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Good lord! That man has set my body on fire!The kiss we just shared is by far the best kiss of my life. I’d thought when he’d kissed me the night we first met it had been the best ever, but damn if he didn’t just blow that out of the water. I can only imagine how good it will be if…no, when, we go farther.
And we will go farther. After all, he did say he wanted me for dessert, and I’m not about to let him get out of having me and me him. I have every intention of living out every fantasy I’ve played out in my head and my dreams since the night I first laid eyes on Rosco Robertson.
How embarrassing that Ricky came in and caught us in the heat of our make out session. I’m disappointed at being interrupted, but I realize now isn’t the time for Rosco and I to get naked.
Later, when everyone has gone home and my brothers are in their room for the night, it’ll be on, like Donkey Kong. I’ve been needing this man for months. I’ll probably fly apart the instant he touches my clit, at least I’m hoping I do. I have no doubt he’ll be an amazing, generous lover. With as long as it’s been, I’m ready for multiple rounds.
Rosco gives my hip a squeeze, startling me, before releasing his hold on me. He has humor dancing in his eyes at Ricky’s summation of our sex life or lack thereof. I don’t know when the boys became men, but it’s obvious they’ve grown up while I wasn’t looking.
Realistically I’ve known they were maturing, especially since we’ve landed here in Virginia Beach. I suspect it has everything to do with them hanging out with the men of Invictus. The boys needed male role models in their lives, but I’d been too afraid to let anyone get close to us.
At last, we’ve found that in the Robertsons and their friends. The boys are thriving and I couldn’t be happier. Well that’s not exactly true, now. Wearein a dangerous situation that is going to change our lives. However if that wasn’t an issue, life would be perfect. Instead I’ll just be happy that Rosco plans to have me for dessert!
“I came in here to tell you we are thinking the boys should be homeschooled for the time being,” Rosco informs me. “But I got distracted.” I spare him a smirk before going back to my task. He leans his hip against the island, half turned toward me, looking like a sexy god, which should be illegal.
He watches me intently while I finish cutting up the vegetables to steam. I drop them in a basket and set them over the pot of boiling water. Grabbing a spoon, I stir the potatoes, noting they are almost ready to drain so I can mash them.
The spoon rattles when I drop it back on the spoon rest before turning to acknowledge him. His eyes are glazed over with desire, his eyes are on my ass, which makes me smile. Ever so slowly, he raises his gaze up to meet mine. I quirk an eyebrow at him.
“Distracted, did you say?” I ask cheekily, drawing a rumble of laughter from him.
“Yeah, angel,” he murmurs, stepping away from the island to meet me halfway between the island and the stove. “You drive me to distraction.” His hands grab my waist, pulling me into his personal space. My hands land on his broad muscular chest. I lick my lips in anticipation of another scorching kiss.
“What else needs to be done?” Marley asks, entering the kitchen just as Rosco begins to lower his head. He jerks back, causing disappointment to flood me. “Oh! Shoot, sorry!”
“It’s fine,” I say over my shoulder in her direction, never breaking eye contact with my handsome god. He might believe he is a demon, but I know better. He and I aren’t as different as he believes. Both of us would do whatever it takes to keep our families safe.
“You aren’t interrupting anything. Rosco was just discussing the boys being home schooled for a while. I think it’s a good idea, too.” Surprise washes over Rosco’s expression. “What? Did you think I’d fight you on this?”
He nods. “Well yeah, I kind of expected you not to want to upset their routine,” he replies. “But I’m glad you are in agreement. I can’t be in two places at once, so having the boys with you at work every day will make things easier.”
“I don’t like disrupting their routine, but keeping them out of the hands of the mob is much more important,” I assert. “I hate that they will be missing out on the events of their senior year of high school, but I don’t see any other way. They’ve been home schooled before, so they know what to expect.
“I’m surprisedtheyagreed to it. I’m much stricter with them than any public-school teacher they’ve had.” Rosco chuckles. I glare at him. “What’s that laugh about?”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less, angel.” Rosco drops a long, heated kiss to my stunned lips before sauntering out of the kitchen, leaving me staring after him. I drag my eyes away fromhis retreating form to see Marley fanning herself with a huge grin on her face.
“Damn, that was hot,” Marley remarks, still fanning herself. Itisgetting warm in here.
“What was hot?” Shelby asks, entering the kitchen with Bo hot on her heels, carrying their infant son. My face floods with heat. I’m not ashamed that Rosco kissed me or even that Marley witnessed the heated exchange, but having Rosco’s brother hearing about it is a bit much.
I’ve gotten to know all of them pretty well while working for Baby Girl’s. I know he’s going to have something to say, and no doubt, it will be highly sexual and disconcerting. Even after all this time, I’ve not gotten completely used to their frank discussions about sex in mixed company.
“Rosco just kissed the hell out of Rachel!” Marley declares happily. She and Shelby squeal like teenagers and high five one another. I roll my eyes at their childish behavior, but inside I’m still on cloud nine, doing a happy dance. Bo shocks the hell out of me with his reaction to the news.
“Thank fuck!” he exclaims, looking relieved. “It is about damn time he stops being an idiot and realizes what’s right in front of him.”
A warm feeling fills my chest. It feels like my face and my heart are going to burst with how pleased I am that Bo seems happy about Rosco and me. Even if whatever is developing between us will likely only be temporary.
It’s silly that I’m feeling this way, I suppose, with the threat of the mob hanging over my head that could put an end to my time here at any moment. Yet I can’t help but have hope that maybe, just maybe, if everyone else is in support of this relationship, Rosco will loosen up even more and stop fighting the attraction between us.
I’m aware that Rosco doesn’t believe he is good enough for me, but that’s ridiculous. Heisa good man. I know this as well as I know my real name, but he doesn’t believe it. If I can find my way free of the mob, I’ll just have to show him how good of man he is and make him believe not only in himself but in us, too.
Hours later,I’m mentally and physically exhausted. We’ve eaten the meal Marley, Shelby, and I prepared while the men have continued to discuss our situation, and how they will keep the boys and I safe. The happy glow and hope I’d had when cooking is gone. Their discussion has made one thing abundantly clear, staying here is putting all of them at great risk.
Once again, I find myself in Rosco’s lap in the recliner. It makes me feel sheltered and safe which I like it. A lot, more than I should. He keeps running his hand through my hair. It’s very soothing. I don’t think he even realizes what he’s doing, but I’m not going to stop him.
Is he doing it to comfort me or himself? It doesn’t matter. I’ve waited months for him to give me the slightest bit of attention. Now I have his full attention. Can I hang onto it? I really should put a stop to it, because just being here is endangering his life and everyone else’s in this room. I can’t allow that to happen.
