"Are you going to share a room with her?"
"Not sure ‘bout that either. A bientôt." He walked out of the room and went downstairs to the guest room Isa had given to Clotille, knocking softly on the door.
"Come in."
He went into the room, making sure to lock the door after he closed it. "How're you feeling? It must've been a brutal ride for you."
She smiled. "It was pretty intense. I didn't think my butt would ever have feeling in it again. I guess twenty hours on the back of a bike will do that, huh?"
He chuckled. "Yeah. Imagine if we'd ridden straight through." He went over to the bed, bent down, and kissed her deeply. "That's for being such a good sport."
She grasped his arms and yanked him down before she sat up, the sheet falling off her. He held his breath when he saw her rounded tits and pink nipples, he reached out and pinched one of her nipples. "You got beautiful tits, chérie." Dipping his head low, he pulled one of the buds into his mouth, licking and sucking it until it hardened. He fucking loved feeling a nipple harden under his touch. He moved his mouth to her other one. Her gasp made his desire heighten, and when she squeezed his inner thigh a low moan came from his throat.
She palmed his thighs, hips, and belly, then unbuttoned his jeans and slipped her warm hand inside. Breathing heavily he waited for her to touch his cock, but her hand stayed right above it, her fingers lightly pinching his skin. Fuck! I'm going to blow my wad if she keeps up this teasing shit. But the truth was he loved it. The women he screwed usually went for his cock right away and it was nice, but the anticipation he was feeling with her at that moment was more than hot.
With her other hand, she lifted his head and kissed him gently on the lips. "And that's for being such a kind soul and helping me out."
The desire in her eyes sent him over the edge and he crashed his mouth against hers, sucking her bottom lip with such intensity that he was sure it would be bruised. He wanted to fucking devour her whole. "What the fuck are you doing to me, chérie?" In response, she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock and squeezed. "Fuck," he groaned, then bit the side of her neck hard. Her whimper was his undoing. He gripped the sheet and tore it away from her, then ripped off her panties before he stripped. He searched through his jeans pockets. "Fuck," he said under his breath.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't have a goddamned condom in my pocket. Fuck. It's in my bag upstairs."
"I'm on the pill and I'm clean. What about you? The club girls have been around."
"I always use a condom."
"Not always … remember our first time together?" She smiled and took his hand, pulling him back to her.
"Yeah. That was the only time I did it raw." He ran his hands all over her body and feasted his eyes on her exquisite nakedness. With her arousal, the tips of her tits had become stiff peaks that taunted him. He pinched and pulled each one, each moan from her driving him wilder with desire than the last. As she arched her back he devoured her flesh with his teeth, lips, and tongue, her pebbling skin making him harder than he'd ever been. He wanted all of her: her body, heart, and soul. And at that moment, as he consumed her, he knew nothing less than that would do.
She was his fucking weakness.
And she knew it.
A couple hours later, they lay tangled in the sheets, completely sated with his arms around her, her hair covering his chest like a blanket. I'm so fucked with her. Now that I've tasted her I can't walk away. Shit, how the hell can I be so wrapped up in her when I don't even fuckin' trust her? How does she pussy-whip me like that, and why the fuck do I let her do it?
It was because her hair smelled like wildflowers in the spring, her skin was like silk, her lips were soft, and her pussy tasted like salty honey. He fucking craved this woman, and he was madder than hell that he did. Each time her scent filled his nostrils, her hand touched him, and her whimpers fell on his ear, his damn dick would twitch. He didn't want her. He'd written her off years back, decided she was a bitch of the worst kind, yet there he was getting hard again as she lay across his chest. Damn!
Maybe she'd bewitched him. He wouldn't put it past her to have ordered some kind of mojo bag from Madame Vincennes to entice him. What other explanation could there be? He'd never felt this way with all the women he'd screwed over the years, and there had been too many to count. She was the only one who grabbed him. But then, it'd started when he was eleven.
Fuck. I wonder if Madame has something to exorcize a sexy vixen who smells like heaven out of my life.
* * *
The following morning, Rock woke up and reached over but Clotille's spot was empty beside him. Sitting up, he yawned and looked to the bathroom, but the door was open and the room was dark. Figuring she'd already gone upstairs for her morning coffee-she couldn't function without it-he rose to his feet and went to take his shower.
When he entered the kitchen he expected to see her sitting at the table with a coffee mug in her hand, so he was surprised to find his sister alone. She smiled at him. "Did you have a good sleep?" The twinkle in her eye made him grin.
"Yeah. Have you seen Clotille?"
"No. I thought she was still sleeping."
"No." He sent her a quick text and poured himself a cup of coffee. "I wonder where the fuck she could be. She's not answering my texts."
"She doesn't have a car, so maybe she went out for a walk."
"She went in a yellow car," Michael came in, his hand clutching the tarantula paperweight.
"Yellow car? Did it have words on the doors?"
"Yep. Mom, do we have any of the cereal with the colored marshmallows?"
Where the fuck did she go, and why did she take a cab? She could've asked me to take her. She's fuckin' playing her secrets game.
"Do you want some cereal, Uncle Rock?"
He ruffled the boy's hair and smiled. "Nah, I'm good. You're a growing kid so you need all that sugar." He shrugged when Isa glared at him and then stepped out onto the patio, plugging in Clotille's phone number. No answer. Concern swept through his body as he stared at the blank screen. Where the fuck are you?
He hadn't even realized he'd stayed out so long until he heard Isa and Clotille speaking in the kitchen. He jumped to his feet and rushed in, his nostrils flaring. "Where the fuck have you been?" he demanded.
She placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. "Good morning to you. Since you're monitoring my whereabouts, I met up with a friend. I didn't want to wake you up to take me. What's the big deal?"
"The big deal is I didn't know if you'd been hurt or fuckin' kidnapped."
Isa slipped between them. "I'm going to give you guys some privacy."
After she left, Clotille glared at Rock. "How dare you speak to me that way, especially in front of your sister. Am I your prisoner?"
"No, but you fuckin' should've left me a note, or answered your goddamned phone. And for the record, I don't believe your shit at all. You didn't want anyone to know you were here and all of a sudden you're meeting a friend. You better start leveling with me or you're on your own, sweetheart." His chest was heaving.
"I didn't think you'd get this mad, and I didn't get your call. My reception wasn't good."
"You fucking someone?"
"What? No! Why would you ask me such a ridiculous thing?"
"‘Cause you're keeping shit from me and I don't know why."
She walked over to him and ran her hands up his arms. "I went to see Stephan. He was so happy to see me. It's been a long time … The last time I was here, I was only able to spend a couple of hours with him." She bowed her head down. "I miss him so much. I wanted to be alone with him. I hope you understand. Please, let's not fight." She leaned in to him and brushed a kiss over his jaw.
He stood rigid, but his anger and tension were melting under her touch, her scent, her nearness. Fuck! He wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her closer. "Don't fuckin' do this shit to me again. You need to tell me where you're going so I know in case something happens. You know Frederick's pissed at you. I wouldn't put it past him to figure out you're here and come after you."
"You've been in an outlaw club too long," she breathed in his ear, gently biting his earlobe.