Page 13 of Ruby Queen
Chapter 9
Rory helped Christine into her room. Christine made her way toward her bed and sat down. Rory could sense the tension in the room but was grateful she agreed to come here and stay.
“Christine,” Rory began.
“Stop,” Christine held her hand up, “I know I said we would talk, but I am exhausted. Walking from there to here took a toll on me. Can I just rest a little, then we’ll talk?”
Rory drew in a deep breath, disappointment burning her lungs, “Yes, of course. Let me get you a glass of water so you can take a pain pill. It will help you sleep.”
Rory grabbed a glass of water from the bathroom. Grabbing the medication left on her dresser, she handed Christine a pill and the glass of water.
“Thank you. I know it’s important, but I just need to close my eyes for a bit.”
“It’s alright. We have all the time in the world now that you’re ok. Rest. I’m just going to go and take a shower, I’ll be back in a few.”
Rory helped Christine slip under the covers of her bed. She waited by the bedside until Christine’s breathing evened out, signaling she was asleep.
Rory made her way to her own quarters and hurried inside.
“She looked beat.” Anthony shut the door behind him as he stepped into the room behind her.
“What are you doing here?” Rory asked, surprised to see Anthony in her quarters.
“I sleep here now, or did you forget that tidbit.”
“SHIT.” Rory smacked her head, “I forgot… damn it, I told her I’d stay in her room.”
Anthony chuckled, “I wouldn’t expect anything different. Are you going there now?”
“Yep. I am. But first, I’m taking a shower.”
Rory watched as Anthony pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Following her into the enormous bathroom, “Anthony, what are you doing?”
He pushed his pants down, leaving him in his boxers, “I’m taking a shower.”
Rory couldn’t take her eyes off Anthony’s beautiful body. His tanned skinned was smooth perfection. The light dusting of hair on his chest trailed down, disappearing beneath the elastic of his briefs.
“Like what you see, darling?”
Rory snapped her eyes to him, “You know I like what I see. But I need to get back to Christine before she wakes.”
“Rory… a freight train won’t wake her. Those pain pills usually knock someone out completely.”
He stepped toward her, running his hand through her blonde hair. Tugging her face to his, he mashed their lips together. The kiss was demanding and sensual all in one.
Rory couldn’t stop the moan escaping even if she tried. Pulling her head back, “This is wrong… I should be focused on her, not this.”
Anthony pulled her shirt over her head and unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts. “How can something be wrong when it feels so right?” He drew her pink nipple into his mouth and sucked.
“Oh…” Rory pressed her hips to his, grinding her center into his very evident arousal. Anthony slid his hands down her sides and unfastened her pants, pushing them to her ankles. Rory kicked them off, standing before him completely nude. Anthony stepped back long enough to turn on the water in the huge walk-in shower.
Grabbing her neck, he pulled her against him again. Rory gripped the waist of his boxer briefs and shoved them down, freeing his cock. His dick was beautiful. Long and thick, reaching nearly to his belly button. It was swollen and hard as steel, dripping precum from the tip.
Rory wrapped her fingers around his shaft, gently sliding her hand up and down. Anthony hissed, backing them into the shower. Warm water hit Rory’s back, causing her to hiss at the contact. Anthony lifted her up, pressing her back against the chilly tile. Tiny goosebumps covered her skin in anticipation of what was to come.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, Rory. Are you ready?”
Rory locked her ankles behind his back and wiggled her hips. The head of his cock rubbed against her lips, begging to be let inside.
