sorry, Sam. I don’t want Eric to make up or think there’s anything between us.”
He nodded and stepped back. His mind raced with the words she’d just spoken. Make up or think …what did that mean? He opened his mouth to ask but snapped it shut instead. This was neither the time nor the place for this conversation. He watched how stiffly she held herself and paid no heed to the unpleasant feeling which coursed through him at the knowledge this may just be a fling for her.
You have no claim on her, he told himself, gathering the rest of the items from the table. A denial from deep within his soul roared at him. It shocked him—why was he suddenly caring about a relationship? True, he didn’t go out and fuck anything that moved, he had way more discretion than that, but never once had he allowed real emotions into the picture.
Until Roxi.
Something clenched around his heart and he recognised the foul caress and stench of fear. She scared him. This woman had the ability to get him to care deeply for her. That in turn meant she wielded the power to eviscerate him as well, leaving him a shell of a man again.
It was his turn to stiffen. He wasn’t about to go out that way. He had to protect himself. This was why he couldn’t afford attachments. He didn’t trust anyone with that type of power over him.
Still, he couldn’t help but be drawn to Roxi. There was this magnetic quality about her that pulled him. He wanted to know more about her. He wanted more, period. Another clench around his heart. With a deep breath, he told himself it was nothing more than two people enjoying one another. Nothing more personal than that.
Like sleeping with another person, being intimate with them, isn’t personal.
Okay, so his brain and subconscious really needed to shut their traps and keep opinions to themselves. He didn’t need to think about it that way. Sex could just be sex. And sex with Roxi was…well…oh so nice.
The scent of her skin, the feel of her curves against him. Her tight sheath around his shaft. Those silken walls inside her heated, velvet core.
“Sam?”
He bit back a groan as his cock rose swiftly to life. Roxi was beside him. No, not beside, partially in front of, and her gaze was directed at his lower anatomy. The heat in her brown eyes was such that it burned him. His cock jerked as he read the blatant desire on her face. He almost lost his meagre hold on his control when she licked her lips.
“Roxi.” His voice was raspy and full of his own need for her.
Her gaze jumped to his and she gulped hard before blinking a few times. “Um, wanted to know if you would like to join Eric and I. We’re going to the hospital to visit Master Guns.”
It took him a few seconds to process what she’d said. His mind was firmly wrapped around his desire to take her up against the nearest wall. Thrusting hard and fast. Slow and deep. Until her nails dug into his back and she screamed his name as they came together in a fiery ball of passion.
But sink in it did. Hospital. Master Guns. “I’d like that, thanks. Let me just…go change.”
Her stare drifted down to his crotch again and he watched her swallow. Hard. Dear Lord in heaven, she was going to kill him. All without a single touch. Sam left the room before he gave into his desires.
“You coming with us?” Eric asked as he went by.
“Sure am. Just going to shower quickly.” He grabbed some clothes from his bag without paying much attention to them and headed for the bathroom. Stepping in the shower, he released a frustrated groan and rested balled fists on the walls. His breaths were deep and uneven.
Never before had he felt so out of control with his emotions. The sexual pull towards Roxi was powerful and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could resist it, regardless of the boy being in the house. Surely they could be quiet.
He showered and got out after quickly jacking off to thoughts of how amazing it had been to be buried balls deep inside
He nodded and stepped back. His mind raced with the words she’d just spoken. Make up or think …what did that mean? He opened his mouth to ask but snapped it shut instead. This was neither the time nor the place for this conversation. He watched how stiffly she held herself and paid no heed to the unpleasant feeling which coursed through him at the knowledge this may just be a fling for her.
You have no claim on her, he told himself, gathering the rest of the items from the table. A denial from deep within his soul roared at him. It shocked him—why was he suddenly caring about a relationship? True, he didn’t go out and fuck anything that moved, he had way more discretion than that, but never once had he allowed real emotions into the picture.
Until Roxi.
Something clenched around his heart and he recognised the foul caress and stench of fear. She scared him. This woman had the ability to get him to care deeply for her. That in turn meant she wielded the power to eviscerate him as well, leaving him a shell of a man again.
It was his turn to stiffen. He wasn’t about to go out that way. He had to protect himself. This was why he couldn’t afford attachments. He didn’t trust anyone with that type of power over him.
Still, he couldn’t help but be drawn to Roxi. There was this magnetic quality about her that pulled him. He wanted to know more about her. He wanted more, period. Another clench around his heart. With a deep breath, he told himself it was nothing more than two people enjoying one another. Nothing more personal than that.
Like sleeping with another person, being intimate with them, isn’t personal.
Okay, so his brain and subconscious really needed to shut their traps and keep opinions to themselves. He didn’t need to think about it that way. Sex could just be sex. And sex with Roxi was…well…oh so nice.
The scent of her skin, the feel of her curves against him. Her tight sheath around his shaft. Those silken walls inside her heated, velvet core.
“Sam?”
He bit back a groan as his cock rose swiftly to life. Roxi was beside him. No, not beside, partially in front of, and her gaze was directed at his lower anatomy. The heat in her brown eyes was such that it burned him. His cock jerked as he read the blatant desire on her face. He almost lost his meagre hold on his control when she licked her lips.
“Roxi.” His voice was raspy and full of his own need for her.
Her gaze jumped to his and she gulped hard before blinking a few times. “Um, wanted to know if you would like to join Eric and I. We’re going to the hospital to visit Master Guns.”
It took him a few seconds to process what she’d said. His mind was firmly wrapped around his desire to take her up against the nearest wall. Thrusting hard and fast. Slow and deep. Until her nails dug into his back and she screamed his name as they came together in a fiery ball of passion.
But sink in it did. Hospital. Master Guns. “I’d like that, thanks. Let me just…go change.”
Her stare drifted down to his crotch again and he watched her swallow. Hard. Dear Lord in heaven, she was going to kill him. All without a single touch. Sam left the room before he gave into his desires.
“You coming with us?” Eric asked as he went by.
“Sure am. Just going to shower quickly.” He grabbed some clothes from his bag without paying much attention to them and headed for the bathroom. Stepping in the shower, he released a frustrated groan and rested balled fists on the walls. His breaths were deep and uneven.
Never before had he felt so out of control with his emotions. The sexual pull towards Roxi was powerful and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could resist it, regardless of the boy being in the house. Surely they could be quiet.
He showered and got out after quickly jacking off to thoughts of how amazing it had been to be buried balls deep inside
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