CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Rosemarie
I half expected him to stiffen and clam up at my demand for his life story. I for some reason figured he wasn’t the open, share-my-story kind of guy.
Turned out that I was wrong. And right there, as he held me in his arms, he told me it all. From the absent parents to the overachieving goals they had placed on his shoulders at an early age. To the whole boatload of people that he had in and out of his life that were there to mold his mind the way his parents saw fit. It basically sounded like he was isolated and raised by strangers.
It made me sad for him. The glimpses that I’d seen of the real man had been nothing short of vibrant and fun, even when he had been suffering in pain. It hurt my heart that he hadn’t been allowed to be that as a kid. The way he was raised was absurd, in my opinion. No child should be locked away. They should be free. They should be able to run away with their imagination and experience the joy of friendships. They should learn about life through being thrust into it, not from reading about it in books.
“So, wait, how old were you?” I asked coming out of my thoughts and catching part of what he had just said.
He laughed as he stroked my hair, the sound vibrating through his chest and for some reason, I loved that sound more now that I’d heard his story.
“Fifteen.”
My jaw fell open as I looked at him.
“You were fifteen when you lost your virginity? How old was she?” I was in way too much shock to be jealous. Not that I would be anyway, it wasn’t like I knew him back then.
“Uh,” he said actually looking a bit sheepish. “Ten years older than me.”
“That’s just…” I couldn’t think of a nice way to put it. Wrong? Ew? Seriously fucked up?
“To be fair, I was advanced for my age and seemed much older. But yeah, I can see it now how it was a bit messed up.”
“I’m sure you thought you were like some stud back then, didn’t you?”
“Oh, hell yeah.” He smiled widely, showing his teeth.
Then he carried on, telling me how he left home two years later. He told me his journey of how he ended up at Moon Hill and joining the Steel Paragons. I could tell there were a few details he was leaving out but I didn’t push. If this thing was real, then we had nothing but time.
“So, are we done talking?” I asked after he wrapped up his story.
I didn’t give him a chance to respond. I had an idea of why he had held himself back and while it was respectable and sweet, I was done waiting. I sat up and straddled him and my mouth attacked his.
We’d been touching for far too long at this point and not doing anything. Yes, I loved it, just being there in his arms and talking. But it had been way too long since I’d had these feelings running through me, and even longer since I’d been truly touched. My blood was boiling. My heart was pounding. And my head was clouded with lust.
I needed to be naked, now.
And I needed him to be, as well.
“Fuck, Rosemarie,” he breathed out as I broke away and started kissing down his neck.
His hands slid inside my pants and he grabbed my ass hard. Since I was wearing a thong, there was nothing between his huge palm and my soft cheeks.
My hips rocked against him on their own accord.
Moans tore themselves free from the depths of my throat.
A shiver worked its way down my spine.
And I was completely gone to the world around me.
“I want you so bad, Rosemarie,” he said as he gripped my ass harder and worked me faster over his covered hardness. “I won’t even lie and say I haven’t thought of this. Too many fucking times to count.”
In a blink, he was up on his feet and slinging me over his shoulder. I let out a surprised squeal and he popped my butt with one hard swat. Then he took off like a man possessed in the direction of my bedroom.
Very gently, he bent over and laid me on the bed like I was a cherished treasure. He kept his eyes on me as he reached out and flicked on the dim bedside lamp. The look in his eyes told me he was going to devour me slowly.
His fingers lightly skimmed over my skin as he slid my shirt up and over my head. Then he did the same to my pants, taking his time to touch every part of me that he could. His warm, rough fingers caused my skin to prickle all over.
“You are so beautiful,” he breathed onto my flesh as he kissed his way up my torso.
My fingers threaded into his hair, holding him to me like I never wanted him to leave.
Then he took my lips again. I opened for him without hesitation and his tongue lazily sought out mine. His fingers skimmed over my panties before sliding inside the fabric.
He didn’t rush. He didn’t push into me. Instead, the tips circled my soaked entrance drawing a long, desperate moan from me.
“So wet for me,” he stated like I didn’t already know that. And I was sure he had a good idea that I was before he tested the waters, too.
He leaned back and stripped me of the rest of my clothes. Then he sat there, staring down at me, taking in every inch of me as if he were trying to memorize every little detail. I should have felt freaked out and wanted to shy away. But I didn’t. I felt safe and beautiful, even as he pushed my legs open and settled himself there.
“Oh, God!” The words came out loud and drawn out as his tongue made its first pass over my pussy and around my swollen, throbbing clit.
It was already too much. Too intense. Yet, my hand slammed down on the back of his head as if to hold him there and beg for more.
I was dizzy. The things that man could do with his mouth. And did do! I mean, damn. I’d never experienced anything like it before. How he slowly dragged me to the edge and how he kept me teetering there.
“Bocca, please,” I panted. I couldn’t take much more. “I need to come. Please.”
I could have sworn he chuckled but I was so far gone that I wasn’t sure of anything.
His mouth covered my clit as he slid a finger inside of me for the first time. As he sucked hard and curled his finger at the same time, I lost it. I shattered. My body shook like never before and I felt like I was floating in the middle of the ocean.
My mouth fell open and a strangled scream filled the room.
He kept going, slowing only slightly, drawing out my orgasm as long as possible. Finally, he pulled away, placing a kiss right above my sex as he made his way up my body and settled over me again.
“That was…” I panted out having no control over my brain or body at the moment.
“Just the beginning, baby,” he said, his tone cocky but not in a cheap sort of way. “Though I have to be honest, it’s been a while so the first time might be quick.”
“How long is a while?”
“A month…ish?”
I looked at him blankly.
“Try a year, then you can talk to me about a while,” I retorted playfully.
I had a feeling that Bocca got a lot of play. I’d seen how smooth he could be and I wasn’t an idiot. It wasn’t something I wanted to overly think about, but I wasn’t going to hold it against him. Besides, he said it had been a month. So all I heard was that he hadn’t touched anyone since he met me. And that made my heart soar.
“Oh, fuck, no,” he said in shock. “Then I have a lot of work to do.”
“Seems that way, biker boy.”
That made him light up and I giggled. Though I hated that I actually giggled, deep down, I loved that he could do that to me.
He kissed me and I felt hesitation on his part. Like he was trying to distract me with his mouth. But I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.
Was he nervous?
That seemed beyond ridiculous. I imagined he could have sex in his sleep. Not that I wanted him to. But I got the sense that he was…well versed in that category.
So that wasn’t it. There was something else. Trying to figure it out had me slightly distracted, which led to him pulling away and looking down at me with pinched brows.
Instead of saying anything, I slid my fingers under his shirt. That was the moment he went stiff and froze.
“Bocca?” I said as my hands stilled on his bare flesh.
I kinda hated that I didn’t know his real name. I wondered why he hadn’t trusted me with that yet. What if it wasn’t even about trust? That was another thing that had me losing my mind.
I sat up, causing him to move back. Then I scooted forward, causing him to slide off the edge of the bed and get to his feet. I looked up at him with soft eyes. I had a good idea what was wrong and I wanted him to get over it and know that it was okay.
My fingers started at his waistband, slipping under his shirt once again. I kept my eyes locked on his as I softly and slowly moved my hand upward. His skin was soft but I could feel the firmness of his muscles. I felt my fingertips heat from the touch. My fingers glided over his marred flesh and I kept going as if I hadn’t noticed. We both knew that his scars were there but I wanted him to know that I saw past them.
Wordlessly, I dragged his shirt up encouraging him to remove it. Which he did in a very sexy manner. I was panting once again. As soon as his shirt hit the floor, I was working his belt free. He kicked out of his sneakers one at a time, then dragged his legs out of his pants the same way.
Now I was currently faced with his barely contained hard-on. And I say barely because the man-thong that I was starting to realize he loved very much, wasn’t doing much to hold him back in this state. I took a moment to look at them. These were the same as the ones he’d worn before only the pattern was a different color. I wondered how many he had.
“I really like these,” I commented on a giggle. “That’s weird, right? I never thought I would have. Maybe it’s just seeing them on you…” I bit my lip to keep from rambling any further.
“I do pull them off quite well,” he said. Though his words were a bit confident, if not arrogant, the shakiness I heard in his voice let me know he was trying to cover up the fact that he was still unsure.
“I want you,” I said scooting back on the bed and spreading out for him to take. “All of you.”
My words didn’t come out sexy. Instead, they came out soft and sweet. I mean I wanted all of him. His scars. His beauty. His darkness. His soul. And even his heart. Just like I wanted to give all of mine to him.
He dropped his thong and retrieved a condom from his crumpled up pants on the floor.
“I hope you have more than just that one,” I said as a way to break the intensity that clung to the air.
“Don’t you worry, my sexy, dirty nurse,” he said as he sheathed himself and lowered back down on top of me once again. My legs didn’t hesitate to wrap themselves around his hard body. “I got all I need to take care of you.”
I felt the blunt tip of his hardness brush up against me. It was enough to make my body bow back with anticipation as my lungs sucked in a quick breath. I needed him right now. No more talking. No more waiting.
I was so wet and he slid in so easily. He went painfully slow, causing my whole body to shake and heat with need. I felt every inch of him stretching me, filling me, to the point that I felt I might split wide open. This was like nothing I’d ever felt before and it was only the beginning.
“Shit,” he grunted out once he was fully seated inside of me.
“Give it to me, biker. There’s a lot of sexin’ to make up for,” I said half out of my mind.
“Oh that mouth,” he said and I felt like there would be a punishment coming if I kept it up.
I didn’t have the chance to respond. His mouth was on mine and his hips were working back and forth. A motion so languid and slow that I couldn’t help but to rock against it in desperate need.
We moved together so fluidly, so perfectly. I had no idea that something like this even existed. I knew, right here, right now, that I’d found my match. Everything that I hadn’t really believed in before suddenly felt so real. True Love. Soul Mate. As much as I hated those words, I couldn’t deny the truth in them right now. The realness. The end.
Because that was what Bocca was. My end. And my beginning. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know his name. First or last. It didn’t matter that I knew that he was keeping things from me or that he might have to do so in the future. Nothing mattered but making sure this man was in my life.
“Yes,” I moaned as I arched back further, my peaked nipples scraping against his hard chest.
My body was at war with itself. It was torn between wanting to stretch away from this overwhelming feeling and needing to curl into it.
He pushed into me, hard and fast. Then retreated with the patience of a saint, the contrast turning my world upside down and making mush of my brain.
“You feel so fucking amazing. Perfect,” he said breathlessly next to my ear.
His name fell from my throat in a raw, scratchy moan.
“Jake,” he all but mumbled.
“Your name’s Jake?” I said as we kept pace. It was strange but I didn’t think either one of us wanted to stop. Hell, I was surprised I even asked the question.
“My middle name, it’s what I preferred to go by when I was growing up.”
“Good enough for me,” I said as I kissed him.
Like something broke inside of him, he began to thrust into me harder. I wrapped my legs around him tighter and held on. I was wound so tight and with every pull, every thrust, I was feeling tighter.
“I’m so close. Please, Jake, don’t stop.”
His hand gripped my hip, attempting to hold me in place as he worked his way in and out of me. Sweat coated our bodies and I wasn’t far off, I was going to come but I wasn’t ready yet. My moans escalated. My body grew rigid. I was helpless against the oncoming orgasm.
Then I came, hard and excessively. Like I’d never come in my life. All the while, screaming his name over and over. His eyes were on me, I could feel them, but my lids seemed like they were fused together as my body trembled with my release.
As soon as I started to come down, he changed his angle and started hitting something deep inside of me. He swelled, stretching me further as his harsh, sexy grunts filled my ears. He came, filling the condom, triggering another orgasm that had me going blind and clawing at his back.
“Rosemarie,” he said in a harsh, raw whisper.
His body collapsed onto mine. I stretched my legs out needing to work the tiny cramp that I started to feel in my legs. We held each other as we came back down. I loved the feeling of his weight on me, though I knew it wasn’t all of it. He was still attempting to hold some of it off me but I could tell he was struggling.
That was more than just sex. It was more than anything I’d ever known. My mind was definitely blown and I was left speechless.