by Peggy Hunter
Ah, but he also knew she had a sweet tooth in college. And by the way she was eyeing the cheesecake, that hadn't changed over the years.
"I hope there's no whipped cream,” she said. “I haven't touched the stuff since the prank you played on me."
Damn! She really did think the prank was his scheme! She had no idea just how deep it ran ... that he'd been kept away on purpose.
Will placed the cheesecake on a small table near the door and followed her further into the room. Clothes were strewn around haphazardly and the queen-size bed was rumpled on one side. His sweet Rockie continued to be a train wreck.
His senses were filled with her earthy scent, something flowery and musky, one he hadn't experienced for years and yet, could never forget. A scent that was hers alone. Rockie was unique, one of a kind ... a woman no man could ever forget.
She stood with her back plastered against the far wall, the queen-size bed between them. Clearly, she wanted to stay as far away from him as she could.
"So,” she said as she lifted her chin in smug defiance, “state your case."
State his case? Fuck! Since when was he on trial? He resented the fact that she expected him to defend himself, to beg for her forgiveness. Who the hell did she think she was anyway?
And yet here he stood in her hotel room, hoping to have the chance to explain himself after all this time. Six fucking years and she continued to haunt him.
"Rockie,” Will began. He stopped short at the frown on her face. Oh yeah, she didn't want to called Rockie.
Okay, he could get by without calling her Rockie. “Rox, there's a lot you don't know...” She continued to frown. Fuck! “Can I call you Roxy?"
She shook her head. “My name is Roxanne."
Will moaned inwardly and rolled his eyes. “How about Ms. Way?"
Rockie's eyes narrowed. “Are you making fun of me?"
Will quickly splayed his hands in defense. “No,” he said quickly. “Roxanne it is then.” Jesus Christ! Talk about touchy!
"Just state your piece and get the hell out,” she said through clenched teeth.
"Thanks for making this easy for me,” Will said sarcastically.
The temperature in the room plummeted as Rockie glared at him. She pushed off the wall, rounded the bed and stopped a few inches away from him. “Why the hell should I make this easy for you?” she asked, her sweet face pinched in anger. “Do you have any idea what you did to me? Do you know how humiliated I was? For God's sake! You told me to cover myself in whipped cream and lay on the bed. How do you think I felt when Pig and six of his sick friends stormed into the bedroom?"
Will felt his body harden at the very thought of finding Rockie covered in whipped cream. He swallowed hard at the thought of licking every last bit off her body, hoping she'd saved most of the sweet confection for her most intimate parts. He imagined his tongue lapping up every last bit from her sweet pussy before he drove his cock into her.
He'd been a kid then. He was a man now. Ready, willing and more able than ever to give Rockie what she needed. God help him! He needed her even more now.
"There's a lot you don't know,” Will said as he looked down at her. “I wanted to explain everything but your parents wouldn't let me see you and then I had to leave."
"So tell me now."
Will saw the glint of mistrust in her eyes. It wouldn't matter what he said now, he knew she wouldn't believe him. And telling the truth might jeopardize Blake's marriage.
And God help him, Rockie's close proximity only fed his need for her. He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms before she had a chance to realize what he was up to.
"We could talk,” he murmured, “Or we could make up for lost time."
* * * *
Roxanne wanted to scream. How could she have let him inside her hotel room, let alone allow him to get so close to her?
And now she was in his arms and his lips were on hers, making promises he'd hadn't kept six years ago.
Her mind told her to push him away, to spew the words of hatred she'd felt for him all these years. And yet, her body wouldn't let her. She was captivated in his arms, drinking from his mouth as though she hadn't had a sip of sweet moisture for an eternity.
While her brain felt the pain of the humiliation six years ago, her body cried out for the sweet release she'd been denied.
To hell with Blake and his cronies and the incredibly embarrassing moment she'd suffered. Her body had cried for days knowing that Will would not take her, not become a part of her. She had ached for him ... and continued to do so from that night on.
And now he had finally come to her, taken her into his arms and, oh God, pressed his swollen need against her.
She felt him back her against the bed until her knees almost buckled. At first, her instinct was to push back and then, when his strength overtook her, she felt the soft cushion of the mattress as she landed and reveled in his weight over her. Her feet flew off the floor upon impact and then she felt the mattress press against her knees and he lay over her.
"I've wanted you for so long,” Will whispered into her ear as his hands settled over her breasts. “You have no idea how much I've wanted you."
God, how she'd wanted him too! She'd been cheated of his touch and now her dreams—dreams that had haunted her for six long years—were finally coming true.
Roxanne's mind whirled. She had so many reasons to push him away, to keep him at a distance. But as his mouth closed over hers again, every last bit of sense she'd ever had in her life disappeared. Instead, she felt his weight over her; his hot mouth as it drank from hers and his warm hands as they pulled her blouse open. She sighed against his mouth as his hands quickly pushed the blouse over her shoulders and tossed it aside. He gently reached beneath her to unclip her bra. Her breathing deepened as his hands kneaded her aching breasts. She gasped when he gently pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers.
Roxanne felt a rush of cool air against her naked chest when Will suddenly pulled away from her. His eyes were dark with intense need as he slowly, methodically slid his hands from her breasts over her stomach. They stopped briefly at the band of her skirt as his gaze slid to her face. “You were cheated six years ago,” he said, his voice rough with passion. “I intend to make that up to you right now."
Roxanne eyed him nervously as he slid off the bed and landed on his knees. She felt her skirt slide over her hips. “Just how do you intend to do that?"
"Let me show you,” he said as his fingers hooked into her panties and pulled them over her legs.
What a picture she must have made. She was sprawled over the bed, her legs spread far apart and dangling over the side. Roxanne wasn't sure if there'd ever been a time she felt more exposed.
She wasn't a virgin, in fact, she'd known a few men in her life, but she'd never felt so utterly enthralled by someone as she did at this moment. The fact that he was kneeling between her spread legs, his gaze washing over every inch of her under the bright overhead lights certainly had something to do with it. But it had more to do with the fact that this was Will Sheridan, the man she'd lusted after all through her college years. The man who'd promised great things the night of graduation.
She knew she should feel anxious, if not downright afraid. He had betrayed her after all. But what she felt at that moment was sheer delight in the fact that his eyes deepened with passion as his gaze roved over her naked body. The thrill of finally having Will after all this time made her body heat under his passionate inspection.
"You're beautiful,” he said softly as his gaze skittered from her face down the length of her body.
Roxanne chuckled nervously and was about to say how wrong he was when she felt the tips of his fingers touch her knees and slowly slide up her thighs. All coherent thought escaped her as she reveled in his gentle, teasing touch.
When Will's fingers were replaced with his tongue, Roxanne reached forward to touch him. She blinked when Will caught her wrists. “Lay still,” he or
dered as he placed her arms as her sides. “Don't move a muscle."
Easy for him to say! Roxanne's fingers dug into the bedspread as his tongue slid up her thighs. He gently nuzzled her core before moving up to her abdomen. She giggled as he curled his tongue and teased her navel before slowly gliding up to her chest.
His hands cradled her breasts as his mouth washed over one erect nipple and then moved to the other. He opened his mouth wide and sucked as his fingers kneaded her breasts in a pulsing rhythm.
Roxanne couldn't keep her hands away any longer; they dug into his hair and pulled him against her as her hips lifted off the bed to grind against his torso. The cool cotton of his trousers meeting her heated thrusts was a reminder that he had been very careful about giving himself up to her.
"Will,” she cried as her head thrashed against the soft blankets. “I need you so much."
Will pulled away from her breasts. “I need you, too,” he said.
"Then take your clothes off so I can feel you against me,” she said, her words coming in short gasps of need.
Will shook his head. “Not yet,” he said. “You aren't ready."
Roxanne wanted to laugh hysterically. He had no idea just how ready she was. How ready she'd been for six years. Her body ached and quivered with the need to be fulfilled, to finally know him intimately. “I'm ready for you,” she said, gasping for breath. “And I don't want to wait."
"You will wait.” Will's hot breath fanned her ear as he spoke. “And I'll decide when you're ready."
There were all kinds of things wrong with that statement. Roxanne didn't like any man making decisions for her. Darned if she could find her voice to protest as Will slowly pulled away from her and settled between her knees again. As his hands slowly glided down her calves, she quickly decided she'd take it up with him later—much later.
Will's fingers skimmed over her ankles before he cupped the bottom of her feet. Like a rag doll with her bones feeling like cotton stuffing, Will guided her feet up to the bed and placed them wide apart on the edge. His fingers slid back up to her knees and gently pushed them apart.
Roxanne gasped when his fingers pressed against her core. When his thumb pressed against her sodden clitoris, she winced and dug her fingers into the bedspread.
"Hmmm,” he mumbled as he opened her. “So wet. Maybe you are ready for me."
"I told you I was,” she said through clenched teeth.
Will ran a finger over her slick core. “Maybe,” he replied. “But I want to taste you first."
Roxanne moaned when Will dipped his head between her thighs. His tongue stroked her clit. “So sweet,” he said before his mouth closed over her. Roxanne's head pressed against the bed as her hips arched to receive him. He didn't protest when her hands flew to his head, her fingers curling into his hair as he slowly, methodically sucked her. She cried out in sheer pleasure when his fingers pressed against her slick opening and glided inside her.
Will set an erotic rhythm. With each stroke of his tongue, his fingers pulsed inside her.
Roxanne's head thrashed from side to side. With each stroke, she came closer to the edge of oblivion. If she didn't stop him now...
"No!” she cried. She wanted to pull away from him, to stop the torrent of delightful waves before it was too late. “I want to pleasure you first,” she said, her words gasping from her chest.
When Will pulled away from her, she saw need blazing in his eyes. She quickly scrambled out from under him as he stood up. Her fingers flew to his belt and quickly opened it. When she unzipped his pants, they fell in a puddle on the floor. She didn't take time to push his briefs down. She dug into the opening and pulled his rock-hard penis out. Her fingers grasped the long hot shaft as her tongue licked and tasted the tip.
Will's breath hissed from his lungs as Roxanne closed her mouth over him. His hands clasped either side of her head as he rocked his hips toward her. “God, that's good, Rockie. So damn good."
Roxanne gripped his balls through the cotton fabric of his briefs and kneaded as her mouth continued its assault. Will moaned as he leaned over her. His hands slid down her back and massaged her buttocks.
She felt his body stiffen and knew she was bringing him close. Suddenly, his hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her face away from him. She only had a brief glimpse of his face before he whirled her around and pushed her down on all fours. His hands quickly spread her legs apart and gripped her hips.
Roxanne gasped when she felt his hard need push between her thighs. His fingers dug into her hips and pulled them against him as he slammed into her. Her body opened to him, clutching his girth with every fiber of her being.
"God, Rockie,” Will said, his voice tight with passion. “You're so fucking tight and hot."
Roxanne was unable to speak. Her mind whirled as Will's body smacked against hers, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.
With each stroke, she felt her body give way to the pleasure of finally knowing Will, of having him pulsing inside her. She'd waited so long for this moment and she knew the wait had been worth it. Will was everything she could have imagined and so, so much more.
Roxanne's arms quickly tired and she buried her face in the mattress as they collapsed in front of her. Will's strong arms held her hips in place as he continued to thrust into her.
The feeling of release started at the tip of Roxanne's head and slowly ebbed its way to her core. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer. With each plunge, her senses heightened, her body peaked.
When Will leaned over and pressed his fingers against her clitoris, Roxanne felt as though she was hanging onto a cliff by her fingertips, struggling to hold on for just a moment longer. When Will stroked her again, she knew all was lost and she allowed herself to fall. She screamed as her body exploded into a million pieces.
"Oh yeah, Rockie,” Will said. “Give it to me."
As if she'd had a choice! She cried as the orgasm rocked her body. It was then that Will stiffened and ground his hips against her one last time before the floodgates opened. He moaned as he collapsed over her, his body spent.
Chapter 3
There were several things Roxanne wasn't prepared for when she woke up the next morning. She wasn't prepared for being so damn sore after the night of lovemaking with Will. Every muscle in her body ached. Even her fingers ached as they curled around the covers and pushed them back. She smiled to herself; Will had shown her things last night she'd never known were possible.
She wasn't prepared for the feeling of complete and total euphoria after having known Will Sheridan so intimately.
He'd held nothing back, given her everything he had and she'd responded in kind. Their lovemaking had been awe-inspiring; the stuff dreams were made of, magical.
Roxanne chuckled softly. She suddenly understood the word ‘afterglow.’ Her entire body felt the warmth of having known Will so intimately.
As Roxanne got out of bed and tested her aching muscles, something else she wasn't prepared for struck her like a bolt of lightening. What she'd felt for Will was a lot more than lust.
It was love.
She felt as though her heart stopped for a moment. She'd been in love with him for six years. No wonder she'd been so hurt by his prank. To him, it may have been in fun; to her, he'd ripped her heart out.
She shook her head softly. How was it that she hadn't figured it out before? How was it that she only just now realized her love for him?
Should she tell him? What if he didn't feel the same?
Roxanne took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She was a big girl now, all grown up. If Will didn't love her the way she loved him, she'd get over it. She had to tell him. She whisked around and looked down at the bed.
And then she discovered the last thing she wasn't prepared for. Will was gone.
* * * *
"You just left?” Blake asked as he filled his breakfast plate with scrambled eggs and bacon from the buffet.
"Yeah, I just left,
” Will grumbled as he poured steaming black coffee into a white ceramic mug. “If I stayed long enough for pillow talk, she might have asked me to explain what happened six years ago."
Blake smacked his shoulder with his free hand. “You're a trooper, I'll give you that,” he said before he shoveled several crepes onto his plate. “I've always been amazed by how you get away with it."
"Get away with what?” Will asked, annoyed that his friend seemed to take the situation so lightly.
"Well, come on,” he began. “Look at you, you screwed the girl and got away unscathed. Makes me wonder how you'll handle the next few days. But hey, I'm willing to bet you'll manage to fuck her a few more times before the the end of spring break."
It took every ounce of effort on Will's part not to pummel Pig with his fists. The jerk continued to live up to his college nickname.
If it hadn't been for the fact that he liked Blake's wife so damn much, he'd have told Rockie the truth before he made love to her. The shithead had no idea just how much value Will put into his marriage with a nice girl like Joanne.
The fact was Will had considered telling Rockie the truth when he woke at five a.m. He'd been tempted to pull the sleeping woman into his arms and make sweet love to her again but the need to be honest with her took over.
After grappling with the fact that telling her the truth might wreck an otherwise perfect marriage, Will decided the best thing to do was leave.
He knew he'd chosen his best friend over the woman he desired. And why wouldn't he? Happy marriages were rare these days. There was no guarantee that his feelings for Roxanne would amount to anything. Why take the chance of ruining Blake's marriage on the off chance he'd have a future with Roxanne?
There was no going back now. The moment he walked out of Rockie's hotel room that morning, he'd closed the door on a possible future with her.
Will took a sip of his coffee as he watched Blake pour blueberry sauce over his crepes. His eyes narrowed as his friend picked up a can of whipped cream and sprayed it over the crepes.