Page 143 of Rough Around the Hedges

“I think my dislike of you is pretty well documented,” she said sleepily, yawning once again and letting her eyes flutter shut. “I don’t think anyone would look at us in public and go, ‘oh, yeah, they’re definitely sleeping together.’”

I said nothing for a minute, knowing just how wrong she was. I didn’t want to ruin this moment by shattering her dreams since she clearly thought she was doing a good job of hiding her feelings for me, so I simply shrugged and relaxed back againstthe pillow. “All right. I guess I’ll have to stay your dirty little secret for now.”

“I’ll lock you in my shed and come and play with you,” she murmured, her voice sexy and husky in a way that made my cock twitch.

“Oh, yeah? On what days?”

“Days that end in ‘y’.”

I hummed against her hair, nuzzling into its softness and taking a deep breath. “Good answer. I suppose I could handle that.”

“As long as you remember that Bertha the Girthy is not a toy.”

“Ah, yes, how could I forget about Bertha?” My laugh was muffled by her hair. “That neon pink monstrosity you threw at me.”

“Shh,” she said, sloppily touching her finger to my lips. “No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.” I nipped her finger before drawing the tip of it into my mouth and sucking the sting out of it.

She moaned, coming closer and rubbing her body against me like a needy kitten.

“Rose,” I said in a low voice. “If you keep doing that…”

“Hm? Oh.” She dropped her hand to between us and brushed her finger over my erection.

I flinched, closing my eyes. “Ro—”

“Let me sort that for you,” she breathed sleepily, her eyes still closed. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and flexed her wrist, stroking me in a way that made me kiss her and groan against her mouth.

“You’re going to kill me,” I said, slipping my hand down her body. “Open your legs.”

She did as she was told, and I eased my way between her legs. She was slightly wet, and I couldn’t help but smile as my finger slipped through it.

She really was going to kill me.

I kissed her slowly, keeping my tongue to myself given her earlier comment about toothbrushes. We lay for a while, just touching one another in an almost lazy, comfortable way. I knew when her orgasm approached because she gripped me a little tighter, and that drew mine closer to the brink.

Rose came on my hand, softly crying out, and with a few more pumps of her wrist, my own release came, spurting all over her thigh. She sagged against me with a sigh and muttered, “Now let me go back to sleep.”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed. I wondered if she was even fully awake at all, but then again, this was Rose.

I felt like I thought those words a lot lately.

Maybe I knew her a lot better than I thought I did.

Unsurprised that she was already back asleep, I carefully got out of the bed and went to the bathroom to fetch a towel and wet cloth. I washed both my hands and cleaned my cum off her hip and thigh, then got back into the bed with her and cuddled her into me.

She rolled against me like a sleepy cat, and I smiled, closing my eyes.

I still had another hour before I had to get up to talk to Piers about the stewardship of the allotments.

I wasn’t leaving her until I absolutely had to.

ROSE: So, uh, just to make sure…

ROSE: I didn’t dream that, right?

My first mistake today was sipping tea while opening a message from Rose.

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