Peter never failed to turn her on.
“I’m going to teach you everything, show you everything. Your whole world is going to explode, and you’re going to love every second.”
He rode her harder. Even with her on top, Peter was the one in control.
“Your body is only going to know my cock, and when I get you on birth control, I’m going to fuck you without a condom. I want to see your cunt, wet and naked.”
Those words were all it took. Rose came, crying out as Peter’s thrusts got harder and more intense.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.”
With the last thrust, Peter growled. His cock kicked inside her, and she felt him pulse into the waiting condom. She collapsed on his chest. From this angle she wasn’t going to get crushed by him.
Holding onto his body, she felt his heart hammering against her chest.
The only sound to be heard in the large room was their breathing.
He stroked her back, caressing his fingers down her spine and resting his hands on her ass.
“During sex people say shit they don’t mean. Did you mean what you said?” Peter asked.
“About loving you?” Her mind was a little fuzzy. He’d taken her on a rollercoaster ride, and she needed time to regain her thoughts.
“Yes.”
She smiled. “Are you feeling a little insecure?”
“You’re younger than me, Rose. When I commit it will be for life.”
“I come from Cape Falls. I marry for life.” She stroked the edge of one of his tattoos.
“Cape Falls is going to change. You don’t have to be stuck on that tradition—”
Rose pressed a finger to his lips. “Shut up. I love you, Peter, and I intend to spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”
She dropped her lips onto his.
“I’ve woken up and gone to heaven.”
Rolling her eyes, Rose giggled as he picked her up and carried her through to the bathroom. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“We’re taking a shower together, and then we’re going to bed.” He didn’t give her a chance to respond to his words.
Putting her on the floor, he pulled out of her body making her wince. The used condom was removed and thrown into the trashcan.
He took charge, carrying her into the shower. Rose felt loved by his affection. The day had been stressful, but ending with Peter in her arms would make any day worth it.
Peter, from his visits to the library, through to visiting her at her parents had saved her. Did he realise how much life he’d given her? Compared to how she’d been living, Peter had given her a chance to breathe. She felt like a woman, his woman. The thought alone of being consumed, owned and possessed, by Peter was enough to make her toes curl.
Chapter Twelve
The following morning, Peter made Rose breakfast, and then they were in his car, heading toward the local supermarket. The town appeared quiet. People were walking around, but there was no real activity. He saw the frowns on people’s faces. Gabriel’s words must have hit them all. Parking the car, he walked around to Rose’s side of the car. He helped her out of the car, wrapped an arm around her waist, and escorted her through to the supermarket.
Peter couldn’t recall a time in the last twenty-eight years when Cape Falls had been like this. The town’s people were always talking or doing something. Usually, when he came to town, the people loved to talk behind their hands, whispering. No one was doing anything. The grim expressions communicated more than anything.
“Everyone is so quiet,” Rose said, whispering.
“Let’s hope Gabriel got through to them.”
They entered the supermarket. Rose was pushing the trolley, and Peter held her hips as they walked together. He was doing his best to protect her from stares or gossip. He remembered a time when Laura had been in town, and their spiteful behaviour had been directed at her. Peter made sure to always be in the same place as she was. Dean had taken his place, which he was thankful for.
Tightening his grip on Rose’s hips, they made their way to the vegetables and fruit.
No one said a word as they made their way around the shop. Everyone was in their own world.
“This is so weird.”
“It’s good though.”
They were around the canned food section when one of the local women, Cassandra Marton, stopped them. She was in her early thirties and had married young. Peter knew she’d been one of the biggest gossipers. He made to pass around her, but Cassandra put a hand on the trolley stopping them.
“If you’re going to say something hateful, I suggest you move the fuck on,” Peter said. Years of having to put up with the town’s abuse had finally gotten to him. Rose was special. She was different and pure. She shouldn’t have to put up with negative crap at all. He would fight tooth and nail for her respect in this town. His respect, he didn’t give a crap about; Rose’s respect, however, he did.