Page 30 of Naughty Irish Fate
Chapter Eleven
Bronwyn
Panic twists my chest. Breath chokes my lungs. Tears sting my eyes.
I told Rooker not to give me promises. But, damn, I wanted them anyway.
“Will be back out there as soon as I can.”Words that sounded a helluva lot like a promise. A promise to someone else, one that meant leaving me and Shore Ridge.
It’s early and I wake up reaching for him. Wanting him to be there beside me. Even though I know better than to want something so damn foolish. I should want him to get on that ship of his and never come back. Because I know he’s going to go.
Rooker stayed just long enough to ruin me.
Sunlight peeks through the high windows of my loft apartment. I moved here after Paps died, unable to stay in the home I had grown up in. Too much pain and memories.
Looking around, I see bare walls and just enough furniture to call the space livable. One wall has crates of books and a few of precious pieces of memories tucked away.
It does not look like a home nor does it feel like one.
Except when Rooker is here beside me. In the moments he’s been here, I have felt a peace I never knew was possible. Panic attacks, fear, bitterness and anger, all things I clung to for so long, seem impossible when he’s with me.
Now he’s going and taking that peace with him.
Along with pieces of my heart and soul he didn’t ask for.
But, he never promised me more and for that I am thankful. Rooker gave me what he said he would, nothing more or less. He spoke last night about never wanting to leave and I believe him. I looked into his pretty eyes and saw he meant it.
In the dark, with me pinned beneath him and him deep inside me, he meant it. I am sure of that. But in the light of day with his boat waiting at the docks I know he won’t say it again. Because he won’t mean it in the light.
Climbing from the bed that smells of him—I briefly consider burning it and the entire place down like Trudi joked—I head for a shower. I hear him talking still but I don’t need to torture myself.
Just as I work my shampoo into my hair, I feel him. My body betrays me as it goes hot beneath the warm water. Large hands shove mine away as his thick arms wind around me.
“Morning, beautiful baby.” Fuck, that sweet pet name makes my thighs ache.
Rooker presses his naked body against mine, his cock slipping between my cheeks. Washing my hair—he even conditions it just the way I do—he takes care of me like I'm something precious. I expect him to bend me over beneath the spray or hoist me against the wall, but he never does.
Instead he draws out our shower until I am shaking.
Rough hands soap up and rinse off every inch of me. Comb through my hair and pile it atop my head. Massage my shoulders and my hips and even give a magical booty rub.
We take turns as we take our time. I soap my hands up and run them over the dark sexy tattoo that takes up his back. It’s a lovely spread of angel wings and I know without asking it’s for his mother.
Soon his mouth is at my skin, working over every inch he just cleaned. Gentle, teasing kisses as the water pounds down on my sensitive flesh, on fire for him. My hands slam against the tile as my ass shoves back against him.
“Rook...” I whine, glaring back at him as he smirks at me like he won something.
“Yes, my beautiful baby?” Dropping his hands, he cups my hips and lifts me just enough to let his thickness slip between my thighs.
Moaning as the delicious weight of him hits my bundle of nerves, I drop my hand between my legs. Wrapping it around him, I aim him where I want him most. Rooker drags his hips back though, refusing me.
“Just joined you to take care of you, Wyn. Nothing more.” I frown and push back more, hating that he’s refusing me.
“I want more. Always more, remember?” Pushing the thick head of his cock against my pussy, I start to shove back again. Rooker hisses out but backs away again. Again, I slam my hands against the wall because I just felt the press of him inside me.
“Oh, Wynnie. I always want more. Will always want more. But I want more than this,” His hips surge forward and he plunges deep inside me, both of us groaning, “Want so much more than this.” He pumps a few times and I’m right there but he slips out and slaps my ass.
“Rooker... don’t be a fucking tease. Fuck me or get out.” I almost slam a hand over my mouth as my cheeks burn.
