Undeniable (Tortured Love Book 4)

by Ravenna Tate

  “We need to do this more often,” he shouted, close to her ear.

  A quick nod was the only indication she’d heard him over the music, but he didn’t buy her nonchalance at never going out on dates. No woman he’d ever met was content with such an arrangement. Either she was a gifted liar, or she was trying too hard to understand the demands of his job. Regardless, he vowed to make an effort to go places with her other than her bedroom.

  When the band took a break, Rosanna sat down and drank an entire bottle of water without stopping. “Whew! I haven’t danced that hard in ages.”

  “Let me get you a few more bottles.” He laughed softly. “Or better yet, an entire case of it. You look like you need it.”

  “Thank you.” He turned to go, but she grabbed his arm. “Houston, thank you for this. Thank you for everything tonight.”

  Ah, hell. This woman made his heart melt and sent his hormones into overdrive. Her big, dark eyes screamed love and lust. What man in his right mind could resist her? Houston took his seat again and pulled her into his arms to kiss her, tongue and all. It took every ounce of willpower to release that perfect mouth.

  “Will you be okay here while I get us more water?” He eyed the cretins snickering and muttering crude remarks as they filed past.

  “Of course.” She slid her hand between their bodies and clamped it over the bulge in his pants. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, though.”

  “Fuck,” he whispered, forcing himself to move away from her. A few more seconds next to her like this and they’d be grinding right here in their seats. He hadn’t experienced lust or emotion like this since high school. It made him feel young and strong again.

  As he made his way toward the concessions, he reflected no man should feel old and weak at thirty-eight. Then again, he felt twice that age on the best of days. Rosanna was the reason he actually went home from the precinct, and looked forward to his days off.

  Most days, it seemed like he was recalling someone else’s life, or a story told to him, when he remembered he’d been married three times. To be fair, none of them had lasted more than a year, but he still found it difficult to believe. He and Rosanna had been a couple now for just over two months. How long before she grew tired of his bullshit and kicked his sorry ass to the curb?

  “Six waters.” He couldn’t carry more than that in his arms. If she needed more, he’d come back a second time.

  “Six?” The guy looked at him like he hadn’t heard correctly.

  “Yeah. Six. It comes after five, and before seven.”

  The guy shrugged, snickered, and turned around. He took his sweet time walking toward where Houston assumed they kept the bottles, so while he waited, Houston tried to recall how long he’d dated Ava, wife number one, before popping the question.

  He’d been a kid right out of college, and they had dated through most of their senior year, off and on. Did that count? The longest they’d gone without taking a break had been a month. In hindsight, getting married was the worst decision either of them could have made at the time. Marriage didn’t solve the problems in a relationship. It only heightened them, and they had plenty of problems going in.

  When the man returned, he dropped the bottles on the counter. “Here you go.”

  Houston paid for them in and then attempted to gather them into his arms, wishing he hadn’t snapped at the man. Surely they had bags for these things. But his pride wouldn’t let him ask, so he pretended this was easy as he made his back to where Rosanna waited.

  His marriage to Ava had lasted six months before she issued an ultimatum. Get a different job, or it was over. Houston had laughed in her face. Not his proudest moment. He had tried in vain to explain that this was the job he wanted, and it came with shitty hours and long shifts. She hadn’t cared enough to stick it out, but to be fair, he hadn’t cared enough to talk it through before they had walked down the aisle.

  The bottles shifted, and he nearly dropped them all before regaining control. Almost there.

  Daphne, wife number two, had been a witness. Not a witness he’d interviewed, but still a bad move to ask her out in the first place. They’d dated all of three weeks before he popped the question, complete with a ring that cost more than he made in a month at the time. She’d been flashy, a bit older, and exciting. He’d been studying his ass off to make detective, and she was an event planner for big ticket items in town like fund raisers and celebrity dinners.

  Houston had been dazzled by her looks, her name dropping, and her non-stop, star-studded lifestyle. Once she realized she’d married a cop who worked all the time and didn’t know or care about the difference between Beluga or salmon roe caviar, the bloom fell off the rose. Hell. It fell off the entire fucking bush. The marriage lasted less than three months, and ended up costing him way too much money to get out of.

  Of the three, Houston most regretted Jayne. Sweet, simple Jayne, who still worked in a law firm downtown as an administrative assistant. They had dated for six months, and were married for just under a year. She hated his long hours, had wanted a baby right away, and he had been a complete ass to her.

  After making detective a few months before they got married, he worked hard to prove himself. He also ignored his new wife, made little effort to be home with her, and flat out told her the idea of bringing a child into this world scared the shit out of him. Again, all things they should have discussed before saying “I do”.

  “Third time is not a charm,” he muttered. But was the fourth time? Was Rosanna even interested in marriage? She said she wasn’t, but did she mean it, or was she merely trying to be patient and understanding?

  Once he reached their seats, he stood against the wall for a few seconds to watch her. God, she’s beautiful. And sexy. And totally oblivious to the men practically tripping over their feet as they walked past her. He swore one had drool on his chin.

  What the fuck was she doing with him? She could have any man in this place. All she’d have to do was smile at him, and he’d follow her around like a lovesick puppy.

  A woman like Rosanna deserved more than a cop who worked insane hours and brooded about life. She should be dressed in the finest clothes, eating that caviar shit with rich dudes who had drivers and helicopters. He could easily picture her at fancy parties and events he only read about online, or caught glimpses of on the news.

  As if sensing his presence, she turned, spotted him, and gave him the brightest smile he’d ever seen on anyone’s face. And his big, stupid heart melted all over again. He was so damn in love with her, and could not imagine his life without her. Why the fuck she had chosen him would remain a mystery, but Houston was beyond grateful that she had.

  ****

  Rosanna laughed as Houston fumbled the water bottles. She had tried to take a few from him, and he’d tried to show her it was easy to carry them. They bumped heads scooping them off the floor before anyone stepped on them, which sent her laughing all over again.

  “You looked really thirsty,” he said in a small voice.

  “And I love you for bringing this many.”

  “They’re not quite as easy to carry as I thought.”

  “No, I don’t imagine they are, so stop being so embarrassed by that.”

  “What makes you think I’m embarrassed?”

  “Right…” She kissed him before they took their seats again, still laughing inside at the picture of him trying to carry so many bottles at once.

  The second half of the show was just as good as the first, and by the encore, she actually had Houston dancing with her in the aisle. She could tell he wasn’t comfortable doing so, and she fell in love with him all over again for trying so hard anyway. She also drank four of the six bottles he’d bought, and consequently was forced to wait in long lines on the way out to use the bathroom.

  When she emerged, he teased her about making him wait, so she whispered in his ear, “I’ll make it worth your while on the way back to my place.”

  “Meaning?” />
  She gave him her best mysterious smile. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

  During their walk to the parking lot, Houston rubbed her ass and tried to get her to tell him what she intended to do, but Rosanna refused to say. She did, however, enjoy his hands on her, even if it did earn them some odd or shocked looks from others. Rosanna didn’t give a shit about that. Let them look.

  Once they were out of the lot and on the road, Rosanna scooted as close as possible to Houston and rubbed the erection in his pants.

  “Babe … shit. Not sure I can drive with you doing that.”

  The sound of a zipper filled the car. “You’ll have to drive with me doing more than that in a moment.”

  “Oh, fuck. Shit.”

  “Is that a ‘no’?” She pulled her hand away. “I’ll stop if you really want me to.”

  “Fuck no. I mean … hell. I don’t know.”

  “You’re a big boy.” Rosanna clamped her hand on his dick. “A very big boy. You can handle it.” She freed his cock and pushed his jeans down a little to make him more comfortable, while he grunted and groaned softly, trying to keep his attention on the road.

  “Rosanna, this is seriously dangerous.”

  “Yeah. I know.” She bent over and licked his shaft, loving the salty, musky taste. He groaned louder. “That’s why I’m doing it.”

  “You might be the anti-Christ.”

  A soft chuckle escaped her throat, but her concentration was focused on wetting his cock with her tongue and teasing the velvety skin with her fingertips. He writhed on the seat, and Rosanna sat up long enough to notice that he’d exited the freeway and was driving on back roads. That was good. It gave her more time to work him into a frenzy.

  After easing his jeans down a bit more, she was able to take his dick into both hands and stroke slowly up and down the shaft, while flicking her tongue over the tip. “Mmm. You taste good.”

  “Babe … oh fuck me sideways.”

  Every few seconds she’d take as much of his cock into her mouth as possible, and suck hard. He moaned loudly, bucking his hips into her face. She alternated the sucking with light, fluttery kisses up and down his shaft, or long, slow licks.

  “Almost there,” he whispered.

  “You’re ready to come?”

  “No. Almost at your place.”

  A quick peek told her she had about five minutes, tops, to finish him off, so she took him back into her mouth and sucked, squeezing the base in a rhythmic pattern at the same time. He yelled her name, and Rosanna braced herself as hot cum shot against the back of her throat.

  One of his hands grabbed her hair, and she swallowed, keeping up the pressure until she was certain she’d milked every tasty drop out of him. It took her a few seconds to realize the car had stopped, and when she glanced out the window again, they were in her apartment complex parking lot.

  “Hope no one calls the cops,” she said. “That would be embarrassing.”

  Houston’s loud laugh filled her with joy. He tugged on her hair. “Babe, upstairs, now. I’m going to eat you out until you fucking beg me to stop. And then I’m going to fuck you into next week.”

  Chapter Eight

  As soon as she shut the door behind them, Houston grabbed her and picked her up. Rosanna squealed in delight as he carried her, not to her bedroom as she’d expected, but into the living room. He dropped her on the sofa and pulled off her boots.

  “You’re kidding … in here?”

  “Hush now.” Houston pulled down her tights, taking her panties with them. “It’s my turn to torture you, you sexy devil woman.” He knelt on the floor and shifted her body around so that she was lying on the sofa lengthwise, and he could bury his face between her legs.

  “Mark this day on the calendar. Houston Cassidy is having sex outside of the bedroom.”

  “I told you to hush.” He rose up on his knees and leaned over her face, grasping it in both hands. As he kissed her, he shoved his tongue into her mouth and Rosanna was helpless while the hottest kiss she’d ever had washed over her. She moaned into his open mouth, enjoying the delicious tingles spreading down her arms and legs.

  “That’s better.” After resuming his place between her legs, she cried out in pleasure when two long fingers slipped into her soaking wet pussy. Houston made sexy noises in the back of his throat as he moved them in and out. She could actually hear her juices.

  “You’re soaked.”

  “As if I could help that.”

  When he clamped his mouth on her groin, Rosanna lifted her hips toward his face and moaned loudly. She buried her fingers in his hair and closed her eyes, letting the sensations fill her mind and body. He sucked her clit, alternating that with licking her asshole, her labia, and every fold inside them. Gentle fingers probed and caressed. His tongue was warm, wet, and exhilarating, exerting just the right pressure to leave her climax poised there on the edge, but never quite spilling over.

  “Please … Houston, please!”

  “You’re not ready yet.”

  “Yes, I am!”

  A low chuckle raised goosebumps on her arms. He repositioned himself and now slid three fingers into her, moving them at a snail’s pace, but the effect was the same as if his dick was inside her. That mouth worked its magic once more on her clit while Rosanna pushed her hips further against his tongue and hand, willing the orgasm to crest.

  Once it finally did, it started slowly, sending shivers up and down her spine and forcing loud cries from her throat. And still Houston kept finger fucking her and licking her clit. Even when the contractions had spread through her body and back again, he didn’t release her.

  “Oh, God! Oh, please…”

  “Had enough?” That incredibly sexy grin sent tingles racing over her skin once more.

  “Yes.”

  “But I haven’t.” He stood, towering over her before he grasped her tunic and pulled it over her head. Rosanna watched him, every nerve ending on fire for this sexy, rough man. He removed her bra and tossed it across the room, then stepped back to gaze at her body.

  All she could was sit there and watch him, breathing hard, waiting to see what he would do next. She wanted him inside her in the worst way, but had the sneaking suspicion she’d have to wait a while longer.

  “I am so in love with you, Rosanna.”

  “I’m in love with you, too.”

  Houston took her hand and pulled her to her feet, sat down in her place, and grasped her hips. “Bring that pussy here, babe.” She straddled him, gasping as he moved her closer to his face. When he clamped his mouth on her groin again, Rosanna moaned weakly. She was completely spent, but once he began to suck her clit, another climax started to build. She braced her hands on the back of the sofa as he wrapped one arm around her ass cheeks to hold her in place.

  Now that he had a hand free, long fingers pushed up into her pussy again while he kept up his sweet torture with that amazing mouth. He was determined to coax another orgasm from her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. The realization sent shivers down her spine and delicious tingles over her skin. She’d never seen him like this, and the sheer dominance of it engulfed her until nothing else existed.

  When the climax came, it was stronger than she’d have imagined it could be, but all Rosanna could do was moan continuously as it washed over her. He didn’t release her or withdraw his fingers until her contractions stopped.

  After he laid her on the sofa, he stood. “Don’t move. Be right back.”

  As if she could. Rosanna closed her eyes and let the sensations course through her body and her mind while she smiled and stretched. It only took a moment for him to return. He was naked, and he’d donned a condom, but she barely had time to register those facts before he was between her legs once more.

  “Babe, I’m going to fuck you silly.” He plunged his dick into her pussy, and she cried out in surprise and pleasure, clinging to his forearms as he slammed into her. He’d never fucked her like this. He was a man
possessed, determined to claim her as his, with no doubt left over.

  “I can’t get enough of you, Rosanna.”

  “I hope you never do.”

  Roughly, he withdrew, leaned over and kissed her, then repositioned her on her side. He lifted her top leg and sank his cock into her pussy once more, holding up the leg with one hand while he caressed her clit with the other. “You’re going to come again.”

  “I’m not sure I can.” It felt so damn incredible to be fucked like this, but she’d never had three orgasms in such a short time.

  “You will.” Houston bent her top leg at the knee, matching the bottom one, and let it rest on her opposite thigh. At this angle, every hard thrust massaged her clit, and Rosanna cried out as another climax began to build.

  “Told ya.”

  “You’re insatiable tonight.”

  “I will never stop wanting you, babe. Never.”

  One hand slid up to grasp her right breast, kneading it the way she loved, while the other gently smacked her ass cheeks, alternating. “You were a very bad girl tonight.”

  “Was I?” She could barely think, let alone speak. Delicious sensations spread through her body once more.

  “Yes.” He swatted her harder now, and that combined with the fucking, and him playing with her nipples, sent her over the edge. She was going to come again, and that realization forced a giggle from her.

  “Giving me a blowjob while I was driving, and now laughing at me.”

  Rosanna couldn’t answer. All she could do was close her eyes and let the emotions envelope her. Houston’s thrusts grew more intense, and when her orgasm began, he cried out and pumped into her hard and rough.

  “Oh, fuck. Oh, babe … oh my God this is so fucking good.”

  For long, luscious moments she lay there, his body draped over hers and his arms around her, while their breathing slowly returned to normal. When he pulled out, he stood and helped her to her feet before wrapping an arm around her waist to walk into the bedroom with her.