Page 58 of Bottle Rocket
Dean fisted a hand over Leo’s crown, and Leo had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep his orgasm at bay. His pre-come made Dean’s hand smooth and slick.
“That’s it, Leo,” Rosie said, after what felt like an hour of perfect torture, but was probably only a minute. “Good boy.”
His body started to seize at those words, but Dean gripped the base of his cock hard to stop the onslaught.
There was an extended beat of silence where no one moved. Rosie obviously knew he’d almost come, and that the only thing that had stopped it was Dean.
She smiled. “Close enough. You want to see my tits or my cunt?”
“Oh my fucking God,” Leo groaned.
Dean licked his ear and whispered, “You need to marry her. She’s an angel.”
Laughter threatened to bubble up from inside him, but he was too turned on to make a sound other than to growl, “Cunt.”
“Great choice,” Rosie said. She lifted her dress up and over her head. She was wearing a ruby red bra and her skin was silvery in the darkness. She spread her legs, and she was wet and glistening.
She touched herself and hummed. “Are you ready to come?”
Leo nodded, but he couldn’t form words. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she played her fingers over her clit. She was smiling. He loved her. He loved her so much. His heart was a bottle rocket, pointed right at her.
“Go ahead.”
Leo cried out and shot, thick and hot, all over himself and Dean’s palm.
Dean’s hands grasped at Leo’s body desperately as he followed him over.
Rosie stopped touching herself. She gripped the edge of the bench, her knuckles white and legs splayed. Leo tumbled forward, out of Dean’s arms and crawled toward her. He pressed his face against her thigh and breathed.
She brushed her fingers through his hair. He wanted to tell her that he loved her. Instead, he wrenched her legs apart and worshiped her.
She twisted against his lips and shattered almost immediately. The fact that watching him get fucked by someone else had turned her on was a revelation. He climbed into her lap and fell headlong into her embrace. Dean dropped kisses on both their cheeks, whispering something in Rosie’s ear, then left.
Leo kept kissing her until no fireworks lit the sky and most of the world had gone to sleep. He kissed her like he was running out of time, because he was.
Chapter Fourteen
Rosie wokeup alone in Leo’s bed—a bed that smelled like lemons and the smoke from last night’s fireworks. It wasn’t unusual for her to awaken without someone by her side. At least, she tried to tell herself that. She’d been sleeping alone for over a year, and the other day, she’d roused to find Leo on the phone outside rather than in bed. He was an early riser, and in the summer, she wasnot.
She didn’t know why his absence hurt this morning.
When she walked out of his bedroom, she found him preparing his Airstream for travel, and all the pain she’d been holding at bay hit her in one fell swoop.
Leo glanced up, regret in his eyes.
“What time do you need to leave?” she asked him, trying to whittle this interaction down to logistics. She was good at logistics.
“In about an hour to make it before dark. I promised my parents I’d stop by their house on my way out as well.”
Something must have passed over her face, something she was trying to hide, because he stepped toward her.
“I can stay. Not for a lot longer, but I can stay. We could have lunch. I could—”
“No, it’s fine. I don’t want you to be driving too late.”
Leo’s eyes tracked over her, and she shuttered her emotions. He hauled her into his lounge area and sat with her on the same seat where they’d first reconnected. The place where he’d drawn her.
“I don’t want this to end,” he said.
