CHAPTER TEN

ROGAN

“I TOLD YOU I WAS going to sign the title over to you. I don’t understand why you are so surprised that I did. Have I given you any indication that I am not a man of my word?”

I realize that it might be considered rash, but I was more grateful than ever that I had started the paperwork before we got the news today that she had lost her fortune.

“Rogan, sex talk is not to be taken literally. I understand that and I’ve only just been indoctrinated this week.”

“I know it’s nothing like the house you lost, but—”

“Stop. That’s not what this is about.”

“Then what is this about? I wanted to make sure you had something in your name.”

“It’s your home. You’ve worked so hard for it.”

“It’s mine and I want you to have it. It’s not necessary to kick me out, though I suppose that will always be an option for you.”

“You’re a high-functioning adult. I don’t understand why you don’t see how this is bizarre behavior. People don’t just give everything they worked for to a girl they’ve been, as Agent Venich so eloquently puts it, boinking for a week. Also, it makes me feel like a prostitute.”

My blood pressure rises. “That’s the first stupid thing I’ve ever heard you say. I’m not paying you for sex. I’m giving you something important to me because I love you. When we get married, I’ll get half of it back anyway, so it’s really not as big a deal as you think.”

“Married?”

“Yes, married. I love you. I fully intend to fill you with babies, another thing that was not just sex talk. I’m not saying we do it now, but yeah, when the time is right, we’ll get married.”

“You’re insane.” She puts down her tea and gets up to pace. “We’ve known each other a week. I am a pretty big mess and have been since you met me. I need to get my shit together, and until I do, I have nothing to offer you.”

“That’s the second stupid thing I’ve heard you say. Do you think you have to have it together to deserve to be loved? Princess, most of the people on this planet are a mess. None of us know what we are doing. You do your best each day and hope it’s working. Then you find the person who makes you feel like you at least understand why you’ve been trying. I own a business. I work hard. I get up each day and try to be a decent guy. But I don’t have my shit together any more than you do, and I’ve had more practice. I’m surly and reclusive, and I don’t need a headshrinker to tell me it’s because I never got over being abandoned by my mother. But then I met you and now I understand why I get up each morning. Why I try to be decent. Why I work hard.”

She’s stopped walking around the room and is just staring at me now, her amber eyes wet. “I feel like I’m in a Julia Roberts movie right now…and no…not the one where she’s a prostitute.”

“That might be the only Julia Roberts movie I’ve seen.”

She gives me a watery laugh. “I love you, too. I do. But I can’t just take all your stuff. I need to figure out what I’m doing. How I can give back? It’s not fair to you to take me on in this state.”

“You do whatever you need to do, princess. Your house and your man will be right here waiting for you when you’re ready for us.”

“Rogan…”

“No decisions have to be made right this minute. You have another month until college starts again. I’m not pushing you under or pulling you out of the water, Layna. We can just tread right here for now. Okay?”

“Okay. I think.”

“You’ve got a lot to think about with your stepdad and all. Do you want to go for a walk or something?”

“Or something sounds nice.”

My hard-on is instant. I want back in that pussy, and that is a fact. In fact, since she ran between me and the agents on the porch, I’ve felt a deep need to be balls deep in her again.

I grab her around the middle, fast and hard, enjoying her surprised gasp. Enjoying it even more when I push her roughly over the back of my couch.

“What are you—?”

With one hand planted on her back to hold her down, I yank down her shorts and panties. “Now that I have your attention, Princess Piss-Me-Off, I’d like to bring up the incident on the porch where you ran between me and what might have been a gun.”

She twists around, so I restrain her arms. “Rogan—”

“You scared about ten years off my life.”

“I’m sorry, but—” She shuts up the minute I bury my face in her pussy.

“Mmmm,” I say against her sweet, candied cunt before I snake my tongue inside her as far as I can. She moans and I widen her stance so I can get my whole face involved. I bring her to a hard, ruthless climax, holding her down and not caring how her legs are trembling as I use my feet to kick her legs wider.

“I need to punish you really good for that.”

“Punish me?”

I take my dick out. “Never scare me like that again.”

“Well, you don’t ever tell me ‘stay’ like I’m a dog again.”

I smack her ass like I’ve been wanting to do since that first day. She shrieks and squirms, but thrusts her ass toward me more.

“Oh baby, the taste of you made my dick so hard. I’m leaking pre-come like a faucet.” I tap her lower back with my cock. “I hope you are ready for this. I don’t think I can be gentle.”

“Fuck me, Rogan,” she says. “Fuck me hard. I want it. I want to feel you.”

I’ve still got her arms restrained when I slam into her. We both moan. She’s wet, so fucking wet. And her tightness is gripping me, pulling my dick inside her.

I think about how scared I was that something could have happened to her on that porch, and I slam into her again. Harder.

I punish us both with the brutal fucking. The sound of our flesh slapping fills the room. It’s obscene and it makes me go at her more. I’m holding her too tight, but I can’t loosen my grip. I can’t think of anything past the mind-numbing fuck I’m delivering. I should pull back. I should let go of her arms. Touch her clit. I never meant to be so rough with her.

“Oh God, Rogan.” Her body is tense and straining.

“You going to come around my cock? You’re so fucking wet. Tell me you don’t love this. Tell me you don’t like being fucked rough and hard. That you aren’t dying for my cock whenever it’s not inside you.”

“Oh God, oh God.”

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“My pussy belongs to you, Rogan. Only you.”

“Fucking straight.”

My balls tighten and my muscles tense, and I drive into her as hard as I can. Just as I’m about to go, her inner muscles clench around my cock and she starts milking my dick.

“Just like that. Such a good girl.”

The roar that precedes my orgasm is epic, and I pull her hair and yank her head back as I fill her up like we’re animals.