Moving his hand from where it had been holding my hip, he slowly moved it across my abdomen and then down so that he had a finger either side of my clit. Slowly scattering kisses up my neck, he snapped his hips forward at the same time as he started rubbing around the bundle of nerves, making me groan and tighten around him without meaning to. On the next thrust in, he hit something inside me that made me almost lose the power in my legs, laughing breathlessly when he felt them shake.
“Move your arm above you and put it around the back of my neck.”
As soon as I did it, I realized why he’d suggest it because the new position made my back arch, meaning that he hit an awesome spot inside me with every single movement. Reaching my other hand back and grabbing his butt cheek, I pulled him into me with more force on his next thrust in, making us both groan.
For the next couple of minutes, all that could be heard over the sounds of the running water was our skin as it slapped together, panting breaths, and low moans. I had a moment when I thought about possibly recording it next time, figuring it would work better than those whale sounds you could get to put you to sleep, but I quickly forgot about that when he started moving his fingers around my clit again.
Nipping my ear with his teeth, he moved angled his head and growled in my ear, “You’re going to have to cover your mouth when you…” but the orgasm that had been looming for a while suddenly hit, shooting me over the edge. I was vaguely aware of his hand covering my mouth when I went to scream and him groaning against my back as he came, too, but I was too caught up in the strength of the orgasm hitting me to really register what it meant.
It felt like it went on forever as I clamped down around him, the slow thrusts he was doing now drawing it out. When it did finally leave me, I tried to lick my lips, and ended up licking his palm instead, making me chuckle into it. Feeling the movement, he lifted it away as he buried his head in my neck, panting into my wet hair. “Sorry, it was the only thing I could do.”
Apparently when you laugh, your vaginal muscles clench. I hadn’t ever thought about it before, but I sure as hell noticed it with his cock inside me. Also, apparently, a man is so sensitive after he has the best orgasm of his life, that when you laugh and clench on him after he comes, it makes his legs give way. This, I found out after I did it and had to help him back onto his feet. I thought it was just jello legs, like mine were, but he explained it to me as we got into bed and I made a mental note to do it again when we were face to face.
Turning off the light, he rolled over and pulled my back tightly against his front. “Sleep well, baby.”
Blinking into the darkness, I tried to remember how we’d slept the night before, but I’d been sexed into a coma, so nothing was forthcoming. Figuring now was the best time to break the news to him, I revealed one of my hard limits. “Uh, honey?” I whispered, squeezing his hand to get his attention in case he was one of those weird people who fell asleep the second they wanted to.
“Mm?”
“Um, I don’t spoon…” I admitted, holding my breath.
He didn’t quiz me on it and he didn’t get shitty, he didn’t even ask me to repeat myself. Instead, he just shrugged and said, “I don’t either.”
“It kinda feels like you do,” I pointed out, squeezing my arm down on the one he had wrapped around me for emphasis.
Pulling me impossibly closer to him, he sighed, “Only with you, sweetheart.”
And then the big shithead fell asleep. He really was one of those weird people who fell asleep when they wanted to, and that was weird in itself, but he’d also left me in a conundrum. I didn’t have a huge reason for not spooning, it was purely because I was an active sleeper so I needed space to move. The position we were in just now wasn’t conducive with the additional space requirement, and this meant that I’d likely wake him up at some point. That said, the weight and warmth of his arm around me was comforting, so I guess I could deal with it for one night. He’d soon learn.
And with that last thought, I closed my eyes and fell asleep faster than I had done since I was a baby.
Chapter Sixteen
Raoul
The next morning, at roughly 7.05am, after a night of broken sleep thanks to the sleep Olympian I’d fallen in love with…
Breakfast was a slightly awkward affair that morning. After being woken up with an elbow to the gut again, I’d finally managed to get Rose to settle down by making love to her again. This time it had been slow and silent, but it had worked and she’d stayed still in her sleep for two hours, so that was something. With that knowledge, it was now a trick I wasn’t above using every night if I needed to.
I’d thought about the spooning issue as I’d walked through to the kitchen after showering and waking her up. It was true – I hated spooning. It made me feel claustrophobic, and a couple of my ex’s hadn’t been able to cope with the fact I wouldn’t do it with them in the past and it had led to us breaking up. Yeah, that’s how shit at relationships I was – I had breakups based on frigging spooning, don’t even get me started on that. But with Rose, I needed to feel her against me in my sleep, it settled me enough to make me fall asleep almost immediately. I don’t know why and how it worked, but it did.
That wasn’t the reason why breakfast was awkward, though. The reason for that was because of the papa bear who was currently sitting at the table, glaring holes into my back while I got my coffee. We’d been as quiet as we could be, and with the shower running the first time and my hand over Rose’s mouth, I was sure he hadn’t been able to hear anything. His glares said otherwise.
“Morning,” Rissa called as she joined us. “Did you sleep well?”
“Your daughter sleeps like a psycho,” I muttered, adding creamer to the cup.
I swear to God, I heard Hogan grinding his teeth before he snapped, “Well maybe you should sleep on the porch?”
Leaning against the counter, I looked at him over the rim of my cup as Rissa joined me. “Oh, shut it,” she snickered, hitting the button and looking over at me. “You know, my dad found out we were together when Hogan climbed in through my window and spent the night one time,” she told me, making the mouthful of coffee I had taste bitter - oh so freaking bitter - as I tried to guesstimate how much therapy cost these days. “He sleeps just like Rose does, and when he heard the creaking of the bed my daddy came running in…”
“Jesus, Rissa,” Hogan hissed at the same that I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Just saying, dear,” she sang, reaching for her cup now that the machine was done. “Your daughter takes after you.”
Rubbing his face with both hands, he took a second to shake off the embarrassment. When he’d managed it, he looked up at me, except this time it was with concern. “What did she say about the note?”
Before I could tell him that I hadn’t had the chance to tell her about it yet, a voice came from the doorway, “What note?”
See? Awkward, right?
Picking up the cup of coffee that I’d made for her, I gestured toward the living room. “We need to talk.”
* * *
“So, let me get this right, he somehow managed to get something to write with on a scrap of paper, left it with the guy he was in with, disappeared, and then the guy suddenly comes forward with the note?”
When she put it like that, it sounded like the plot of a movie but it pretty much summed what had happened up. “The guy told us he used a small piece of plaster he’d found to do it, and it looks about right given that the words were scratched on the paper instead of written.”
After I’d explained it all, I’d expected her to be pissed at me for not telling her sooner, but the truth was I hadn’t had the chance to. Telling her in front of everyone else might have made her feel vulnerable or uncomfortable, and I’d wanted to be able to give her my full attention and to answer any questions she had without interruptions. That’s what we were doing now, and so far she hadn’t threatened my balls.
“What the hell is it with
this asshole?” she asked angrily. “Why can’t he just accept he’s lost and move the fuck on like a normal person?”
There was one simple answer to that question. “Control. People who are abusive or who bully others love the control. It empowers them and makes them feel bigger and better than they are.”
“So get social media,” she growled, flinging a hand up in the air. “That’s what people normally do. Or sell something online and tell the buyers to leave a review, it works for them. Have you seen the reviews on those online sites for things they’ve bought?”
“I’m not sure that’s the purpose of either of those things, sweetheart,” I told her honestly, watching as she spun back around to glare at me.
“I know that, but it’s the world we live in, Raoul. People do their thing,” she mimicked typing on a keyboard, “and they say mean shit. And why are we even analyzing this? Go on any site, and you’ll see it for yourself. It’s not right, but it’s what they do.”
“Sweetie, I think the point he’s making is that none of this is right,” Rissa said, walking in to join us. “But the main issue is that you’re safe and that you stay safe. You’ve got to work with the measures he’s putting in place to do that, ok?”
Surprising me, Rose walked slowly over to where I was sitting and lowered herself into my lap. “I know. It just sucks that people do this shit.”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I murmured into her hair, tucking her head under my chin.
Winking at me over her daughter’s head, Rissa turned around and went back to the kitchen leaving us alone again. Stroking her finger over the tattoo on my wrist, she asked, “Will you go and get a tattoo with me?”
There were a lot of things I’d do for this female, a lot of things I wouldn’t ever have done for any other one, but that? “Fuck no.”
Before she could argue back and try to convince me to do it, her mom yelled, “Come and say goodbye to us, Rose. Your dad has a doctor’s appointment in just over an hour.”
And that turned my morning on its head, because it meant that we could be as loud as we wanted to tonight, and that gave me a lot of ideas about things that I wanted to do to her to make her scream. It also meant I could plant the prank I’d had sitting in my car for the last three days while she was at work, and this one would get both her and my brother.
Rose
Ten hours later…
“Your job sucks balls,” Garrett growled, letting us in through my front door with Ranger at our feet. He’d been silent the whole way home and then through us retrieving the dog, and I’d played it smart and given him that time to think about whatever it was that was playing on his mind. Not once had I expected it to be about my job, though. “And what is up with that blonde chick? She grabbed my balls when I was coming out of the bathroom, Rose. That’s a whole new level of fucked up.”
“Be grateful she didn’t drop to her knees,” I muttered, kicking my shoes off and groaning. Today had been a busy day at work, and the injuries we’d treated were downright weird. The world went through phases like that, and more often than not it was thanks to a full moon. We hadn’t had one last night, though, so it was hard to excuse the shit I’d seen. I even had a patient who had a screwdriver stuck up his ass, apparently thanks to him slipping while he was fixing something with it.
Walking past, he made his way toward the kitchen with me on his heels and Ranger bringing up the rear. We’d been discussing the cookies his mom made earlier in the day, so it was like an unspoken cookie feast. I was trying to decide whether I wanted milk or a glass of wine with them as we passed a small table that had belonged to my grandmother, when I heard a fsssst and turned to frown down at the dog who was backing away from me.
“Seriously? You just went potty and you couldn’t do that out there while you did it?”
Walking back to see what was going on, Garrett reached us just as another fsssst sounded, and he took a step away from me. “Look, I know we’re close and all, but that’s crossing a line.”
“It wasn’t me, you moron,” I hissed, hearing another fsssst and glaring over at our canine companion. “It was the dog.”
And that’s when I got the first whiff of something. It wasn’t chemical, it wasn’t floral, it wasn’t gas… at least not the utility type of gas. It smelled like a skunk or like Ellis used to smell after eating tamales.
Garrett’s eyes widened when it reached him and he grabbed for the neck of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his nose and mouth. “Yo, seriously.”
Fsssst!
Hearing it again and knowing now what followed it, I copied what he’d done, and held the t-shirt I had on under my scrub top over my nose. “Open the door and let him out.”
Before he could say anything or tell me to do it myself, someone started knocking on the door. Eyeing the door, Garrett muttered, “That’ll be my family. They said they that they’d come over when they got back from that all you can eat Mexican place.”
Not wanting to be blamed for the smell, and deciding now would be the perfect time to get changed out of my work stuff, I pointed toward my bedroom. “You go let them in and I’ll be right back after I’ve changed my clothes.”
Not waiting for an answer, I turned on my heel, hoping that by the time I came back through, the smell of skunk fart would have cleared from the hallway.
It turns out I could hope all I wanted, but it wasn’t going to do me any good, because minutes later when I walked back out the smell was even worse.
“You can fart in someone else's house,” Luisa hissed at her husband who had his t-shirt over his nose like his son. “I warned you if you went the ghost chilis you’d do this, but you promised me you’d behave.” Fsssst! “There you go again.”
“I swear, it wasn’t me,” he insisted, moving so that his bicep now covered his face, too. “Did you check the dog?”
“Ma, it’s not him. Rose did it when we got back,” Garrett told them, opening and closing the door to try to get some of it out.
Glaring at him with my hands on my hips, I growled, “I can assure you that no normal human can do what amounts to scented version of a ventriloquist fart, seeing as how it smells worse now and I’ve been in my room with the door closed while I got changed.”
“I dunno,” Cat shrugged, still standing outside on the porch. Smart woman! “When Garrett or Raoul did it while they lived at home, you could definitely hear and smell them in other rooms.”
“Your father, too,” Luisa added, still glaring at her husband.
Turning to move away, Harry was about to say something when there was another fssst. Glancing down at my grandmother’s table, he pointed at what looked like a small beige vase. “What’s that?”
Not recognizing it, I took a step further away with Luisa beside me - which was just as well, because the second his finger passed in front of it, another fssst sounded. Fortunately Garrett wasn’t as lucky as me, because he’d walked closer when his dad had pointed it out, so whatever came out of it hit both of them almost immediately. And that was his karma for accusing me of being responsible for the stench.
Turning his head to the side and gagging, he choked out, “That’s where it’s coming from.”
And that’s when I remembered that his brother had locked my house up this morning, meaning that he had enough time to do something like this. That also meant that all I had to do was say one name and it would all make sense to all of us. “Raoul.”
They say that we all have pivotal moments in life, and it turns out this was one of them for me. See, any residual awkwardness between myself and his family left as quickly as the fart spray in the automated machine did at that revelation. We bonded over mutual fart victimization at the man’s hands, meaning that instead of there being just one brain coming up with ways to torture him, there were five. This meant that I had firm allies who had good reason to make him suffer in return as we hammered out a plan. So, after playing rock, paper, scissor, the loser (Garrett) picked up the automated air freshene
r, flicked the off switch – managing not to puke – and stored it in a bag beside the door.
Raoul wasn’t going to know what hit him – until it actually hit him.
Chapter Seventeen
Raoul
“What the fuck is that smell?” DB barked the next morning as we all sat down in his office for a briefing, his eyes coming to me when everyone pointed in my direction at the same time.
Through no fault of my own, I stank of moldy ass, and because I was late getting here I hadn’t been able to jump in the shower and change into the spare clothes in my locker. And why was I late when I’d given myself thirty minutes for a ten minute drive? Because just after I’d set off in my car this morning, I’d heard a fssst noise, but hadn’t thought anything off it until the smell hit me.
Waving my arm around in the air, I tried to open the windows, but it just made the noises happen faster and the smell stronger, until I remembered that the automated dispenser I’d used for the prank on Rose had a sensor in it that triggered its release when things moved in front of it. Really it was a clever invention that was meant to be used with pleasantly smelling air freshener, and I’d loaded it with a small fart spray canister instead, something I was regretting now. With the traffic moving and nowhere to pull over, I’d only just managed to get here in one piece, albeit late because I hadn’t been able to see properly with the amount of times I’d choked and gagged on the smell.
When I’d finally got here, I’d pulled quickly into a space and jumped out of the car leaving the windows open, and had then run into the station. I’d only just made it to the meeting in time, avoiding getting my balls crushed by DB who had a severe tardiness intolerance.
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