by Kara Parker
As she struggles out of his embrace he rolls over, pinning her to the bed, briefly taking her lips with his own, before rising off of her and onto his knees. She tries to steer him into her, but he pulls her hand away and flips her to her stomach before pulling her up onto her knees.
As she rises up into the position he enters her, giving her no chance to prepare. The rush of pleasure as he parts her folds causes her head to pull up, her mouth opening as her eyes close. He begins to move, slowly at first, but rapidly increasing the speed and power of his thrusting. Her orgasm is coming… and it is coming hard.
As Rose begins to cry out in pleasure, he pauses in his thrusts briefly, getting to his feet in a low crouch, hovering over her back, one hand pressed into the bed for support, the other wrapped around her waist holding her tight as he thrusts.
The sudden change in the angle causes him to hit her right in the sweet spot, his position letting him go incredibly deep. As he pistons hard into her, pleasure like she has never felt before explodes in her. “Oh… my… God…” she wails as she is buried in pleasure so intense can scarcely accept it. Her orgasm hits her like an avalanche, tumbling her helplessly toward the edge in its unstoppable power. And still he thrusts.
“Come on,” he grunts, driving himself into her over and over as Rose thrashes and moans. He has her pinned to his legs with her arm, but she is alternately pushing back into him, and pulling away as she cries out.
“Oh God! Oh God! I can’t take anymore!” Rose screams as she falls facefirst into the bed, freeing her hands to push at his leg, to pull at his arm, desperate to be free from the devastating orgasm that simply will not end.
“Come on! Fuck...” Joseph grunts again, determined to push Rose though, to give her the orgasm to end all orgasms. She pushes hard against his legs, tearing at his arm, pushing with her legs as she struggles to get free, rolling and twisting, her nails cutting into his flesh as she continues to cry out in pleasure.
“Stop… I can’t take it… oh my God… fuck… I can’t take it… fuck!” she cries as her orgasm continues to destroy her.
He feels her collapse, suddenly becoming as limp as a rag doll. He continues to thrust for a moment longer, then stops, pulling himself free of her and lowering her hips to the bed as he settles to his knees, then to his side beside her.
Rose lies still, unable to move. Never has she ever come so hard or for so long, wanting to sob as her orgasm washes out of her. She feels Joseph snuggle at her side, draping an arm across her back. “My God! How long?” she gasps out.
“How long what?” he asks in confusion.
“How long did I come?”
“I don’t know. A minute solid, maybe. Why?”
She is quiet, trying to take in the answer. It had felt like hours, days, an eternity, as she burned in orgasmic fire. She turns her head, the only part of her she has the strength to move, to look into his face. “I hope you’re done, because I am.”
Despite himself, Joseph chuckles before kissing her on the lips. “Had a good one, did you?”
“I’m dizzy.”
Joseph smiles. For the first time that he can remember, he has bested her in bed. That’s one out of thousands, but at least he’s broken his losing streak. “We’ll have to try that one again.”
Rose grins as strength slowly seeps back into her body. “Hell no. At twenty, maybe. But at thirty... that is an express ride to a heart attack. Or an aneurysm.”
“Might I remind the lady, she isn’t thirty yet.”
“Close enough,” she says, rolling to her back. As expected, he follows, propping on an elbow at her side as he leans in for a kiss.
“Well, I enjoyed it—didn’t you?”
Rose can feel his hardness pressing into her leg so she knows he didn’t come. She needs a couple of more minutes and then she will take care of that. “It was so intense I couldn’t stand it. I felt like I was being electrocuted, or burned, or something. But in a good way,” she adds with a smile when she sees the look of concern cross his face. “Right now I am so noodled I can barely function.”
Joseph settles, snuggling in as if they are going to sleep. But she has other plans. She turns to face him, pushing him off his side onto his back. “I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping yet,” she coos as she drags her nails lightly along the inside of his leg and across his balls, making him hiss and jerk.
“I thought you said you were done.”
“I was wrong,” she says as she takes his lips with her own. She probably won’t come again tonight. Probably can’t come again tonight. But that doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy how close they are at this moment.
They kiss slowly, deeply, almost as if starting anew. Rose uses her nails with devastating effect on his scrotum and thighs.
“Easy…” she murmurs as Joseph touches her womanhood while they kiss. “I’m still sensitive…” She sighs as he backs off slightly on the pressure, his feather-light touch as they slowly masturbate each other feeling simply delicious.
Joseph allows Rose to set the pace, not wanting to push her too hard and inadvertently hurt her. It takes a moment, but he feels her wetness return and he gently inserts a finger into her, stirring it around, causing her to writhe.
“I want you,” she finally whispers when he doesn’t make any move to take her. His finger feels good, but his cock will feel better.
Moving between her thighs, Joseph enters her slowly. She is wet enough, but after her comment about being sensitive, he is moving carefully. As he plumbs her depths Rose looks at him, her lips flickering into fleeting snarls. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, unsure if Rose is uncomfortable.
“God, yes,” she sighs.
He begins to pump harder, Rose’s walls around his shaft, her hands roaming his body, making him feel erotic in the extreme. “Are you going to come again?” he whispers before tasting her lips.
“No… I don’t think so. But I want you to come. Can you come for me?”
He doesn’t answer—no answer is required—but he begins to increase the speed of his thrusts… then slows, settling softly into her embrace.
“What wrong?” she asks.
“Nothing,” he sighs as he tucks his head into her neck, kissing her in her favorite spot. “I just want this moment to last.”
She smiles, stilling her hands long enough to pull him tight. “Yes… I want that too,” she breathes.
He moves with her, in a metronome of pleasure, his stead,y rhythmic thrusting as his lips explore her neck and shoulder delighting her flesh as well as her soul. As they move, she can feel a slick of sweat form on his back, then later, on her own skin... his panting breath against her neck heating her up. Though forty minutes ago she would have sworn she wouldn’t come twice in the same night, she feels the flicker of an orgasm forming.
Joseph can sense the change in Rose, her movements no longer seemly for his pleasure alone. Her breath becomes harder and faster, sprinkled with quiet gasps, moans, and whimpers of pleasure. He knows what she needs, what he needs, and he begins to thrust harder.
“That’s it…” she gasps, pulling at his head, holding it to her shoulder.
Those two simple words, innocent in most contexts, make him smile… and he begins to thrust harder.
Rose groans, hard and deep, tightening her embrace as she battles for her release. It is lurking just out of reach. She snarls as it taunts her.
He changes his grip, sliding his hands under Rose’s ass, holding her tight as he drives into her. She is nearly about to break his neck, her embrace crushing tight, but he says nothing, driving her to her orgasm as he begins to growl in the throes of his own pleasure.
Rose begins a hissing pant, her teeth clamped tight, her need for release almost painful. She releases his neck, freeing him to move again, hoping he can do something, anything, to end her exquisite torture.
Joseph pulls his hands from her ass, sliding them under her to hold her tight as he kisses her neck before rising up. He glancing brief
ly into Rose’s face as she hisses, her face red and twisted almost as if in pain. “Come on, baby,” he whispers, her hands grasping at his back as she wrestles with her own body. “Come on, baby. Come for me. You can do it,” he whispers again, the battle Rose is engaged in the most erotic thing he has ever seen, her face twisting in sweet anguish tearing at his control.
“Fuck…” she whimpers as her nerves burn with her unreleased orgasm. Joseph gaps as she tightens down her hold, every muscle straining as she writhes and snarls.
Rose’s fingers bite into his shoulders, her nails sinking in and causing him to gasp in pain. The sting is all it takes, her colossal struggle as she hisses and thrashes pushing him over the edge. “Fuck… I’m coming,” he grunts as he continues to drive into her, trying to give her the push she needs. She bites him on the shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make him hiss in pain again as she cries out. “Come on!” he snarls, his continued thrusting as he comes trying to tear him apart. “Fuck!” he roars, his nerves burning with the intensity of the pleasure. “Come!” he roars again as he pummels her in defiance of his body’s demand that he stop.
Suddenly her orgasm is there, washing over her like a wave, making her groan in relief as the agonizing torture finally ends. As Joseph settles, his hips finally still, she gasps with a shudder as her climax ends and she relaxes with a deep exhale.
Joseph exhales with a great, cleansing breath. It had been so close. If she had gone even ten seconds longer he’s not sure he could have finished her. He brings his lips to her, luxuriating in the long, lazy kiss as he basks in the warmth of passion spent.
“I’ve missed that,” Rose sighs as they kiss.
“What?”
“You fucking me to death.”
Joseph snickers into her lips. “You’re pretty lively for a corpse.”
Rose giggles. “I must be a zombie. I bit you, didn’t I? Did it hurt much? I’m sorry.”
“Rose, that was the sexist thing I have ever seen... watching you as you were about to come. The bite didn’t hurt, but even if it did, it would have been worth it.”
Rose sighs deeply. “That was killing me. It was like I was orgasming, but not. I couldn’t quite get there. I get this tingle all though my body for just a second or two right before I come. That is where I was, but I was stuck there. I couldn’t go forward, and I couldn’t back up. That tingle feels great for just a second, but not for an hour. Fuck… you were incredible tonight!”
“Does that mean I’m not incredible all the other nights?” he teases.
She snickers and slaps lightly at his shoulder. “Maybe I should say you were more incredible than usual.” She smiles at him for a moment, then becomes serious. “Nobody makes me feel like you do. Nobody.” She can feel herself wanting to tear up, her emotions are so strong. “I love you. I love you so much.”
He kisses her sweetly. “I love you too. I always have. I always will.”
She pulls him back down, tucking his face into her neck so he won’t see her tears if she cries, holding him there until she gets her emotions under control.
She finally releases her grip upon him a few minutes later and he flops to the bed as she crawls into her normal snuggle. “I’m wiped,” she says as she falls into a heap at his side. “I’ll sleep good tonight,” she adds, punctuating the comment with an enormous yawn that makes them both snicker. “See what I mean?”
He meets her halfway for another slow kiss before she settles back into place, becoming still. In moments her breathing becomes deep and regular as she passes into sleep. He lies there, warm with the love from this incredible woman, and dreams of the day they will be together each night… until he, too, slips into darkness.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
“You want some orange juice before we leave?” Rose calls from the kitchen before sipping from her own glass the following morning.
“No. But thanks,” Joseph says as he steps out of the bed room. “What time are you leaving for home?”
“Tomorrow afternoon,” she says, watching him as he moves up the hall to toward the kitchen. Goddamn, he’s sexy! He looks even more pumped up than normal in his tight jeans and snug Nine Devils jacket.
“Rose…”
“Just wait a minute,” she says, interrupting him, pulling her thoughts back from ravaging him right here on the kitchen floor. “I’m going, but I need to let the staff at the Goose know that I’m leaving. I have to pack and I have to make sure Melina is ready. Besides, you’re going to have a tough time convincing her to go. One more day isn’t going to make that much difference, is it?”
He frowns, then relents. “No, probably not. But tomorrow for sure?”
“Tomorrow,” she confirms. “After this is all over, will you come to Vegas for a while? You haven’t eaten in my restaurant. I would like it if you would.”
Joseph smiles. “I would like that. Thanks. But I can’t stay, you know that.”
“Maybe,” she smiles. “I would like you to give me a chance to change your mind. Vegas isn’t called Sin City for nothing. There must be something you can do there, right?”
“You know,” he says with a smirk, “you have a pretty relaxed attitude about all of this now. What’s changed?”
“I’ve changed. Melina told me you were the same old Joseph, but I didn’t believe her. I didn’t see how you could be and still traffic in drugs. But I now realize she is right. You’re just like you have always been. And your arguments make sense. Why should I care what people do so long as it doesn’t affect me? If they want to ruin their lives, so be it. Just don’t expect me to pick up the pieces.”
Joseph smiles as he takes her glass and sets it on the counter before tipping her head up by her chin and lowering his lips to hers. The orange juice makes her kiss sweeter still. “Now you are starting to think like a free woman,” he says, pulling his lips from hers. “Keep thinking like that and you may be joining us one day.”
She smiles, wondering if maybe she could… one day. Perhaps Joseph could continue to live off the grid and she could take over for Melina and Tim and provide the link to the outside world. Then, when the time is right, she simply… disappears.
“What?” Joseph asks as Rose smiles dreamily.
“I was just thinking about riding with the Nines. I have a proposition to discuss with you when you come to Vegas.”
“You’re propositioning me?” Joseph teases, tossing down the rest of Rose’s juice and rinsing the glass.
“You bet your ass. And I have an idea to discuss too,” she says as she pats him on the butt while they step into the garage.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
“I still don’t like it!” Joseph says firmly as they sit around the decimated remains of breakfast. The discussion has been lively as Melina dug in her heels about leaving. Joseph has pleaded, demanded, threatened, and finally relented.
“I know,” Melina says. “But what is to prevent them from simply walking up and shooting me in Vegas? I’m not safe anywhere. None of us are. I’m safest right here, with you, and you know it.”
“I don’t see why you are willing to move to the clubhouse and not go to Vegas with Rose. You’re still leaving home!”
“Because this is my house. Not my home. Eagle Valley is home, and I will still be here.”
Joseph growls. “You’re so damn stubborn! You always have been!”
“That’s right. So let’s move on to what we’re going to do. How long do the kids have to stay at Mom and Dad’s?”
“I don’t know. A few weeks I would think. It depends on when the cartel plans to move against us. I suspect it will be soon, before we have a chance to dig in.”
“Okay. I will get them there today. I don’t know how I’m going to explain this, but I will think of something. What about the Goose?”
“So long as you and the Nines stay away, it should be safe enough. There is no gain in shooting up a place for no reason.”
“And you’re going back to V
egas?” Melina asks Rose.
“Yes. Tomorrow. I’m going to talk the Dick, Roger and Arnie today. Turn the restaurant over to them. You’re probably going to have to hire another manager, Melina, or you are going to burn them out.”
“I’ll do what I have to.”
“Okay. I’ll let Dick handle it.”
“So are we set?” Melina asks, looking around the table.