Rocco

by Lagomarsino, Giulia

  “What the fuck are you doing?”

  I stepped back in confusion. It was like he was a completely different man right now.

  “I’m taking a shower with you.”

  “No, you’re not. You can wait until I’m done. I don’t shower with other people.”

  “But…we just had sex.”

  “Yeah, and now it’s over. Get out.”

  His tone was no-nonsense, but I got the feeling that he wasn’t really as angry as much as he sounded. It was more like he just wanted to be sure that I knew where I stood with him. Nodding, I stepped out of the shower and waited outside the bathroom door for him to finish. When he stepped out, towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping down his pecs, he jerked his chin at me.

  “Shower’s all yours.”

  I quickly washed up, trying to figure out exactly what that was all about, but decided that it really didn’t matter. So he didn’t like showering with women. Was it really that big of a deal? Not at all. After all, I had just had mind-blowing sex, and that had to count for more than a stupid shower.

  I got out and quickly dressed, tossing my hair up into a ponytail. He raised an eyebrow at me.

  “It’s fucking twenty degrees outside. Go dry your fucking hair.”

  “It’ll be fine. I’m hungry.”

  “We’re not fucking leaving until you dry your hair.”

  Rolling my eyes, I stalked back into the bathroom and dried my hair. I had to think hard for a minute about where I kept the gun I took from him. It wouldn’t do me any good if he got it back. I dried my hair, but it took a long time. I had thick, long hair, and that meant that I was in there for a good twenty minutes. When I walked out, Sam was saying goodbye to someone and hanging up his phone.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Rocco

  As soon as she went back into the bathroom, I pulled out my phone to call Sinner. I didn’t know what I was going to say exactly, but I had to at least let him know that I needed Cara to watch Evie for the night. Although, why I was sticking around, I still had no fucking clue. I got what I wanted. I fucked her hard and it was fantastic, much better than most of the women I fucked. Okay, that was a lie. It was definitely better than the other women I fucked. She was a wildcat for sure, but there was this innocence about her that really drew me in. Like the fact that she actually thought she could take me hostage. I snorted to myself. It was ridiculous really. I was fucking huge compared to her, and while I could see how she could hold her own in a fight with another woman, there was no way in hell she stood a chance against me.

  But she definitely had spirit. The way that she took me hostage led me to believe that whatever man she was running from wasn’t abusing her or anything like that. She didn’t shake when I got close to her, and she didn’t back down. There was no fear in her eyes, and she had no problem telling me to shut the fuck up. So, now I was intrigued. It was stupid, really, but I was dying to know what shit she got herself into that the police were after her. Plus, if I stayed with her until tomorrow, I could have the whole night to fuck her hard. Of course, like any other woman, she had to play by my rules. I wasn’t about to drop those just because these were extenuating circumstances. Damn, if only I had brought my rulebook with me. I’d have to start keeping a copy in the truck for instances like this.

  “Yo,” Sinner answered on the second ring.

  “Hey, I need Cara to watch Evie for the night.”

  He groaned. “Please tell me that you’re not out getting pussy. I had plans for tonight. I bought a whole bunch of lollipops. I was gonna-”

  “I don’t need to hear it. Listen, I would get out of this if I could, but there’s a situation and I need to deal with it.”

  “What kind of situation?” he asked, his voice turning serious.

  “It’s about a woman. She got herself in trouble-”

  “And you’re trying to find a way to help her out,” he finished for me.

  Well, that wasn’t technically true. I wasn’t sure I gave a shit right now if she got herself out of this. But I was curious and the sex was great, so why not stick around and see if I could help her out? That was what I did. Hell, she appeared to be a damsel in…un-distress…I could see if I could help her out with that. Maybe make her in distress so that this whole clusterfuck made sense.

  “Yeah,” I said, clearing my throat. “Give me until tomorrow. I need to get to the bottom of what’s going on.”

  “Sure, man. Anything to help. I’ll let Cap know-”

  “No!” I said quickly. “I’m not sure what’s going on yet, so I don’t want him tracking my every move until I know for sure what’s going on.”

  There was silence on the line and I thought he might have hung up. I looked down at the screen, but saw that we were still connected.

  “You fucked her, didn’t you?” Sinner’s voice was laughing, and I felt my whole body tense up.

  “No, I didn’t-”

  “You so fucked her.” He barked out a laugh and I clenched my jaw in anger. “Oh my God! I never thought I’d see the day. I mean, when little Evie showed up on our doorstep, I had a moment where I thought that maybe you’d find a chick and settle down. But this is fucking epic! You’re on the run with a woman and you’re fucking her.”

  “I’m not on the run,” I insisted.

  “Are you out of town?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you staying in a hotel?”

  “Motel,” I corrected.

  “Have you fucked her?”

  “Yes,” I bit out.

  “Then you’re on the run and fucking her. God, I can’t wait to tell the guys.”

  “Don’t you-”

  “Cazzo! Hey, guess what? Rocco’s on the run with a woman and he’s fucking her.”

  “No shit?” I heard Cazzo laugh.

  “Hey! Hey, Jackson!”

  “Would you fucking stop,” I growled, but he wasn’t listening.

  “Rocco’s on the run with a woman and he’s fucking her.”

  “Rocco,” Jackson said, “the same fucking Rocco that has a whole goddamn rulebook about women?”

  “The very one,” Sinner laughed.

  “Okay, that’s real fucking funny,” I growled. “Can you just let Cap know that I’ll check in when I get the chance?”

  “Hey, Freckles! Guess what-”

  I hung up, not wanting to hear any more of their shit. So I had rules. Who gave a shit?

  “Who was that?” Bethany snapped. “Why were you calling someone?”

  I turned around to see one very pissed off woman standing behind me, hands on her hips and anger filling her beautiful features. Her eyes, although deep blue, seemed to light up like they were on fire. My cock twitched behind my zipper, but I urged it down. I didn’t need more fucking right now. I needed sustenance so I could fuck her when we got back. And I would be fucking her long and hard.

  “Believe it or not, I have a life, and there are people that need to know I won’t be home tonight.”

  Her eyes widened in horror. “Oh my God!” she screeched, making me cringe as my eardrums almost blew. “You’re married? Why didn’t you tell me? You just made me a homewrecker!”

  I rolled my eyes at her and tossed her coat at her. “I’m not married. I told you that I don’t have a woman. But that doesn’t mean that I can just drop my responsibilities to drag your ass around.”

  I wasn’t trying to be an ass, but I was on the run, away from my family and friends, and I didn’t have time for womanly dramatics. I had to stick to the rules. It wasn’t like fucking in a foreign country. Although, now I was kind of curious if I could make up my own rules for this little road trip. And why couldn’t I? They were my fucking rules. I could do things I wouldn’t normally do with her on this trip because she was going to end up in jail eventually. She was on the run from the cops. That bought me extra freedoms that I wouldn’t normally have. I grinned to myself, because I could finally have a little fun and pretend that I was someone else just fo
r this little trip, and there would be no fucking repercussions. I could cuddle her if I damn well wanted. I could take her all night, and the next morning. We could have shower sex, and I could fuck her in the truck wherever we were headed next. And none of it would fucking matter.

  “You didn’t tell anyone that I took you hostage, did you?”

  Her question snapped me back to reality and I schooled my almost smiling features.

  “Really? Yeah, I got on the phone with someone and told them a woman that weighs the same as my big toe captured me and I’m being held at gunpoint by my own weapon. That would make me sound fucking great to all my guy friends, and all potential future bedmates.”

  “Bedmates?” she said laughingly.

  “Shut the fuck up. I’m hungry, and when I’m fully nourished, I’m bringing you back here and fucking you up against that wall.”

  Her eyes turned dark and I didn’t miss how her legs squeezed together. I was glad I wasn’t the only one affected by the explosive chemistry between us.

  “Just remember, I’m the one calling the shots,” she said, trying to pull herself together. She stormed past me and over to the truck. I pretended not to notice that she scrambled to find the gun that she had left in the truck last night. I got in and drove us to a diner up the street. When I parked, she held the gun up again. I tried not to show my irritation.

  “Keep your mouth shut and we won’t have a problem.” She shoved the gun in her purse and hopped out of the truck. She could very well be the worst kidnapper in the history of kidnapping. She didn’t even wait for me to get out of the truck before she went into the diner. I followed her inside and slid into the booth opposite her. She was already perusing the menu, so I picked mine up and did the same. It took me all of two seconds to decide what I wanted. The waitress took our orders and then we sat there staring at each other. I had no clue what she was thinking about, but I was thinking about tasting her pussy when we got back to the motel. Still, while we were here, I might as well try and find out what she was on the run for.

  “So, are you gonna tell me why you’re running?”

  “Does it matter?”

  I shrugged. “I guess that depends on if you want help or not.”

  She scoffed. “Yeah, like you could help me. What are you gonna do, go get some gym rats to help beat up the police?”

  “Well, first, if you want to get out of whatever you’re going to be charged with, beating up the police isn’t the way to go. Second, I happen to know someone in the police department. So, if you tell me what’s going on, I can probably help.”

  She leaned forward across the table, and for a second, I thought she was actually going to tell me what happened. “Do you honestly think that I’m gonna buy that bullshit? I kidnapped you. I held you at gunpoint. Isn’t this the kind of shit that every hostage says? Please, tell me what I can do and I swear I’ll help you out. Yeah, I’m not falling for that.”

  Unless something drastic happened, there was no way in hell I was telling the cops she held me at gunpoint. One, man card. That’s not something any man would ever admit to if he wanted to keep it. And two, she was in enough shit as it was without me adding more shit on top.

  “Look, if you just tell me what happened, I can help you out. I know that you think you can’t trust me, but I actually could help if you’d just give me the chance.”

  “No offense, Sam, but I don’t trust you. And while you may be very good in bed, I’m not stupid enough to believe that a random stranger is going to help me out.”

  I sighed. This wasn’t going to be very easy. I was going to have to find a way to get her to trust me, and I knew exactly how to do that. I was going to have to cuddle her after sex and do all that kissy bullshit that guys do. I had already planned on breaking my rules and sleeping in the same bed with her, but now I was going to have to take it a step further. I was going to have to open up to her.

  We headed back to the motel, the truck filled with tension over what was about to happen. When we stopped, I hauled her out my side of the truck and carried her to the door, slamming her against it as my mouth latched onto hers. Her fingers dug into my coat and her legs wrapped around my body. My cock was urging me to get closer to her, but I had to get in the damn room first. I fumbled and dropped the key card, cursing when I had to bend over and get it. But the moment we were inside, I had her up against the wall like I promised.

  I tore at her coat, yanking every last scrap of material from her body until it was just her and me, naked and ready for what happened next. Somehow, when I was tearing off her clothes, she had done the same to me, though I didn’t remember it happening. It didn’t matter. I hauled her up against the wall again and lined my cock up with her wet pussy. There was no preamble or need to get her off first. She was waiting and ready. I shoved myself inside her and slammed her into the wall. I felt her nails dig into my shoulder and her body tightened around me.

  “Goddamn, Sweets. I love being inside your snatch.”

  “You’re so disgusting.”

  “Sweets, I’m downright filthy when it comes to you.” I slammed into her again, grinning when she gasped at how full I made her. Over and over, I pounded into her, drawing every gasp and moan I could from her body. She held on for dear life when I picked up the pace and pounded her so hard that the person next door started pounding on the wall.

  “Fuck off,” I shouted, hating that he was interrupting me. “That’s right, Sweets. Fuck my cock,” I encouraged when she started thrusting back against me. It was so fucking hot. I loved it when a woman took some initiative and gave just as good as she got.

  “Sam,” she panted, and I hated that she wasn’t using my real name as she came all over me. “Oh, God!” she shouted as she tightened around me and pushed me over the edge. I was just coming inside her when I realized that I hadn’t used a fucking condom. I pulled out, dropping her to the floor as I stepped back.

  “Oh fuck!” I snapped, running my hands over my head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  “What the hell? You just dropped me to the floor, asshole!”

  I started pacing the room, thinking of what I had just done and how fucking irresponsible it was of me. I didn’t know what to do. I was freaking the fuck out. I couldn’t have another kid, not by another baby mama. This was a disaster. I picked her up off the ground and stalked to the bathroom, setting her in the shower and turning on the water. As soon as it was running, I scooped up the water in my hand and shoved my fingers inside her.

  “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “Cleaning you,” I said, repeating the process. I knew it wouldn’t work. I was a fucking medic. But I still had to try.

  “Why are you cleaning me?” She started slapping my hands away, trying to get away from me.

  “I fucking came inside you. I wasn’t wearing a condom!”

  “Oh,” she said dumbly as I continued to try and wash her out. “It’s fine. I have the shot.”

  “Doesn’t fucking matter. I’m not falling for that shit.”

  She slapped my hands away one last time and shoved past me, snatching a towel off the towel bar and wrapping it around her.

  “Look, I don’t know why you would think I would try and trap you, but that’s just not me. I don’t have any desire to have kids, and frankly, their snotty noses are enough to make me never want to step foot near a kid. It’s just disgusting.”

  Something painful dug into my chest and I tried not to think too hard about why her statement hurt so damn much. But try as I might, I knew exactly why it hurt. Would I always be seen as undesirable because of my kid? Would I ever find a woman I wanted if they all turned their noses up at me because I was a single parent? Evie deserved better than that. She deserved a woman that thought she was the best thing in the world and wanted her as much as I did. Sure, I had freaked the fuck out when I found out about her, but now that I had her, there wasn’t a chance in hell that I would ever let her go or let an unworthy woman around her.

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sp; “Let’s just go to sleep.” I stalked over to the bed and flopped down on my side, staying firmly away from her. My plans of getting her to tell me what the fuck was going on had just taken a backseat. Now all I could think about was what the fuck I was going to do if I impregnated another woman. It was bad enough that I had done it one time, and that woman was a fucking disaster. She named my kid after a fucking STD. And this woman wasn’t any better. She was on the run from the cops. That didn’t scream maternal instincts. So, basically, if I did get her pregnant, I was fucked.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Brooke

  I laid next to Sam all night long, trying to figure out why he was freaking out so much over coming inside me. Did he really think I was going to get pregnant? I mean, the likelihood that I would get pregnant while I was on the shot was pretty slim. There were usually extenuating circumstances that went along with the women that got pregnant on the shot. I didn’t have any of those, and quite frankly, I just wasn’t worried. Women wouldn’t be getting on birth control if it was so unreliable. I had been on it since I started having sex, and I hadn’t had any problems yet.

  Then again, maybe he wasn’t really worried about me getting pregnant, but instead that I had an STD. I rolled my head on the pillow and stared him down. That was it. He thought I was fucking dirty. He thought that I was so loose that I went out and fucked a new guy every night.

  Let me tell you something, asshole, I don’t sleep around. I glared at him. I mean, besides tonight. That was a one time thing. I’m not a slut. And even if I was, that doesn’t make me dirty. You’re the first guy that I’ve fucked without a condom! And who are you to judge? You fucked me too! How do I know that you use a condom every time? And you’ve already admitted to me that you don’t date women. You could be sleeping with a different woman every night! They probably call you Mr. Penis. Oh, look. Here comes Mr. Penis. Whose turn is it with him tonight?

  I scoffed to myself, thinking about the parade of women that just lined up and waited for their turn with Mr. Penis. My Mr. penis. That was the best sex of my life, and he was out there just sharing his penis with all the lonely women of the world. Probably the married ones too! In fact, they probably just lined up with their legs spread and waited for him to come impale them with his god-like penis. And I was the one with the issues.