Page 41 of Rejected Sold Mate
“Just trust me.”
I wasn’t sure if she did, but Rhie still slid her fingers into mine and let me pull her to her feet. I dropped some money on the table, figuring we’d either be kicked out or too tired to return if my plan went correctly.
The Broken Barrel had been one of my haunts from the moment I took residence in the Crystal Creek area, and I’d had a few opportunities to explore the lesser-used rooms in the back of the building when I was trying to avoid someone or just have a moment of peace before a bar brawl broke out.
One of those rooms was used to store old extra tables and chairs, and while there wasn’t a lock on the door, I was pretty confident everyone else had forgotten it existed.
It was there I took Rhie, leading her by the hand into the dim storage area and shutting the door behind us. She still hadn’t realized what my intentions were, but she looked baffled until I backed her into one of the tables, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her soundly.
Rhie squeaked in surprise, but then everything fell into place for her. Our talk on our first night together, the location, the flirtation, it had all been leading to this. Her hands were in my hair, working out the tie I’d used to hold it back, while my palms glided down her torso until I could cup both of her round, perfect asscheeks in my hands.
I lifted her onto the table, and the energy between us became frantic. We weren’t mired in the memory of that first night for long, intent on carving something new and hot and frantic out instead.
She was panting into my mouth as my hands wandered, squeezing and massaging, pulling her close and feeling her breasts press against my chest. My cock was hard, and I rocked it against her center, letting her feel how ready I was.
“Here?” she gasped, even as I tugged first my t-shirt and then hers over her head. “Now?”
“I told you,” I murmured, “I missed you.”
“And the only way you could think to fix that was to fuck me on a random table?”
“Well, when you say it like that, it sounds terrible.”
Rhie huffed, but her hand dropped from my hair to trail down my chest. My skin felt electrified where she touched, andwhen her fingers dipped below my waistband, I sucked in a sharp breath. She all but purred when her palm swept over my erection, her eyelids lowering.
“It feels like you really did miss me.”
I was already shucking her out of her leggings, and it was impossible not to stare when they came off, and I saw that she wasn't wearing panties. I licked my lips, wanting to fall to my knees and bury my face between her thighs, but that could wait.
We could do that later. I had her where I wanted her, and now that she'd given her approval, I wasn't stopping until we were both satisfied.
But Rhie, as usual, had other plans.
She sank to her knees on the concrete floor, and while I winced in sympathy, she barely seemed to notice, pulling at my belt until it fell open. She was deft, undoing the button and the zipper with ease, and when she freed my cock, she gave a low, approving hum.
My mate showed me how much she approved when she leaned forward, one hand grabbed my hip to keep me still, while her soft lips opened and took me inside. The cavern of her mouth was so hot that it was nearly burning, her clever tongue twirling over the head of my cock until I had to brace myself with a hand on the table to keep steady. It felt like the sweetest revenge for all the times I'd made her legs shake, but I sure as well wasn't going to complain.
She didn't complain either as I gently tangled my fingers in her hair, cupping the back of her head and moving her just how I wanted. Rhie was willing and eager, licking and sucking at my length even as I bumped against the back of her throat, again and again.
“That's it,” I groaned, “Just like that.”
But even as her mouth worked, her hands were busy, shoving my pants and boxer briefs further down so she could stroke and squeeze the parts of me she couldn't reach with her lips. It was the perfect mix of pleasure, and before I knew it, the heat in my lower stomach was growing, threatening to spill over.
I wanted to come down her throat so fucking bad, but we didn't have forever in the back of the bar, and I needed to get her over the edge, too. Pulling her face away from my cock was one of the hardest things I'd ever done, but I managed, instead, tugging her up so I could kiss her pink, swollen lips.
“Get on the table, Rhie,” I growled. “Turn around, and grab the other edge. Spread those pretty legs for me.”
She shivered, but did what I asked, bracing her elbows on the wood so she could bend at the waist and show me her soaked cunt. She was dripping wet, and the sight had me clenching my teeth.
I stepped behind her, running my hands over her smooth thighs, giving her a quick spank on her round ass just to hear her gasp. I was so fucking lucky, and when my hips settled against hers, cock nestled against her, it was a struggle not to sink in and rut like an animal. But my mate deserved more than that. So much more.
I leaned over her, kissing her shoulder and neck as I lined us up. She was breathing heavily, but her face was turned and watching me, and when I pressed inside of her, her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened.
“God,” she gasped, and I echoed the sentiment.
The fit was tight, and hot, and so damn good, and once I was inside, her walls gripped me tight. I didn't move, not yet,waiting until her breathing slowed a bit and she was relaxed before I started thrusting.
I moved slowly, savoring the slide and drag, the way her body clenched around me. Rhie arched her back, her hair spilling down the center of her spine, and she began pushing her hips back to meet mine, her gasps and whimpers loud in the silent room.
