Page 53 of The Inevitable Us

I growl low in my throat at her confession. I bring a hand back down to her ass and pop one of the cheeks. She gasps in surprise before she flinches back and grinds into my cock.

I drag a finger into her panties. Wet already. Drenched for me.

Parting her lips, I rub the moisture between her pussy lips until she whimpers out her orgasm. “Is that what you wanted, Baby Girl?” I ask, “Always so naughty when you want my attention, aren’t you?”

She doesn’t answer, still in a post-orgasm haze.

My balls are aching with the need to be inside of her. Feeling ready to burst at the fullness, I press her body into the counter, bending her top flat against the granite. She looks back at me nervously, waiting to see what I do. Bending down, I remove her panties, unzip my slacks, and enter her with one quick thrust. I balance with a hand on her back, the other on her hip, pushing my dick deeper into her.

I feel her pussy tighten around my cock like a vise when I hear little noises coming from the office.

FUCK.Rushton’s back. Looking at Rosalie, I see her back is arched against my hands and her toes are curling. Her breathing is becoming more and more rapid, and she’s starting to whimper my name. She’s about to come again. I reach around with one hand, blocking her screams when she comes.

“They don’t get to hear your screams, Baby Girl. They’re all mine,” I purr into her ear.

I’ve never fucked her like this before, going harder than I normally would, my fingers gripping into her hips when I climax deep inside of her up against her cervix.

“I wasn’t too rough with you?” I ask when I pull out of her. I smile at the cum dripping down her thigh.

“No,” she confesses. “I liked it. It excites me to see you like that.”

I kiss the tip of her nose. “Rosalie,” I pant, trying to even my breathing, “I think you were made just for me.”

Afewdayslater,the preparations for the trip with Taylee are going nerve-wrackingly slow. We’re going to be in the same area where a $40,000 dog was stolen during a home invasion, and Taylee is on high alert. With her security demands, it’s going to take most of her existing employees to go with her, leaving a too small skeleton crew for the ranch to function.

“I could help on my days off and evenings?” Rosalie offers from her place in my lap. We’re in the office with Laighton and Jackson. When I text her to tell her I can’t stop to eat supper with her tonight, she brings a plate for each of us so that we can eat during our meeting. I’d scowled, hinted, but she’d stayed and talked to the guys she’s apparently now befriended. She’d somehow ended up staying with us.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Laighton volunteers, putting down his bowl ofmybanana pudding Rosalie had brought us for dessert. “Taylee will have to have one bodyguard here to watch the house, of course, maybe the new hire? But that’ll free up enough people to leave here to cover all the people she wants with her in Los Angeles.”

It’s not a horrible idea. Plus, it’ll keep Rosalie here while I’m gone and out of her loft and away fromGarreth.He’s stayed away since I spoke to him, but I’d prefer Rosalie stay here at the ranch while I’m gone.

“I’ll talk to Taylee. She’s been around you a bit here and there, so she’s more likely to allow you to take care of the animals than someone I hire off the street. We’ll make this work.”

She smiles down at me and kisses my lips. “Good ’cause I need to finally find a job. I kept putting it off to be with you, and I’ve dipped into my savings a bit.”

I look down at her. “You don’t need money, do you?” I know her parents pay for the apartment, but as far as toiletries, groceries, gas, insurance, and such…that’s on Rosalie.

“Nope,” she says, popping the p. “I was careful with my money while taking my gap year.” She takes a bite of her banana pudding and slowly licks the spoon with a twinkle in her eye before looking up at me. “I kinda like the idea of getting to play with the animals without Taylee being all….Taylee.”

Laighton snorts, “Wait till you’re toting those buckets, Ro. As short as you are, your shoulders are going to be aching with no man to rub them for you at night.”

I narrow my eyes at Laighton over the nickname. He gets the hint and looks down, snickering into his pudding. “He has a point, Baby Girl,” I say, still looking at Laighton. “Have Rich tote the pails. You’re supposed to just be making up for Taylee’s absence, and Rich always totes them anyway for Taylee.”

“I’m not that short! I’m just fun-sized,” Rosalie protests, convincing no one.

Jackson full barrel laughs, “Oh, that’s some bullshit. I saw you climbing the kitchen counters like Mt. Kilimanjaro the other day to put up dishes.”

“Uh-huh,” Laighton agrees. “She was using a chair to get to the top shelf of the refrigerator when she went to the grocery store the other day, too.”

My eyes dart back and forth between them. “How exactly are you looking into my house and watching my woman?”

They dare to laugh.

“Dude, the picture windows. You can see straight into the kitchen!”

For a moment, my head explodes at the idea of them seeing us together last night. But only the light above the stove was on, not illuminating the interior enough to see inside. Still, no. Either way, I’m installing curtains.

Tayleeliterallyclapswithglee at the idea. “Oh, you know I love Rosalie! She’s such a sweet girl!”

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