Page 111 of My Rose

She blinked up at me like I’d become insane. Perhaps I had. “I will always love you, Briggs Andrews. Forever.”

Madness, disastrous, catastrophic—that’s what we were. But we were also so much more. She’d choose me no matter what, and that’s all I needed. No matter what happened—she was my world, and I was hers.

Just. Hers.

“Fuck, the way you look at me—” I couldn’t finish the sentence before I shoved my cock into her mouth with a hard thrust. “That’s it, baby, breathe through your nose like I taught you.” She obliged, her eyes watering as I slowly thrust my hips, giving her a little more each time I repeated the move. “That’s my good girl.” I reached a hand to her cheek, caressing her soft skin where they hollowed.

After a few more slow thrusts, my cock began to pulse. I pulled out, denying myself the release as I leveled my hips above hers. I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip before bending to kiss her, my desire for her never diminishing. Rose’s brows pinched together as I stared down at her, calming my breaths. Whatever was on her mind—she kept to herself.

I kissed the edge of her collarbone. “I wanted you like this,” I whispered, hooking my forearm under her knee and driving into her with ease. “You’re so wet for me, little viper.”

“Always,” she said as her hands strained to move—to touch me.

“Tell me how I make you feel.”

She gasped as I pushed in deeper. “Appreciated. Loved.” I withdrew, waiting for her to continue. “Admired. Empowered.” She gasped as I thrust in once more, her eyes searching mine. “Like I’m the most important thing in the world to you.” My chest swelled along with my cock as I thrust into her, then withdrew slowly, letting her feel what she was doing to me.

“That’s because you are, baby girl.” Using my thumb, I rubbed her throbbing clit until her walls pulsed around me, and our eyes locked as her lips parted. “You are all of that and so much more.” I captured her lips with mine, sliding my tongue in as I drove into her, chasing my release.

“Here’s another one with her, I think.” Rose passed me a photo with the edge of a blonde woman barely in the corner.

I nodded. “Looks like her. From what I remember.” I stared at it a bit longer, wondering if it was the same woman who coaxed Stanley to come after my woman. My mother saved herself, but going after my entire world—it didn’t make sense.

Rose leaned back, resting in the crook of my uninjured shoulder. We’d taken a shower and continued our morning like I hoped every morning would go, surprisingly hearing no questions about where I went in the middle of the night. Her peaceful scent washed over me as I passed her back the photo. And then all peace was lost as Jasmine burst in through our bedroom door.

“Good afternoon, lovebirds.” She smirked at Rose. “Are you both hungry? Digging through that box looks super unfun.”

My eyes locked on Rose, my fingers wrapping around her hair. “I could eat.”

Jasmine scoffed. “Ew, really? I’ll just leave.”

“You’ve been in our house for too long, don’t you think?” I glared at her, Rose matching my stare. Turns out my little viper wasn’t afraid to tell her best friend where to shove it, either. Even if she did it silently.

Jasmine took a seat at the edge of our bed, her eyes narrowing on me. “I’m here for my best friend, not you.”

“Min,” Rose started, her tone rising. “He’s right. Aren’t you guys getting tired of waiting around here with us?”

“Waiting for a crazy psychopath who’s out for your blood all over some twisted revenge or idea that you can take away all of his money and ruin his business? Yeah, not getting tired of making sure you’re okay.”

“We told you, Minnie. We don’t think I was the target as much as my mother was.”

“That’s not how I see it. He tried to kill you as a kid and then shot you on the roof after telling you that you belonged beneath him.”Jasmine’s eyes roamed over the way I was holding Rose. “If you guys weren’t so clearly in love, I’d be convincing you to end this and run away to some foreign country with me.”

I thrummed my fingers along Rose’s skin, picturing my cum between her thighs. “You’re right. I tried to tell her to stay away from me. But I think you and I both know how much Rose decides to do whatever she wants, regardless of what she’s told.” Like wearing the plug. My Rose hated following orders, and once Dean and I worked through what we’d discussed the night before, I’d take Rose down to our special little room and remind her of a few things—if she stayed.

“Yeah, you leaving the diner that day is starting to make a lot more sense. I should have had Dean take her home with us instead.” Rose picked up one of the many throw pillows she had decorated the bed with and threw it at her friend’s head. Finally, the damn things served a purpose. “Hey!” Jasmine shouted, both girls giggling—a tiny sliver of happiness amongst all the bad she’d been subjected to because she still chose to love me through it all. “Have you talked to your grandparents at all?”

“After we sent them that ridiculously expensive getaway package for Christmas?” Rose arched her brow up at me. “No. They seem happily oblivious and very safe, though I don’t think a month-long getaway was needed.”

“Can’t be too careful. Not when it comes to you.” I tried to convince Rose that we should take our own trip, but after rummaging through her box on more than one occasion, she was reluctant to leave it all behind. She wanted answers just as much as I did, buther safety hung in the balance, and now that I knew someone was coming for her…

“I’m almost surprised I don’t have a tracker under my skin yet.” Jasmine and I remained silent until Rose’s jaw popped open, her hand lightly tapping my chest in a mock slap. “You didn’t.”

Jasmine swiped a hand through her hair. “I told him he should.” She shrugged. “Makes me feel safer having one.” And after last night, I felt zero remorse.

“You weren’t kidding about what Dean—oh my God. I can’t believe you. When?”

I leaned in close, brushing my nose along the top of her head. God, she smelled so fucking good. “You’re a heavy sleeper.”

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