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“I’m sorry, Rock,” I murmured in a lazy tone, struggling to keep my eyes open.

“Me, too, babe,” he said gruffly. “We lost a lot of years, but beginning now we go forward. No more bullshit. Now get some more sleep.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I closed my eyes, content for the first time in a long time. Just as I began to drift off, Rock positioned us so that we were spooning. Everything about him was making me feel safe and warm. Cherished.

I closed my eyes and welcomed unconsciousness.

Chapter 26

Allie

In the days that followed, Rock and I settled into the normal routine of a committed couple raising their son, much to Sam’s delight. For the first time in his young life he had a family, both a mom and a dad who was there for him. I was amazed at how fast he’d accepted our new arrangement. It was as if it had never known anything different. And it was something to watch when he and Rock interacted, so easily and naturally. I knew that if anything ever happened to me Sam would be well taken care of.

The change in our relationship meant that I’d moved into Rock’s bedroom. Our nights were filled with us consuming one another, as if we were trying to make up for lost time. And in a way, we were. We went to sleep fucking, we woke up fucking. Rock took me in every position imaginable,whereverhe wanted, in the bed, up against the wall, in the shower. Once I’d walked into the room naked from my shower and he’d stepped up to me, commanded me to bend over and touch my toes, and then took me roughly from behind.

The massive mirror across from the bed allowed us to watch. At first I’d been uncomfortable with it, but Rock soon showed me how much a turn-on it could be watching his cock pounding into my body, watching it disappear into my mouth when I went down on him. Watching as we pleasured each other added intensity, and was a massive turn-on. Sometimes we just touched, running our hands over each other’s bodies, as if we couldn’t stand not touching. Just the thought of Rock’s large, capable hands smoothing up my torso, cupping my breasts, and then making a return trip down to my sex made me tingle all over.

Rediscovering the hard, defined planes of Rock’s body was something that took my breath away. Everything about him was so hard and tight, there was not an ounce of fat anywhere. I loved the definition and strength in his arms that were riddled with thick, pulsing veins and roped muscle, and the thickness of his powerful thighs and tight butt. I took my time learning all over again what he liked best, while worshiping him from his six-pack down to the heavy muscle between his legs.

I shivered just thinking about his hard body claiming me. He’d become an obsession for me, a potent drug that I was addicted to and could never get enough of. The fact that Rock pounced on me the minute he walked through the door revealed that I was also his drug of choice. Sam’s presence kept him from acting on what he really wanted, but he always showed me in some way that he was hungry for me.

It got to the point that I couldn’t wait for him to come home each day.

I couldn’t wait for evening when we’d put Sam to bed.

I knew that there was some trouble going on in the club, and I knew enough not to ask what it was. Instinct told me that it had something to do with the Blue Knights. Everyone was on alert, and I knew that prospects had been placed outside the house to watch over Sam and me when Rock wasn’t home. I didn’t know whether to feel safe, or worried about the reason for their presence. I was assured it was just a precaution.

I rolled onto my back and kicked the covers off me. Rock was gone, like most mornings. He’d taken up getting Sam off to school, letting me sleep in, and then going to the club or his place of business, depending on where he was needed. I knew the club had a restaurant and bar, but it had surprised me to learn that Rock also owned a shooting range with certified instructors who taught people how to shoot and handle guns.

I stretched, emitting a loud sound that always seemed to help me get going in the morning. Completely naked (because Rock wouldn’t have it any other way), I reached for his discarded t-shirt and slipped it over my head. I didn’t bother with underwear any more. The house was quiet as I made my way downstairs for my first cup of coffee. A smile spread across my face when I saw that Rock had left the pot on with a clean cup ready for me.

I went to the fridge for the creamer and then fixed myself a cup. An unexpected noise at the front door made me swing around. The sound of a key slipping into the lock calmed me, because I knew it had to be Rock. The door opened and our eyes met.

I smiled at him over my cup. “What’s wrong?” I wasn’t used to him coming home so early once he’d left for the day. His gaze dropped down my body, returning to my eyes with a wolfish glint in his.

“Not a damned fucking thing, baby.” He walked toward me. Normally the look in his eyes would prompt me to retreat, but I liked the hunger, the predator-like vibe he was giving off. It wasn’t to hurt, but to devour in the most lustful way.

He carefully took my coffee cup from me and sucked down a sip, making a face. “Is my shirt what you usually wear first thing in the morning?”

I shrugged, unable to hide a smile. “I like your scent on me.”

My comment unchained the beast and Rock reached forward, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck. He closed the distance between us, bringing me up sharply to his hard, unyielding body. I gasped, dropping my head back. It was all the invitation he needed to crush my mouth beneath the firm pressure of his. Instant, sharp arousal claimed my senses. The flavor of my coffee and something I couldn’t identify, something not unpleasant, exploded on my taste buds. I moaned, and lapped his tongue like a greedy cat.

His deep groan vibrated through me, echoing throughout the kitchen. A rough hand made its way beneath my shirt, claiming my breast. Calluses and barely tempered strength stimulated my flesh and nipples, leaving me straining my lower body against him. He turned hard as steel in what I deemed record time, grinding his lower body for relief. The next thing I knew, Rock had torn his mouth from mine, lifted my shirt with an impatient sound, and took my nipple between his teeth.

“Oh!” I cried out with surprise, burying my hands into his tussled hair. “Wh-what did you co-come home for?” I stuttered breathlessly.

“I forgot.” A rough laugh escaped him. “Fuck, baby, seeing you in my shirt, knowing you want my smell on you, turns me the fuck on.” He pulled back and glanced down, his dark eyes zeroing in on my bare pussy. He hissed, his nostrils flaring. “You better never answer the door like this.”

I giggled, reaching forward to run my hand over his erection. The full shaft throbbed strongly against my palm. I swallowed hard, dropping to my knees. “I need to taste you,” I said softly, opening his pants. His cock was so hard that the second I got the zipper down it pushed out and throbbed with a life of its own. I looked at the wonder of such a tool, so big and long, and curved upward, almost touching Rock’s belly. I took it in my hands, hearing his hiss, feeling his hand drop to my hair and twist into it.

“Fuck, babe, suck me.”

I raised my gaze to him, watching his reaction when I stuck out my tongue and lightly ran it over the purple, bulbous head, tasting the pre-cum gathering in the slit. The hand in my hair tensed. I ran my hand up and down several times before leaning forward and closing my mouth over him. The sound that escaped Rock was loud and throaty as I swallowed his cock as far as I could go. When I felt it at the back of my throat I swallowed, tearing another groan from him.

“Where the fuck did you learn that little trick?” he growled, pulling my head back so he could capture my gaze. There was no way I could answer, my mouth stuffed full as it was, and he knew it. I just smiled up at him, refusing to release my prize, swallowing again until, God, help me, it felt as if he was sliding down my throat. Rock’s eyes bulged with disbelief, his face flushed with deep color. His expression was raw with lust, and, I liked to think, pleasure.

“You’re killing me, babe.” I’d never heard his tone so hoarse before, almost weak.

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