Page 67 of Love At First Fright
“He was only five. He was such a good boy.”
“I believe it.”
“He would still be around if it weren’t for me.”
Rosemary pulled him close to her, stopping them in the middle of the path.
“You shouldn’t feel guilty. You had a very normal reaction to a shock, and it was a horrible accident.”
“That’s kind of you, but I know I messed up. Hank would still be here if it weren’t for my mistake. Hell, he’d probably have blamed me if he knew how.”
“I think the animals we love always love us back unconditionally. Forever.” Rosemary was looking down at his feet, a soft smile on her face.
“You really believe that?”
She met his gaze. “I do.”
Just then, Rosemary crouched down and picked up a smooth, flat stone with a hole that went straight through it.
“Huh.” She held it up to her eye.
“Don’t tell me you have a secret rock collection, too?” He smirked.
“No, I’ve just been looking for one like this. It feels…rather serendipitous.”
It was starting to feel easier, talking about Hank. Or maybe it was just that baring himself to Rosemary was easy. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. They continued walking up to the crest of the hill, taking in the sweeping views.
Minutes passed as Ellis contemplated what he wanted to tell Rosemary. He inhaled deeply. “You could come and stay with me for the rest of the shoot, if you like.”
“You’re sure?”
“Absolutely. Don’t go back to whatever hotel production has booked. Come stay with me, do what you want to do inLondon, I’ll drive you to the set, all of it. I just have one house rule.”
“What’s that?”
“I get to make you come every morning and every evening until you have to go home.” Ellis grinned. He tipped a finger under Rosemary’s chin to raise her face to his, and kissed her. He’d never tire of that first feel of her lips on his. Every kiss felt like the first time. Every touch felt new. They backed up against a large moss-topped boulder.
“Christ, Rosemary,” he muttered, as she lightly scratched the nape of his neck with her nails, sending shivers through him. “I’m already so fucking hard.”
“Can I do it now? Can I suck your cock?” she whispered, nipping his lower lip with her teeth. “I’ve been so good.”
“You think you’ve earned it, love?”
“Mm-hmm.” She ran her hands down his chest, down to the fly of his jeans, but waited patiently for his command. Ellis looked around, he couldn’t see anyone, and there were no other houses or buildings nearby where someone could be watching from a window.
“On your knees,” he said, and she did as she was told.
“Fuck, look at you. Touch your tits for me, love. Thank god you didn’t put on a bra.”
It took all his willpower not to start palming his cock as he watched Rosemary tentatively lift her top up, baring her breasts. It was cold enough that her nipples were already hard and pert, but she moaned as she cupped them in her hands.
“One day soon I’m going to make you come just from sucking on those,” he said.
“Promise?” She looked up at him, her pupils blown wide.
“Promise. Now take out my cock, Rosemary.”
She took him out, rubbing her thumb around the pre-comethat had gathered at his tip. He was so fucking ready; he’d been ready for days. He’d been ready since he’d painted her chest with his orgasm two days before.
