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With as little fanfare as possible, she sheathed him and sat on his cock. Her dress spread out around them, obscuring them. If it weren’t for Leo’s reaction, probably no one would have known they were fucking.
Her pussy was still throbbing from her orgasm, and it felt so good to have him hard and rough inside her. She moved slowly, grinding. Other people were watching them, but she didn’t want to look away from Leo’s face. His pleasure seemed excruciating.
He buried his face in her sweaty neck. The world melted away as Leo fell to pieces in her arms.
“Can I?” he begged. “Please, Rosie, can I?”
“Yes.” She kissed his temple, his ear, the curve of his neck. “Yes.”
“Oh fuck.”
His cock pulsed as he came inside her, and she felt triumphant. She’d stripped this wonderful man down to sensation. He’d given her gratification and love, and she’d returned it. This was so much better than she’d anticipated. It was more than she’d expected when they’d agreed to that silly sex list. It felt inevitable and incredible andhonest. Like they’d become their truest selves in each other’s arms.
Chapter Thirteen
The stars winkedthrough the slats of the pergola, and Leo wanted to drown in them. His body was tired and sated.
Rosie gave him a kiss, swung herself off his lap, and informed him that she needed to pee and find her antibiotics because “she refused to get a UTI after the best night of sex ever.”
Leo laughed and went to clean himself up. A lot of the remaining partygoers had paired off, so Robin’s house was mostly quiet. He found his way to his favorite part of Robin’s backyard. It was this huge U-shaped cushioned bench overlooking the bluff and surrounded by plush green grass. There were small solar lamps planted around the base of the bench and strings of lights in the trees nearby. He couldn’t see the river. The gulf below was pure darkness. It felt beautiful and dangerous. The bluff’s edge gave him that itchy feeling, the one that pushed him to jump in his truck and race toward the next exciting thing. He had wondered if his newly unearthed feelings for Rosie would stem that flood. They hadn’t, but the impulse was different now. He felt the desire to fly, to search out the next muse, to run, but he wanted a tether. A home base. A connection and a soft place to land. He wanted a partner to go on adventures with, a partner to call at the end of the day. He wanted Rosie. She was the piece of his heart that he would always return to.
She found him a few minutes later. She was barefoot, and her hair glowed golden in the moonlight.
“How you doing, sweetness?” he asked her, pitching his voice deep and silly.
She laughed, that laugh he loved, the one that was so rare. “Oh, I’m fabulous.”
She curled up on his lap, and he pressed his face into her hair. She smelled like honey and sex. It was intoxicating.
“Want to talk about it?”
“About what?” she asked.
“The fact that you just had sex with five people.”
“Was that how many there were?”
He chuckled. She seemed so unbothered by it, which was good. He didn’t want her to regret it.
“It was amazing. I …” She shook her head. “Having you there made it extraordinary. It was special.”
“It was. You are.”
She sighed, a deep contented thing that settled his fears. She might want this to be only a summer fling, but he was willing to let those concerns drift away on the wind.
A whisper of footsteps sounded behind them. Leo could tell it was Dean. He recognized the gait, and he couldn’t imagine anyone else seeking him out. Dean usually sought him out.
Dean smiled at Leo gently, but there was a tinge of sadness there. He was shirtless and had claw marks on his chest.
“Hi, you two,” Dean said. Rosie’s head snapped up. She evidently hadn’t realized they’d attracted a visitor.
“Hello.” Rosie sat up straight. Dean seemed a little wary, like he wasn’t sure if he was welcome. Rosie reached a hand out to him and he took it, relief stark on his face.
He plopped down next to Leo, sprawling his long legs out, and the three of them rested in silence. On the horizon, dozens of amateur fireworks shows played out. Some farther away than others, nothing more than distant sprays of light.
After a few minutes, Rosie glanced at Dean, and Leo followed her gaze. Dean’s eyes were closed, like he was asleep.
She started to whisper in Leo’s ear, telling him all the things she still wanted to try. All the ways he turned her on. He shifted, need rushing through him at her words, at her fantasies. When she asked Leo if he was on board, he nodded.
