“You like that baby?”
“I love it,” she says, her arms wrapped around my neck. “Oh, oh, oh, yes.” She comes against me, her pussy walls tightening around my cock as she comes nice and hard.
I pummel into her, coming into her warm pussy. I finish, filling her deep. And when I set her back down, she wobbles, her knees weak.
“Fuck, woman, you are incredible.” I pull her close to me again, and I smack her round ass playfully. “Next time I’m gonna lick your ass and you’re gonna come in my mouth, understood?”
“Understood,” she says, blushing hard. “You’re naughty, Buck, I had no idea.”
“There’s no way in hell what we just did was naughty, wrong, bad. What we just did was heaven sent, Rosie. What we just shared was fucking magic.”
She blinks slowly, a smile spread across her lips. Well fucked, with a pleased pussy.
I want to do that with Rosie every damn day.
We hear a noise in the diner.
“Hello? Rosie?”
Fuck. It’s my mom.
“Shit.” Rosie reaches for her panties, her dress. “Fucking fuck.”
I grin. “Damn, darling, I had no idea you had a filthy mouth.”
She pulls up the zipper on her dress, and when her eyes meet mine, she looks sad. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know, Buck.”
I frown, buttoning my jeans. “I know, but I want to find out.”
She washes her hands and then reaches for the door.
“Wait,” I tell her. “I don’t want you walking out there before you promise that you’ll go out with me tonight.”
“Uh, sure.”
“Sure?” I snort, surprised at her lackluster response.
“Of course, Buck. Just, I don’t want Cherri to think anything happened here.”
“She’s gonna know the moment we both walk out of this bathroom.”
Rosie looks flustered, and she pulls open the door. “Well, let’s not be obvious.”
Of course, I know my mother. And I know that she doesn’t miss a single fucking thing.
“Rosie?” I hear my mom ask. “Why is the diner closed?”
I step out from the bathroom, dressed, and in one piece, but not wanting Rosie to take any heat when I am the one who just fucked her.
“Hey, Mom, I came by and Rosie made me lunch.” I jut my chin toward the corner booth still piled with our plates.
“Well, what were you two doing in the bathroom? And why’d you shut down the diner?” Mom crosses her arms, looking between Rosie and me.
I know my face reveals everything because my mom throws her arms in the air.
“Are you two kidding me?” she asks. I look over at Rosie who looks about to hyperventilate. Her eyes are wide, scared, and I hate that I’ve put her in a position of vulnerability after the incident with those two thugs.
“Mom, it wasn’t like that. Some guys showed up, flinging guns around like they owned the place. I kicked them out, had to fucking pull my gun on them, but they left. Rosie was shook up and I was with her in the bathroom to help keep her together. It was traumatizing shit.” I nod toward the safe beneath the register. “His gun is in there.”
“Oh, my god,” my mom says, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m so glad you were here Buck. What would this sweet thing have done if you weren’t here?”
“I know, Cherri,” Rosie pipes up. “He was my guardian angel.”
“Oh, Buck, you were the hero,” Mom says. “But you need to get the cops involved. Report the crime and turn in the gun.”
Rosie looks at me, discreetly shaking her head, clearly not wanting the story getting out.
I want to protect whatever she’s hiding, but also want to make sure those assholes don’t come back for her.
“You need to go to the cops, Buck,” Mom says.
“I can’t leave you two here, alone,” I tell her, looking at Rosie.
“Your father’s on his way, Buck.” Her eyebrows raise. “Speak of the devil.” Our eyes all settle on the parking lot where my dad’s truck is pulling up.
I draw a long breath. “Okay,” I say, nodding, knowing this needs to be reported, but wanting to protect Rosie. “I’ll be back within an hour.”
8
The moment Buck pulls away in his truck, I know I need to make my move. Time is not on my side.
I need to get away before he returns. With one touch, I knew he’d do anything to protect me.
But I’m not his responsibility. And the trouble that follows me isn’t going away anytime soon.
Buck deserves more than I can offer. Because the truth is, all I can offer is the promise of a mobster on a mission to find me and drag me home kicking and screaming.