My heart stops. “Stace?” I whisper.
He nods and his eyes search mine.
I smile softly as tears fill my eyes. He didn’t lie to me. “It’s nice to meet you, Stace,” I breathe against his lips.
He kisses me and grabs the back of my head as our arousal hits fever pitch. Unable to control himself any longer, his hand starts to drag me back and forth against his cock and I feel like he might just break me. Oh God, he feels good.
“Open you legs.” He half growls. “I want inside, now.”
I open my legs as far as they go and he grabs both of my hipbones and impales me in one hard pump.
“Ahh,” I cry out as my body lurches forward in shock.
“Shh,” he sooths as he kisses my cheek. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
He stays still to let me get my bearings. I slowly lift myself and he slides out and then he slides back home. We do that slowly again and I am blessed with a rush of cream that loosens me right up.
“Fuck, yeah,” he whispers as he feels it.
He lifts me and brings me back down with force. “Good girl. You feel so good.”
I whimper as my whole body hums from his possession.
He quickens up the pace, and within a moment we are hard at it. His legs are spread wide underneath me and I am straddled above him. The bed is rocking hard against the wall and his jaw hangs slack as he watches me bounce above him.
“You look so fucking hot riding my cock,” he pants.
If I could answer him, I would, but I’m preoccupied dealing with the best sexual experience of my life right now.
“Oh God,” I cry out as my head rolls back. “I have to come already.”
“Not yet.” He reaches up, and in one swift movement I am underneath him and he is holding one of my legs up around our chests. His large cock is working at piston pace as it ploughs through my flesh.
“Fucking hell, Rosh,” he pants as he drives into me. “I’ve never had sex this good.”
“Oh God,” I pant. “Me neither,” I cry. This is absolute bullshit sex.
The burn.
The possession.
The coming apart at the seams.
“Fucking hell,” he screams as he lurches forward in a violent shudder.
“Stace,” I cry out as an orgasm rips me to shreds.
He slowly eases in and out as he completely empties his body into mine.
With my heart pumping hard through my chest, I fall back and he falls on top of me. We lie silent, panting, unable to speak. I am in shock at what just happened here in this room. He is silent because… I don’t know why.
What’s he thinking?
With one long kiss, he slowly rolls off me and lies on his back. We both stare at the ceiling and my heart is still beating at double speed.
After an extended time of silence, I break the ice. “I thought you said you couldn’t make love?”
His eyes flick over to me. “Yeah, well…” He pauses as he contemplates his answer. “You caught me in a moment of weakness.”
I smile and he slowly gets up and walks into the bathroom. I lie for a moment as I listen to the shower turn on. The beautiful intimacy we shared ten minutes ago is gone.
“You getting in the shower with me or are you sleeping in oil tonight?” he calls.
I slowly get up. “Coming.” I walk into the bathroom and he steps to the side in the shower and I get in beside him. He takes the soap and starts to wash me and without any words, he smiles down and kisses me on the lips.
I smile up at him and place my arms around his neck, grateful that even though the small window of intimacy is gone, we are still okay.
* * *
Stace
I sit at the table as I drink my coffee. I’ve come up to the common room for breakfast to clear my head. Rosh was still sleeping when I left.
I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.
In the guts, in the balls, in the head.
Why did I tell her my real name? Why did I feel something last night that I shouldn’t have, and why am I aching to go back and do it again because it was just so fucking perfect?
It’s never been like that before. She is just so…
I run my hands through my hair in frustration. This was not in the plan. Focus.
I blow out a steadying breath, then I pick up Rosh’s breakfast and coffee from the kitchen to go, and I continue on my way back to the room. As I turn the corner back into our hallway, I notice Stucco walking ahead in front of me. What’s that fucker doing down here? His room is up at the other end of the ship. I hang back and duck behind the corner so I can watch what he’s up to. As he approaches my door, I peer around the corner I am hiding behind. Is he going to break into my room? I’m not in the mood for this fucking shit today. I can’t wait to put a bullet through this prick. Fuck, Rosh is in there. I stay still as I wait. The door to our cabin opens and Rosh comes out in one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers. My breath catches as I feel my protective instincts kick in. If he touches her, I swear to God.
He’s dead.
I peer around the corner as I watch.
She sees him and her eyes narrow. “What are you doing here?” she asks.
“Shut up, slut.” He sneers.
“Go to Hell,” he snaps and as she turns to go back into the room he grabs her arm. I step forward and then she pushes him hard and he flies back.
I wait to see what happens. She follows him out into the hall and pushes him again.
Huh? What the fuck is she doing?
She grabs him by the throat and rams him hard up against the wall.
What the…? I blink my eyes to see if I am imagining this. He grabs her around the throat and she quickly does some practiced move and flips him onto his back.
She slams his head hard up against the floor as she begins to choke him with her forearm across his throat.
He struggles as he tries to get up and yet she has him pinned down hard.
“What are you doing here?” she sneers.
“Go to Hell.” He growls.
“You have no fucking idea who you are dealing with.” She punches him hard in the face.
“I heard your little plan last night, asshole,” she yells as she bends and grabs him by the hair and slams it back on the floor. “This is your first and only warning. You go near Mac… You even think about Mac…” She pushes him again. “You even look his fucking way and I will kill you.”
“You’re crazy like him.” He growls as he tries to scramble to his feet to escape her attack.
She kicks him and he falls back onto the floor.
My eyes are wide. What in the fuck is going on here?
“I haven’t forgotten that cheap hit you laid on my jaw the first night I was here.”
“I will do it again,” he retorts.
She laughs out loud as she knees him hard. “Bring it.” She pauses. “Pussy boy isn’t so tough when he’s on his own.”
I feel my cock harden.
She pushes him forward and he falls back over. “I’m watching you.”
He scrambles on his hands and knees to escape her.
“Go near Mac and I promise, I will kill you.”
He stands and runs down the hall and up the stairs, and after running her fingers through her hair, Rosh turns and walks back casually into our room, closing the door behind her.
I stand still, my mind in overdrive.
Who the hell is she?