Page 49 of UnScripted

“Dev,” he moans claiming my lips. I sigh, mouth opening for his kiss feeling his hard length urgently pressing into me.

“Stay with me tonight,” he asks, eyes reflecting the moonlight.

“I thought you wanted to take it slow?”

“Fuck slow,” he growls, hands cupping my ass, bringing me tighter against his hard cock stuck inside his jeans.

I blow out a breath. I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, do I jump? Can I knowing we’ll both fall but the only thing that could kill us is my secret?

He senses me hesitate.

“Never mind, sugar. It’s okay. I’ll wait forever to have you.”

“God, I don’t deserve you,” I whisper cupping the side of his face. His soft beard in my palm.

“No. You’ve got it all wrong girl. An old bastard like me can’t believe I found someone like you. Come on, the night is winding down. I have a cabin on the other side of the lake. Even if we just sleep… I want to hold you. All night, even if it’s just this once.”

“How can I say no to that? Especially since there’s nothing I want more than to be with you… but Rog. I-I’m… there’s things about me that you don’t know.”

We stop swaying to the fading notes still clinging in the air around us. Both hands come up to hold my face. “I’m no prince, Dev. I’ve done bad things. But it’s not who I am. You hear, me? You get what I’m sayin’?”

I nod, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. “I’m not who my parents were. I might share their DNA but they didn’t shape who I am.”

He nods, eyes full of understanding. “You’re perfect Dev.”

“Hardly,” I laugh biting my lip.

“Well, I think you might be perfect for me.”

He slips his hand in mine and leads me through the couples still softly grinding against one another. I pause seeing Luce swept up in Smith’s arms. Her eyes are closed as she leans into him. He nods at me over the top of her head; a silent understanding between us that he’ll take care of her and keep her safe tonight.

I’m not sure where the hours ahead are going to lead, but I know I don’t want to turn back now. Rog leads me through the trail in the woods winding around the lake past a row of cabins to a solitary one nestled under huge evergreens. It’s a cozy and private, a place to make love in with no one to hear you through the thick log construction.

He gestures for me to get comfortable while he busies himself lighting a fire. A huge king four poster bed sits across the back wall. It’s made-up with thick flannel sheets and lined with rows of pillows. The light from the flames he lit throws shadows across the room. It’s then that I notice my overnight bag sitting on the floor.

“You were that sure of me, huh?”

“Nah, I was going to sleep in the bunkhouse and give you and Luce the cabin. But I won’t lie. I’m glad it’s me and you, sugar.”

He holds a hand out and I take it, moving forward on shaky legs.

“I know I promised that I’d court ya’, but it’s too much Dev. This is too much,” he gestures between us with his free hand. I nod, completely understanding what he’s saying.

He holds me close as if we’re still dancing outside under the stars. But no one can see us now. His hands come up slowly, lifting my shirt. I raise my arms for him to sweep it over my head. I’m left in my black lace bra, the light of the flames from the fire flicker over my skin. But his gaze burns blue flame as he takes me in from the waist up.

“Do you trust me, sugar?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He stills, “I need control. I need to set the pace. But most of all I need you to trust me. I’d never hurt you love, but I’m gonna do things to you—dirty, naughty things, that good girls like you can’t even think of.” He unsnaps my bra and holds it in his hands.

I gasp as he moves to stand behind me. He sweeps my hair to one side and kisses the back of my neck. My arms come out to hold the mantel. He presses up behind me. I hear his jeans fall to the floor. His warm fingers come around front to cup and mold me. He holds my sex firmly in his palm. “I own this pussy now, Dev,” he growls cupping it harder and biting my neck.

I’m combusting. The heat between us ignites.

His fingers unzip my jean shorts and he breathes deeply as his fingers boldly delve between my thighs. He pushes my soaked thong to the side, fingers moving up and down my folds. The pad of his index finger circles my clit before moving over it in lazy circles.

“Christ, Dev, you’re fuckin’ soaked for me.”

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