Chapter 3

“You are so damn sexy,” Bronx whispered as he kissed Rose.

They made their way slowly to the bedroom as Rose threw off his clothes, and he started to take off hers. His hands lingered on her skin, and he slid them up her back and unhooked her bra. Soon, his lips started to move down her neck, and he grabbed her hands and held them down to her side. He was trying to exercise a little control over her, and Rose let him.

Rose knew that even younger men wanted to feel like they were in control in the bedroom. She had worked her magic to get him to her door; she was willing to let go of her domination over Bronx and allow him to be in charge for a little bit. But only for a little bit—she was more than ready to take charge again as soon as things weren’t going her way.

Bronx was not the kind of guy who let the woman be in charge in the bedroom, Rose could tell that. He was the player; he was the one who found girls at clubs and brought them home, but this woman was different. She was dangerous and sexy, and he hadn’t stopped thinking about her since she left the zip lining facility.

There was something about Rose that had driven Bronx mad while he thought about her. He normally wouldn’t have bothered to meet a woman at some random location just because she asked him. But he had arrived at Rose’s house early and waited for her. He hadn’t even thought about leaving; he had been prepared to wait for her.

“What’s your name?” Bronx asked.

Rose couldn’t help laughing. He had shown up at her apartment and didn’t even know her name. Damn she loved the power she had over men when she wanted them. The desire was purely evident in the throbbing of Bronx’s cock, and she couldn’t wait to feel his hands on every inch of her naked body. It was going to be one hell of a fun night. She decided to humor him and give Bronx her name.

“Rose,” she whispered as her mouth moved to his ear and she bit lightly on his earlobe. “Now, show me what those muscles of yours can do.”

Bronx didn’t hesitate and lifted Rose up against the wall as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. She let out a moan of ecstasy at the touch of his lips. They were warm and firm, and the desire flowed through her body quickly. She began to think that she wasn’t going to mind letting Bronx take a little control over their evening.

Rose felt Bronx move his fingers up the inside of her thigh as he held her against the wall. She was spread open for him and at least four inches in the air, so there was no stopping his fingers as they made their way to her center. She closed her eyes as the anticipation of his touch rushed through her body.

His lips latched onto her nipple and pulled it in harder as he slid his fingers inside of her. Again, she moaned out in bliss at his touch. This was how she liked to spend her time; nothing about the past mattered at all. Only the pleasure that she and Bronx were going to give each other. Rose only wished she could fill every moment of every day so she never had to think about what her life used to be like.

His fingers moved with her body expertly, and she found herself building up with each curl of movement. Bronx was definitely skilled at maneuvering a woman’s body, and that was a welcome surprise. Rose closed her eyes and let the wave move over her body as she gave in to the physical joy that it craved so desperately. It was odd to her how much she craved physical closeness with men, yet she hated the idea of any sort of real relationship at all.

Bronx didn’t waste any time, though, and he quickly carried her over to the bed and threw her roughly down onto her thousand thread count black sheets. His hands grabbed firmly onto her inner thighs and thrust them apart as he stared down at her. The mischievous smile that spread across his face was delightful, and Rose couldn’t wait to enjoy more of him.

She was exposed. More exposed than she liked to be, but his muscular hands were no match for her as she lay there looking at him. The desire practically dripped off of his cock as it pulsed up and down, and Rose prepared herself to have him thrusting on top of her. She wanted Bronx inside of her. Every muscle in her body tensed up with anticipation, and she could hardly lay still as she watched him stand over her.

“Nightstand,” she said breathlessly as she motioned with her eyes.

Bronx reached in with one hand, pulled out a long strip of condoms and threw them on the bed next to Rose. She couldn’t help laughing at his cheeky grin. He obviously thought he was staying much longer than Rose planned for him to be in her bed, but she wasn’t going to ruin his anticipation.

“That should be enough,” he joked.

She rolled her eyes at his humor. It was so fun to have a guy with confidence in bed with her. She liked that she could hold such power over a man who undoubtedly got every woman he went after. It was empowering to her when she realized how much control she could hold over a man who normally held the control.

“I should hope so.”

He continued to hold her thighs apart, and Rose started to get uncomfortable. He was making her feel vulnerable, and she absolutely wasn’t going to have any more of it. She licked her lips as she looked at his pulsing member and then slowly let her eyes run up to meet his. Rose wanted to taste him; she wanted to feel in control again, and at that moment, Bronx had all the control.

He kneeled onto the bed and then started to kiss her toes. Rose couldn’t help rolling her eyes at the move. Didn’t he know she was a sure thing? He didn’t have to try and seduce her with all the kissing. He just needed to bring her some orgasms.

Slowly, oh so painfully slowly, Bronx made his way up her legs and to her center. She gave into his touch and wrapped her fingers in the sheets as the sweet feeling of his tongue moved on her. He was insistent on making her cum again, and Rose wasn’t going to argue. She let herself be in the moment, feeling every flick and move he made until her muscles started to tighten and she felt the rising of her orgasm take over her body.

As she released, Rose used her feet and pressed Bronx away from her and back onto the bed. She reached over, ripped open a condom and slid it over him as her green eyes looked up at his smiling face.

The way he looked at her with a cocky grin that filled his face, it was cute as hell. She smiled up at him as she straddled his member and let him slide inside of her. Their bodies worked well together—his hands holding her hips as she moved, and his pelvis thrusting up inside of her.

Within a few minutes, they were both covered in sweat. Bronx grabbed her and turned her over onto the bed so he could be in control again. She could tell that was where he liked to be, which was alright with Rose as long as he continued to keep the pleasure coming.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as his body descended closely on top of hers.

He let his hand play with her hair as he held himself up on the other arm. Rose grabbed his biceps and wrapped her fingers around them. Bronx was a well-built man, and handsome as hell; it was too bad she would never see him again.

“Thank you,” Rose softly answered him.

“Why me? Out of all the guys in this city, why’d you choose me?”

“You rescued me. I’m a sucker for a hero.”

Rose pulled Bronx toward her and kissed him roughly as she thrust her pelvis toward him. She was done talking, and it was time for him to get back to work.

Bronx moved firmly into her, each thrust bringing pleasure that Rose needed. She had become so use to having a boy toy around on the weekends, it was her favorite way to unwind. His movements came harder and harder, and he stopped kissing her so he could concentrate on his own pleasure.

Rose smiled as she watched his face change from pleasure to that familiar look of pain. A man’s body always went through a little pain as the buildup of explosion tortured them. Rose enjoyed that look so much. She enjoyed a lot of things about men in her bed, but the tortured look before an orgasm was one of her favorites.

Harder and harder his thrusts pulsed through her body, and she urged him on with her hips. More. Faster. She wanted to feel his final thrust as his body gave in to the seductive powers she had over him.

“Oh, fuck!” Bronx screamed out as he released his body.

Rose latched onto him and gave him a few more thrusts of her hips before pulling his body down on top of hers.

One, two, three …

She counted in her head up to one hundred before gently sliding him off of her and climbing out of the bed. She grabbed a silk robe that was hanging off the edge of the bed and wrapped it around her slim body before she turned back to look at Bronx.

His deliciously tan body was spread out on her bed in exhaustion from his efforts. Damn, he was fun to play with, but Rose had rules. They were rules she had put into place to ensure nothing got messy or out of hand for her. They were rules she had to make to ensure she didn’t become attached to one of her delicious play toys. But they were rules she sometimes wanted to break.

“Feel free to grab yourself a drink from the fridge if you’d like before you leave,” Rose said as she climbed back into the bed and gave Bronx a soft kiss. “I’m hopping in the shower. It was fun.

The look of total shock on Bronx’s face was another of the things she had come to really enjoy seeing. The men she invited to her house never expected that she was going to kick them out after making love to them. Most of the men were hot enough that they probably had never been kicked out of a woman’s bed in their entire life. But it gave Rose power to control when they came to her and when they left. If she had the power, then she didn’t have to worry about things getting out of control.

“Are you serious?” Bronx laughed.

“Oh, yes. Dead serious, darling. But it sure was fun. You can leave your number for me if you’d like.”

Rose smiled and shut the bathroom door behind her, making sure to lock it. One time she hadn’t locked it and her young toy for the night surprised her in the shower for another round of fun. She didn’t turn him down, of course, but she felt way too out of control.

It would take him about fifteen minutes to realize she wasn’t coming out of the shower and then another ten or so to leave the apartment. Rose had the timing down to a science, and she enjoyed her long hot shower while she waited for him to exit her apartment. She put an avocado peel on her face, shaved her legs, and did her favorite vanilla body scrub all over her body. Thirty minutes later, she exited the bathroom and made a quick tour of her apartment to make sure Bronx had disappeared.

She locked the front door and walked into the kitchen to read the note he had left with his number. It was always interesting to see what men wrote when their ego had been totally destroyed. She had expected a few of the guys to leave without writing a note, or to leave a nasty message, but she was always surprised. The men always left their number and always tried gallantly not to show how much she had crushed their ego.

“Meet you next weekend at the zip lines – Bronx,” the note read.

It was a first for her. Not only had he told her to meet him somewhere; he hadn’t included a phone number at all. She smiled at the note as she ripped it up and threw it in the trash. She wouldn’t be meeting him at the zip lines. Rose wouldn’t be seeing Bronx ever again.