Page 43 of The Rocker

“You don’t have to act like it doesn’t bother you,” Walker started as I shook my head.

“Not everyone has to like me, and that’s fine,” I tried to assure them all.

Luckily our waiter came, and we ordered our drinks and food, ending our talk about Greer. He was close to ruining our time, but I wouldn’t let him. Not now. Not ever.

“Okay, boys, do you all think you can behave while I go to the bathroom?”

Their only answer was to either flip me off or roll their eyes. I mean, how much trouble could they get into? There was only one other group at the restaurant, and they were seated on the other side of the courtyard from us.

I’d barely closed the door to the bathroom before it opened, and Walker slid inside the room. He closed and locked the door, and when he turned back around, his dark eyes immediately landed on my mouth.

I couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across my face as I asked. “What are you doing in here?”

“I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be alone with you even if it was only for a moment.”

Walker strode toward me like a man on a mission—and he was. Grabbing me by the waist, Walker moved me until I was caged against the door. His tongue slipped inside and swirled around mine. We both moaned as if it had been months since we last touched each other instead of a matter of hours.

Breaking away, Walker slid his hands up my neck and cupped the sides of my face. “Have I told you how happy I am you wore a dress today?”

“And why is that?” I asked, leaning forward to brush my mouth to his.

“Easy access for what I’m about to do to you,” he replied hungrily before he took my mouth in a searing kiss. One hand ran up my outer thigh as he hitched my right leg around his hip. Dipping down, Walker laid kisses along my collarbone and up the column of my neck. “Reach down and pull out my cock.”

Happily, I did as I was ordered. There was something hot about a guy taking charge when it came to sex.

“Wrap your legs around my waist. Tight,” Walker gritted out as he bent at the knees and pushed the crown of his cock against my entrance. “This is going to be fast.”

There was nothing wrong with a little fast and dirty sex. I glanced around the bathroom for the first time to notice that the bathroom was the same colors as outside, cream and green, and it was clean. That made me feel better about the bathroom sex I was about to have, which was laughable since I had been thinking of alley sex only an hour ago.

“Fuck me, Walker.” I pushed down as he ran his shaft through my slick folds, needing him inside of me.

With one arm clamped around my waist, Walker slammed into me in one long thrust. I’d wanted him for so long that my core contracted around him, ready to detonate at the first touch.

“I love your sweet pussy,” he grated in my ear.

With his other hand pressed against the bathroom door, Walker reared back and impaled me with his cock. I gasped, holding onto his shoulders tighter.

Pressing his forehead to mine, Walker ran his nose along mine. “Why does it always feel like heaven when I’m inside of you?”

Because we were meant to be together, I wanted to say.

Tangling my fingers in his dark strands, I rode Walker as he plunged in and out of me. I was quickly climbing, and even though I knew we had to be fast, I wanted to remember this moment, the moment I realized how perfectly we fit together and how far I’d fallen for him.

That thought and Walker hitting my sweet spot sent me over the edge. Digging my fingers into Walker’s shoulder, I held on for dear life as pleasure shot through my body. I could barely keep my eyes open as I watched the way Walker’s body moved. Even with clothes on, he was the hottest man to ever fuck me. The way his back muscles rippled underneath the fabric of his dark gray t-shirt. How hot his ass looked with his jeans pulled halfway down as he powered into me.

“One more,” he growled out. His thumb found my clit and moved in the most delicious circles, making me explode all over again. “That’s it. Milk my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

Walker wrapped his arms around me and moved to the edge of the sink, where he held me as he stilled, pulsing and shooting off deep inside of me.

Holding me close, Walker nuzzled and placed feather-light kisses up and down the side of my neck.

I rested my forehead to his shoulder, willing my heart rate to slow. “We should get back.”

He nodded but didn’t move. “I know. Give me one more minute with it just being the two of us.” His hand ran up my back, and he cupped the nape of my neck. “All day, I’ve wanted to get you alone. I wanted my hands on you. To be able to kiss you.”

I smiled into his shoulder. “I know. I’ve wanted the same thing. Wishing I could hold your hand as we walked along with the water in our view or kiss you. This is a romantic town meant for two.”

Pulling back, Walker cupped the side of my face and ran his thumb across the apple of my cheek. “I meant what I said about living here one day. I’m not talking next year, but someday.”

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