Page 37 of Rule Breakers Fall Hardest

Only I push a little too hard. The mattress turns into a battering ram, and the door flies back and slams into the opposite wall. As it bounces back, the mattress slips from my fingers. It falls into the room with a thud, taking me down with it. At least I have the mattress to cushion my fall.

Daire sputters awake at the commotion, arms flailing and dick… dick swinging, because apparently, he sleeps naked.

Stop staring at this dick!

But I can’t look away.

I’m dickmatized.

Dickstruck.

Dick—

“What the fuck, Rosie?” he bellows, breathing heavily with his hands fisted at his sides, ready to fight.

Words fail me. I’m too busy staring at him to even try to formulate a coherent thought.

Daire is a big guy. He’s an athlete, so he kind of has to be. Hockey is a hard sport, and aggressive too. I’m relatively tall, so I’m not used to feeling small, but I’m absolutely dwarfed by his hulking form. Forget my early estimate. This guy has to be six-five or even six-six. He’s a beast. His thighs are thick, his legs dusted with light blond hair that grows darker around hisverybig cock. The thing is nowhere near hard and looks like it could split me in half.

My mouthwaters.

I take him in, perusing the perfectly sculpted planes of his chest. He’s bigeverywhere. Built like a Viking.

“Rosie?” There’s amusement in his tone now.

It hits me then—my blatant staring.

I zero in on the chain around his neck so my gaze won’t drop south again. My cheeks are on fire. Dammit. He definitely caught me checking him out. But you know what? Sue me. It’s his own fault for sleeping naked and looking likethat.

“Um, h-hi,” I stutter, struggling to stand up.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, planting his hands on his hips.

Do not look at his dick.

“Can you…” I swish my hand toward his nakedness, “cover up?”

“Why would I do that when you clearly want to look?”Fuck me. “Now, I’m going to ask you again, Rose. What are you doing here?”

I wrinkle my nose and huff. He knows how much I hate to be called Rose. Almost as much as I hate to be called Rosemary. I was named after my great-grandmother. Thank God my dad started calling me Rosie-Posie early on and Rosie stuck. Most people don’t know my name is Rosemary, but Daire isn’t most people.

“There was a ghost.”

He gives a slow shake of his head, an incredulous laugh passing through his lips. “Sure.”

“I’m serious. A door closed downstairs, and my first thought was ghost. But I told myself not to be ridiculous, that it was probably you. So, scared as I was, I investigated. As you can see, you were very much asleep. Ergo, ghost.” I take a deep breath after my long-winded speech. “There’s no way I can sleep by myself now, so I was bringing my mattress in here. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

His jaw is hard, his brow lowered. “Ghost aren’t real.”

“Says you. I disagree.”

He pinches his brow, and my treacherous eyes use his momentary distraction to get another peek at his cock.

I’ve slept with a lot of guys, and I’m not ashamed of that, but I’ve never seen a dick like this in person before. I thought monsters like this only existed in porn. Daire could make some serious money if he wanted to venture down that path.

He clears his throat.

I’ve been caught…again.

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