Page 40 of The Inevitable Us

I draw back her legs, pulling them over my shoulders. “I wondered what you looked like when you came. Your skin is all flush for me.”

Thrusting into her again, I go deeper than before, and a groan of pleasure leaves her mouth. Quick breaths are followed by a whimper of pleasure from Rosalie. “Please, Sawyer, I need more.”

I pick up the tempo, aroused by her pleas, and she wraps her legs around me, holding me inside of her. My balls begin to tighten, and I feel a rush of satisfaction when I spill myself inside again, still locked into place by her legs.Mine.I lean down to kiss her and rest my forehead against hers as my breathing starts to even out.

I’m slowly breathing in and out, trying to regain my composure after the soul-sucking orgasm I’ve just had when I remember I have a woman to take care of now. “Hungry?” I ask breathlessly after kissing her. “You haven’t eaten a lot today.”

Walking to the bathroom, I grab a washrag, gently cleaning up our mess as little as possible. I love the thought of me inside of her, my scent marking her for others.

“Yes, I’m ravenous,” she says with a small yawn, pulling on her panties. I go into my dresser and pull out a t-shirt for her to wear. It falls to her knees, covering her.

“Are you going to be cold in just that?” I ask. Most girls keep comfy throws around the house, but I’ve never really kept a woman before. Not for any significant period. Never enough to buy a throw. I make a mental note to pick up one.…and some scented candles. Don’t girls love that stuff? I want her to feel at home here, comfortable.

I slip on another t-shirt and a pair of knit shorts before we walk down the stairs to the kitchen. “Let’s see; I have yogurt, I have the stuff to make ham and cheese sandwiches, I have canned soup. What’s your poison?”

“Not canned soup!” she says with a grimace. Food snob. She’s always been this way, preferring fresh food over canned or processed. She gestures for me to get out of the way and starts to dig in the fridge, and comes back with eggs, a bag of frozen broccoli, and the half-and-half I use for my coffee. “Like frittatas?” she asks as she pulls out some shredded cheese from the fridge.

“Love them. Never had yours. We’ll have to go to the market to stock up for tomorrow.”

I decide to leave Rosalie in her element and let her cook, but I can’t resist the urge to touch her while she cooks, so I walk up behind her. My hands go up to her t-shirt, cupping her breasts for a moment, and I lean into her. I then glide my hands south, pull the hem of her panties down to cup her ass in my hands and give it a firm grip. She’s glowing from her orgasms still, her body movements more relaxed. “I freaking love this ass….” Hearing a noise, my eyes shoot over towards the door, and my body moves to cover Rosalie.

“Whooooooooaaa so sorry Sawyer! I thought Rushton accidentally locked the door again!” Rosalie jerks in my arms as she tries to hide behind my body.

I look over to find the bodyguard on duty holding his hands up against his face like he didn’t just see Rosalie’s ass or her smile of pleasure while I held her.

My body moves over to cover Rosalie completely. “Get the fuck out. Now.”

“Ok, ok, so sorry, dude, I didn’t mean...” About two minutes after he should have, he turns around and slams the door behind himself.

I cover Rosalie back up, dropping my t-shirt over her. “Finish making the food, Baby Girl. I need to go talk to Jackson.”

He’s smirking at the control desk like he has a secret. “Dude, I had no idea you had a girl in there.”

This guy has no sense of self-preservation, does he?Had a girl in therelike I brought a girl home from a bar. I run my tongue against my teeth and count to one thousand, eight hundred and forty-seven at least three times before I start to talk. “Jackson, doors are locked for a reason. You don’t come into my personal space again. Regardless of who you think locked the door. How do you even have a key?”

“It’s one of the master keys..” He points to the keyring that holds a key to every lock on the ranch.

My jaw tightens, and my nostrils flare. “And you felt entitled to use it? Invade my personal space?” I bite out at him.

“I thought you were just upstairs sleeping. Just wanted some coffee,” he mutters, looking ashen.

With angry movements, I reach for the keyring and remove the set labeled for the cabin. “If someone needs to get into my living space, they need my permission first,” I warn. “It won’t be given while Rosalie is here.”

He grins up at me, chuckling. “Is that the chick’s name?”

I look down and slowly think of all the reasons I cannot go to jail for killing this man. “Rosalie is none of your business. You don’t look at her, you don’t come around when she’s near, and you don’t approach her if she’s outside. Am I clear? If you enjoy your job here, she’s invisible to you.”

I walk back to the door, slamming it for full effect. Taking a deep breath to cool my temper, I walk back into the living space, relocking the door and setting a chair under the lock for good measure.

Rosalie’s pouring the egg mixture into the skillet when I walk back to her. “It’ll be about fifteen minutes before it’s ready,” she says with a smile, her cheeks pink with embarrassment after being seen together. It makes me want to beat the shit out of him for making her so uncomfortable.

When she sticks the pan in the oven, I walk behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, trying to soothe her discomfort. “So what do we want to watch on tv while we’re waiting? I have time to watch a movie before my shift.”

I sit with her on the sofa, watching tv together while we eat. Once she’s done eating, I pull her down on top of me while I’m sitting up, and we both stretch out onto the couch to relax, our bodies mingling into a pile of limbs. I play with her hair, gently smoothing it. She looks up at me nervously once or twice as if needing reassurance or comfort. I kiss the top of her head. “You’re so beautiful, Rosalie. This is even better than I’d dreamed.”

She smiles a tiny smile back at me, biting her lip. “You dreamed of this?”

I full belly chuckle. “Yes, Rosalie, I dreamed of this. Every damn day for the last few months.”

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