.



Annoyed, I tossed my phone back on the coffee table, which drew Henry’s attention.

“You done ignoring me?” he asked.

“Excuse me? I’m not ignoring you. You’re ignoring me!”

“Am I? Because the way I see it, you threw a temper tantrum because I wouldn’t have sex with you, moved away from me, and started texting your friend about it.”

“You won’t tell me what’s going on at work,” I shot back, knowing he was completely right about me, but not wanting to admit it.

Henry turned toward me with one leg bent on the couch. “I don’t want you to have to worry about work. There’s just been some changes that were made and I’m adjusting to them, that’s all.”

“Bad changes?” I asked, concerned.

“Different changes. Like I said, nothing to worry about, okay?”

Knowing he wouldn’t budge on the conversation, I nodded. “Okay.”

He studied me for a second before holding out his hand to me. “Come here, love. I need to feel your body on mine.”

Needing him as well, I allowed him to pull me into his arms. He moved on the couch so both his legs were now propped up on the cushions and he was parallel with the television. He guided me on top of his lap and then rested his hands on my hips.

“What am I going to do with you, Rosie?”

My hair fell forward, and he pushed it behind my ears so he could see me better. He then ran his hand from my cheek, down the front of the shirt I was wearing, where he undid the rest of the buttons, exposing my naked stomach. Exploring, he moved his hand along the side of my breasts, teasing my sensitive skin until both his hands rested on my bare hips.

His eyes grew heavy as he studied my exposed skin. I could feel him starting to harden under me, and I couldn’t help but get excited, knowing what was to come.

Not wanting him to stop, I ran my hands up his stomach, past his pecs, and up his neck until I cupped his cheeks. Leaning forward, I pressed my chest against his and brought my lips to his, where I opened mine wide enough for him to slip his tongue inside. Reading what I wanted, his tongue met mine, where they danced in the middle.

My body heated up instantly, an inferno building up deep in my core. Thankfully, Henry moved his hands from my hips up to my shoulders, where he pulled the shirt off me so I was completely naked. He got rid of the shirt and quickly found my breasts with his hands, and he tweaked my nipples with his dexterous fingers, squeezing until I yelped in his mouth.