Page 8 of Red Rose Cupcake

He leans over me, his mouth next to my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “You ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I gasp, desperate for more.

I feel his cock slowly push inside me, stretching me as he fills me. It’s a delicious torture, and I can’t help but moan, my body craving more.

He pulls out slowly, teasing me, then slams back in, hitting just the right spot to send me over the edge. My body shudders with pleasure as the orgasm washes over me.

Knox keeps going, fucking me hard and fast, his fingers digging into my hips. I can feel another orgasm building, and I lose myself in the sensation, forgetting everything else.

It’s just me and him, and the pleasure we’re giving each other.

When he finally comes, it’s with a roar, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills the condom. And I can’t help but think that I’ll never get enough of this. Of him.

We collapse on the bed, breathing hard, our bodies still joined. I can feel the sticky wetness of my juices dripping down my thighs, but I don’t care.

All I know is that I want more. I want everything Knox has to offer.

* * *

The room smells like sex and our mingled scents. There’s a comfortable silence between us, like we’ve crossed some line and there’s no going back now.

Knox turns his head, his green eyes locking on mine, a small smile playing at the corner of his tempting lips. “You good?”

I nod, still catching my breath, feeling the delicious ache in my body from what we just did. “Yeah… more than good.”

He grins, leaning to press a soft kiss to my temple. “Please, stay.”

I blink, surprised at the offer. I wasn’t expecting him to ask me to stay, but the warmth in his voice makes it clear this isn’t just a casual thing for him. Not anymore.

“I’ll think about it,” I say, teasing him a little, but the truth is, I don’t want to leave. Not yet.

Knox chuckles, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me against him.

Chapter 6

KNOX

It’s only been a couple of days since that night with Rosie, and she’s all I can think about. Every time I close my eyes, I see her—soft, dark skin against mine, her breathy moans filling my ears. I’ve been with many women before, but this? It feels different. She’s under my skin in a way I can’t shake, and honestly? I don’t want to.

The way she moves, the way she looks at me with those big brown eyes, full of curiosity and heat—I’m fucking hooked. I knew from the moment I touched her I wasn’t letting her go. And now? I’m more certain than ever. She’s it for me.

I sit at the bar in O’Malley’s, my uncle’s Irish bar, downtown Monterey, swirling my glass as I stare at the crowd. Uncle Tommie’s behind the bar, cleaning up. My mind’s miles away—back in my bed, with her soft body wrapped around mine.

“You quiet,” my cousin Ryan says, sliding into the stool next to mine. I can already tell from the smirk on his face that he’s about to get on my case. “Who’s got you all wrapped up?”

I take a sip of my drink, not bothering to deny it. “Her name’s Rosie.”

Ryan leans back, grinning like he’s just hit the jackpot. “Rosie, huh? What’s her story?”

“She’s smart. Strong. Sexy as hell.” I pause, my mind drifting back to how her body felt under my hands. “And she’smine.”

Ryan raises an eyebrow. “Yours, huh? Sounds serious.”

“Yeah,” I say, my voice low, certain. “It is.”

Before he can tease me any further, Uncle Tommie comes over, wiping his hands on a towel. He gives me that look—the one that says he’s about to dish out some life advice, whether I want it or not. “You got somethin’ on your mind, son?”

I glance around the bar. The familiar scent of wood polish fills the air, conversation and laughter echoing around me. It’s comfortable. Safe. But tonight, all I can think about is Rosie.

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