‘I’ll have the items delivered to the dining room in thirty minutes, Sir. Enjoy your evening.’
‘O, I’m sure I will, thank you.’
‘You fucking arsehole, I hate you,’ I screamed, beyond mortified, as soon as I heard the tablet being placed back on the bedside table. Roger just laughed as he stood up and turned to face me.
‘Let’s see how much you hate me with your legs over my shoulders as I feast on your come filled cunt,’ he smirked.
The Morning After
Mandy
We panted as we uncoupled, hot, sweaty and tangled in damp sex sheets, from a night of utter debauchery, as he rolled off me. Jesus, I could die happy right now, I thought. Every orgasm with this guy just got better than the last, which, given the first one last week had left me reeling, let alone last night’s experiences, wasn’t a statement I made lightly.
‘I need a shower,’ he muttered, jumping out of bed without even looking at me. I rolled my eyes. Great, the after sex awkwardness between arch enemies had apparently already hit.
‘Help yourself,’ I replied, rolling onto my side away from him, pulling the sheet up around my chest. I sneaked a look at his amazing body as he padded across the room to the en-suite. Damn him. I was sure I hated him, but my body just hadn’t got the message. It simply craved him. I reached out for my mobile to see if I had any messages from Lisa, Brady or home. Nothing, but then Brady would ring Roger. Mum and Dad would probably stay out of it now until their help was asked for, and the doctor had warned the tablets he’d given Lisa last night would make her sleep solidly for hours. I checked the time, it was only seven a.m. I needed a seriously good sleep after I checked in on her. Then a hot shower, alone. The thought of Roger in there, soaping up that deliciously toned body of his, made me pull the sheet over my head as I groaned in frustration. How the hell was anyone else ever supposed to compare to what I’d experienced with him? How many women around London were ruined for life after he’d fucked them then blown them off? From what I’d heard about that escort Logan Steele, I reckoned Roger could give him a damn good run for his money.
I’d only just had sex, again, but I felt insatiable. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of joining him in the shower and asking for more, so I made do with my fingers. I spread my legs wide as I sank them inside me, missing his width stretching my muscles, his teeth on my nipples or his hands fisting my hair. God, the smell of him, of sex, sweat and masculinity. I bit the side of my hand as I squirmed and tried to muffle the squeals of pleasure escaping my throat as I started to come, cursing myself for picturing his deep brown eyes as I unravelled. I lay there in a stupefied daze. I couldn’t remember coming so many times in one weekend. It was crazy. When I heard the shower turn off, I quickly shuffled back onto my side, facing the windows, watching the sun’s rays creeping along on the carpet. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep, it took all of my strength to not open them a touch and peek at him as I heard him return to the bedroom and start getting dressed. When I sensed he’d moved around to my side of the bed I held my breath, wondering what he was doing.
‘I know you’re awake, you’re not snoring.’
‘I don’t snore,’ I muttered, opening my eyes to find him crouching at the side of the bed next to me. Damn him, looking all sexy in his white dress shirt, open at the neck and rolled up to the elbows. His dark brown hair looked almost black from the damp water still clinging to it and that stubble on his face was seriously hot.
‘I’ve got to go. Brady’s not returned my calls and he’s had long enough to lick his wounds.’
‘See you then,’ I replied, not sure what else to say. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but frowned instead as he leaned in towards me, one hand on the edge of the mattress. I tensed up as his face approached mine, wondering what he was doing. My breath caught in my throat as he planted the gentlest kiss on my forehead. Tender Roger again? Wow, I really was seeing all sides of him.
‘I had ... it was … incredible,’ he whispered, sounding surprised.
‘Thanks.’ I mentally kicked myself. Thanks? Seriously, that was all I could come up with? If I thought seeing him again later in the week, after last night’s escapades might be embarrassing, it had nothing on this.
‘I’ll be in touch when I find out more. Look after her will you.’
‘She’s my sister, I don’t need to be told to look after her,’ I snarked. What was wrong with me? Why was I being so harsh when he was trying to be nice?
‘Whatever,’ he sighed, quickly standing and slinging his formal tails over his shoulder. ‘See you, Mandy.’
I nodded as he turned to leave and scrunched up my face, ashamed of my shitty attitude. I was never like this with a guy the morning after. What was this weirdness around him? I turned my head to watch him leave my suite, cocking my head to watch his tight arse as he strode out. Jesus, sex with him just blew my mind. He was undoubtedly the best I’d ever had, but man whore and slut weren’t exactly the ideal pairing, were they? I felt a twinge of regret as he disappeared out of the double doors. He’d surprised me last night. I’d only ever seen obnoxious, cocky, full of himself Roger, not that he hadn’t made a few appearances during our evening together, but I’d also seen the sweet and caring side he rarely showed. He was actually funny as well, when he wasn’t trying so hard to impress and was just being himself. I nearly slapped myself as the thought that I could actually see myself having a regular thing with him entered my mind. He wasn’t a see a girl more than once kind of guy. Well, if you didn’t count having a lot of sex with me, on two separate occasions. We were so alike, in so many ways, but I was sure under that façade he’d so carefully perfected was a decent guy, who could actually make a girl really happy.
I sighed in resignation of a never to be event, then picked up my mobile and snuggled back down into my soft bed, inhaling the delicious scent of Roger and sex. I had things to do and first it was time to call in a favour. I checked my watch again, it was early, but I knew Russell never slept in, he’d be having breakfast now. I dialled his number. After much pleading on my part I put the phone down with a grin, threw back the covers, pulled on a t-shirt and ran to the study, groaning at the ache in my muscles that Roger had promised to give me. I grabbed a pen and some of the expensive Domville logo stationery, then sat myself down in the executive calf leather chair and started to write.
Chopin,
You’re wasted playing in the bar of a hotel, even one at the top of its game. When I said your fingers had skills I wasn’t lying. I’ve hooked you up with a personal audition with Gustav Frederick, who I’m sure you’ve heard of given he rocks the world of concert piany. Is that even a word? Anyway, he’s shit hot on the piano! If you convince him of your talent, he’ll get you into LCCM and fund you to study there. Just promise me you’ll call his number and take this opportunity? I had to pull in some serious favours to get you this, but trust me when I say if you’re going to get one lucky break in life, this is it. You should be studying music right now, not playing late nights in a bar where no one has the capacity to realise just how amazing you actually are. If you do manage to get in, and we ever run into each other again, maybe I’ll waive my clause and let you show me just how much those skilled fingers have learned since last night. Good luck, Sexy Legs x
I grinned as I folded the letter and tucked it into the cream embossed envelope. I wrote “Chopin” on the front figuring I could give it to the concierge. He’d make sure it got to him. Thank God for Russell, the conductor of the studio’s orchestra. He lived with Gustav, a world renowned male concert pianist, who I’d heard play many times when we’d been around to their palatial mansion for parties. They were loaded and had so many connections in the music world. Russell and I had made firm friends when I was chosen to do his makeup for any recordings of extra behind the scenes footage for our film DVDs. We’d sparked off each other immediately, with a shared love of sharp and sarcastic wit. He’d pleaded my case to Gus
tav, while I’d held on the line, who agreed to allow an audience for piano man, but warned me that he’d have to be extremely talented if he was going to put his name and money behind him. I’d assured them he was and just prayed I wasn’t wrong. I tucked the letter into my handbag, ready to drop off when we left, with a ridiculous grin on my face. I loved helping people, everyone deserved a chance in life to do something they really loved. I listened at Lisa’s door for any signs of life. Maybe a decent breakfast would do her good. I headed off to order everything I knew she loved, as well as a few pots of strong coffee, for an hours’ time. I was beyond tired after two seriously late nights and I needed a shower to freshen up and wake up first.
I was just about to shut myself in my en-suite when I heard the bedroom phone ringing. I dove across the bed, groaning at the ache in my muscles as I snatched it off its cradle.
‘Hello,’ I answered.
‘Miss Roberts, I have a Mr. Cockburn on the line for you,’ came a very well spoken English voice. ‘Will you accept the call?’
‘Mr. Cockburn?’ I repeated, surprised that Roger was ringing me in my bedroom. ‘I think you need the master suite, Lisa Roberts, sorry, Lisa Collins. You’ve rung bedroom three by mistake. This is Mandy Roberts, her sister.’
‘No, he specifically asked for you, Miss Roberts. Would you like me to tell him that you’re unavailable?’
‘No,’ I sighed, dreading what news he might have that he thought it was best for me to break to my sister. ‘Put him through.’
‘Thank you, transferring the call now.’ I heard a click then a nervous cough.
‘Roger? Any news?’
‘No, nothing since he asked me for space last night, sorry. I’ve just packed up to leave my suite and go looking. That’s not why I’m calling.’
‘It’s not?’ I asked, confused.
‘Mandy, I … fuck. I have no idea what was with the shitty attitude you gave me this morning, which only makes what I’m about to say even harder. So, I’m going to cut to the chase, then you can laugh, cut me off and take the piss every time you see me for the rest of your life,’ he said in a complete rush, before taking a large intake of air. ‘I fucking like you, ok? No, I don’t like you, I more than like you. You’re a serious pain in the arse with that bloody mouth on you, but I can’t stop thinking about you. We spark, we have serious fucking chemistry and I think we owe it to ourselves to explore what that means.’ He broke off, the sound of his breathing filling the silence as I sat stunned.
‘You’re … you’re asking me out?’ I finally asked, still not sure if I was hearing right. Rampant Roger wanted to date me?
‘Yes, no, I don’t fucking know,’ he groaned and I heard the noise of his hand running over his unshaven face.
‘Well that clears things up considerably, thanks,’ I retorted with a roll of my eyes.
‘You can’t deny we have something. You know me, I don’t do relationships. Christ, I don’t even fucking see women twice, except for you. I think my cock’s addicted to you, it’s scrambling my damn brain, because you irritate the shit out of me, yet all I can think about is when I get to bury myself in you again.’
‘Well you bloody irritate the shit out of me too,’ I snapped, unsure if I was more offended at that comment, or proud that he seemed to be implying he was into me.
‘And look what happens when we do irritate each other, we have seriously fucking amazing sex. Sex like that doesn’t happen every day, Mandy. I’m not sure either of us is ready for a relationship, but I’m not sure I want to fuck anyone else, knowing how crap it’s going to feel after being with you.’
‘You really think I’m that good?’ I asked, feeling my cheeks heat up and that weird fluttering sensation in my stomach. Roger, the sex God, was telling me I was the best lay he’d ever had? Wow!
‘We’re that good, thanks. I think my cock and sexual skills had some input here. And last night … well last night shows it’s not just sex. When you’re not deliberately winding me up, we actually get on.’
‘When I’m winding you up? What about you! You couldn’t get out of bed quick enough this morning.’
‘I needed some space to process these weird fucking feelings I have for you, because I have no idea if you feel anything for me. You weren’t exactly pleasant when I came out of the shower to talk to you, with your acidic comments. You have a seriously sharp mouth on you.’
‘You’re talking about my mouth. Please, you have a mouth like a … guppie.’
‘You’re comparing my mouth to a bloody tiny fish?’
‘It’s the only creature I could think of with a big mouth for its size.’
‘An alligator has a much larger mouth and it’s a lot more manly and intimidating.’
‘Whatever, point being you have a filthy, dirty and frankly offensive big mouth.’
‘Never bothered you when I was dirty talking last night, sucking on your clit or tonguing that sweet arse of yours, did it? My mouth had you screaming my name multiple times,’ he bit back.
‘O, shut up,’ I uttered, squirming on the bed at the thought of it. His tongue was amazing. He was bloody amazing, not only was he the best I’d ever had, he was probably the best I’d ever have, though I’d never admit that to him. Arrogant arse.
‘So if I offered to come back up right now and eat you out for hours then fuck you again, you’d say no?’ he asked, his voice husky and sexy as hell. I shook my head to rid myself of a replay of last night and groaned.
‘Fine, sexually we’re great, I’m just not sure how I feel about you. I’m not sure I like you very much,’ I replied, dragging a nail along my bare leg. I wondered if my reactions to him were actually dislike, or if I was just scared that I’d met my match and what that might mean if I admitted it to myself. I wasn’t sure I was ready to give up my life style to try whatever it was he was suggesting.
‘Don’t lie, Mandy. You’re as intrigued with me as I am with you. We rub each other up the wrong way because we’re equally matched. I’m not bloody proposing here.’
‘Then what are you suggesting?’
‘I don’t know, let’s just keep fucking for now, see how it goes. Maybe in time we’ll find we actually get on and can decide what to do from there.’
‘So instead of fuck buddies, we’d be fuck non buddies,’ I suggested, biting my lip at the thought of on tap orgasms from him. There were worse things to agree to, that was for sure.
‘Yeah, I guess.’
‘How would that even work? You’d ring me every time you were having a quiet week, expecting me to drop my knickers? If you think you’d get to hold all the cards in this arrangement you can think again. I’m not some needy little girl who’s going to hang around waiting for the phone to ring, so Roger and his mighty cock can bless me with his mad skills when it suits him.’
‘Interesting, so you think my cock’s mighty and I have mad skills,’ he chuckled, the gloat in it apparent.
‘O shut up, your ego’s too big as it is.’
‘No, you’re mixing up my ego with my cock.’
‘I’ve seen larger,’ I lied, not wanting to flatter him even more.
‘So why did you break your rule and let me fuck you again? He’s the best you ever had, admit it.’
‘I’d rather “he” had a name than being called that. Anyway, if I were to consider this, and I’m not implying that I am, I’m not looking for a one sided fuck arrangement.’
‘You want me, my monster cock and mad skills, baby, you just ring me and order a booty call.’
‘What if you’re not in the mood, what if I’m not in the mood if you call me?’
‘Jesus, Mandy! I’ve never fucking done this either, I’m just saying I’d like to try. I’m twenty eight years old. Contrary to what you, and everyone else may think, it’s not in my life plan to screw a different woman every night of the week, or to never settle down and have a family. I have the same dreams that every guy has, I just haven’t acted on them yet.’
‘
Why not?’ I whispered, wondering why my hands were suddenly trembling and my heart was racing way too fast. Was I seriously considering this crazy proposal.
‘I’ve never met anyone who’s made me want to think about changing how I am before. Fuck it, Mandy, I’ve never even admitted to myself that I could think about stopping the fucking around, let alone vocalised it, but if there’s anyone I can see myself doing it for, it’s you. I’ve never met anyone like you. For fucks sake, say something. I feel like I’ve just exposed myself in public here and you’re not giving me anything in return.’
‘You’ve just taken me by surprise,’ I shrugged, being truthful. I’d never seen this coming. ‘I mean, we’ve never even liked each other.’
‘Or maybe we saw too much of ourselves in each other and fought against it. Just be honest with me for Christ’s sake. We’d have great sex, you know I wouldn’t leave you lacking when it came to orgasms and if feelings developed, well we’d revise the agreement to whatever we wanted it to be. What do you have to lose?’ he asked.
I took a deep breath, I could hear by the tone in his voice his patience was wearing thin. I had to remind myself that this was Rampant Roger, the man who never gave a flying fuck about any woman he’d shagged. Yet here he was showing a different side to him, yet again. He was actually being vulnerable with me, knowing that I might laugh at him or rub his face in it at every opportunity. I knew that this must be really hard for a guy like him. Hell, it was hard for a girl like me to even think about. I’d suspected for a while that I was the way I was because I was intimidated by my big sister. She was the intelligent one, the sensible one, the one in the perfect relationship, or so I thought. I’d tried so hard to be different, to not be compared to her and to come up lacking, that maybe I was actually only screwing myself over. Maybe seriously hot and regular sex with Roger wouldn’t be the end of the world. It wasn’t like we were talking about getting serious. It was just a sex and see how it goes kind of thing.
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