Rogue had us out of the room and took the stairs two at at time, jostling me against his back, but I was getting off on his caveman grunts too much to care. He kicked open his bedroom door and tossed me on his mattress in the next second. My breathing rattled as I watched him reach behind his head and pull off the navy shirt he was wearing in a teasingly slow movement. Licking my lips, I trailed his tattoos with my eyes while dipping my fingers beneath my skirt to tease myself at the sight of his body. I was already buzzing from lust. It didn’t take much for Rogue to get me going.
“That right there, is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever see,” Rogue said, zeroed in on my dancing fingers. I moved them along the edge of my panties where my skirt had pushed up. Sure that my cheeks were flushed, I arched my back to let him know that I wanted his body pressed onto mine. My mouth parted on a shaky exhale as I pressed a finger over my clit, moaning as he watched me and kicked off his pants and boxers. His cock sprung free, and I licked my lips, enjoying the view of his muscled body and the V that led to his impressive dick that was hard and waiting for me.
Another time, when we had more time, I’d make him watch me. Tell him he couldn’t touch until I came. Make him wait for me.
“You’d better be sure, Scar,” he said, fisting himself and making me groan. “This is serious, and I’d lock you in this room and never fucking let you leave if I thought it would protect you,” he said as he made his way over to the bed and stood above me. He yanked the skirt from my legs and tossed it on the floor, then ripped open my shirt, making the buttons go flying across his bedroom.
Fuck, that was hot.
The brute force of his hands nearly made me come undone. “You know I’d fucking lose my mind if anything happened to you,” he whispered before trailing his lips up my inner thigh.
He ripped my panties from my body with his teeth, scraping a sharp line along my skin as he grabbed the black lace and shimmied it down my legs. I struggled to keep my eyes open when he positioned himself over me, his hot breath feathered along my pussy. In the next breath, he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. Whimpering, I threw my head back, my nerves firing off as he soaked me with the sweep of his tongue.
I was so needy, begging for more while fighting the instinct to grind against his mouth. I wanted him to be in control. I wanted to be at his mercy while his strong body pressed into mine. I wasn't sure what that said about me, but I didn't care. Giving myself completely to Rogue Kelly was worth the loss of control, and I knew that he needed to feel it before we went into this situation where control would be out of his hands. It was all I could give him, but I gave it gladly.
He sucked again, and then pumped two fingers into me, curling them to scrape against my g-spot. “Come on my fucking mouth right now, Scar. I want to taste it.”
“Oh, God,” I writhed. I burned. I rushed up to the peak.
“That’s right. My girl likes my mouth on her pussy, doesn’t she?”
“Yes!”
Another lick from the flat of his tongue while he continued to pump his thick fingers into me, and I was ready to explode. “This pussy is mine. I want every drip of your cream, and you’re gonna give it to me, Scar,” he growled, making my pulse race. “And then, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll know that you can never belong to anyone else but me. Fucking come for me, Scar. Now,” he demanded, before leaning down to give one more hard suck of my clit. That, paired with his filthy, possessive words, made me shatter. I came with a scream, my entire body on fire.
Before I could come back down, he gripped my hips and flipped me over. I braced my palms against the mattress and gasped as he slid the head of his cock along my ass, taunting my hole with his length, but never entering. “I need you to survive this, Scar. And when we're done, this ass is mine.” A hard slap landed on my right cheek and I moaned as he immediately rubbed the sting away.
“You gonna listen to me? You gonna stay at my side the entire time?” he asked while sliding his cock along me once more, coating me with his precum and my wetness.
“Yes,” I replied before biting my bottom lip. His hard palm landed another slap, and I felt it in my core. He leaned down and bit the skin, making me jolt. “I promise,” I whimpered.
“Good girl.”
I watched him over my shoulders, salivating at the thought of taking him in my mouth, but before I could ask, he reached for his nightstand and pulled a condom from the drawer. He swiftly put it on then plunged into me from behind, and I squirmed at the invasion of his thick cock. I pushed back against him with a moan. “Harder,” I begged.
He pulled back and then slammed into me again. I could feel his tip hitting deep inside, pounding that sweet spot that had my skin buzzing. Again and again, he punished without pause. My head smashed against the headboard as he rode against my body with each thrust.
We fucked away our worries. We worked each other to that blissful place that made us feel invincible. My body craved his brutal thrusts, but my mind craved the way he could make me forget everything except him. It was almost enough to make me forget how delicate everything was and what we were about to face.
We came together, and Rogue collapsed against my back as I pressed into the mattress.
“I love you,” I whispered as he rested his forehead on my head, both of us coming down from the high of our clashing bodies.
He kissed my neck. “I love you, too.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
This was it.
I could feel it in my bones. I could see it in Rogue’s tense muscles and Godfrey’s ticking jaw. I could hear it in the way Luis cracked his knuckles and the way Bonham shuffled on his feet. Every fucking sense had my body on edge.
We stood in front of the storage facility, with only a row of dim, yellowed streetlights to cast light around us. It was midnight, and the Savannah sky was angry with thunder, the clouds threatening to open up and wash us away. Seemed fitting for a dangerous night. Even Georgia thought hell was at our doorstep.
Rogue held my hand firmly in his, so tight it hurt, but I didn’t say a damn word. It was grounding me. Godfrey had his lips in a straight line as he stood at my other side. Luis's playful brown eyes looked stern and unyielding in the dim light. Bonham was at the end, his blonde hair messy from running his hand through it repeatedly. It was exactly midnight, and Johnny Jack and his men were set to be there any moment.
Anxiety clawed at me like a feral cat, but I didn’t move to bite my nails or pinch my bottom lip between my chattering teeth. I just held onto Rogue, trying to look as brave as he seemed. He was too attuned to my movements and my emotions. I had to be calm so he could focus.
“They’re coming,” I heard Bonham mutter in a grave tone, and in the next second, my ears perked up at the sound of cars heading our way.
Rogue looked down the line at us. “Stick to the plan.” Yeah. The plan. I went over it in my mind. I had one job: don’t say anything, and keep next to Rogue. Or run if shit hits the fan.
All four of us nodded, and I saw Luis grip the strap of his rifle that was flung over his shoulder. I hoped he wouldn’t have to use it.
Two dark SUVs pulled up, blocking off either end of the narrow road and boxing us in between the storage units at our back and front. We expected this, but it still made me feel flighty. Luckily, I could leap over a car in a pinch. Thank you, gymnastics.