CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Hey, Hope. This yours?” Z asks as he’s walking into the clubhouse dining room for breakfast.
I glance at the cell phone he pushes my way.
“Yeah. Where was it?”
A careless lift of his shoulders. “Found it in the couch cushions.”
Not surprising. I’m always losing my cell phone. And since I usually keep it on silent so it doesn’t go off when I’m in court, it’s almost impossible to find it.
“Thanks.”
Z throws a smirk at me and heads into the kitchen.
Rock slips his hand over mine and gives it a squeeze.
“What are your plans for today?”
It’s Monday, and since he convinced me the stuff with Teller’s grandmother could wait until today, he knows damn well I am planning to go into the office.
I slant a look at him, and his mouth quirks.
“What are your plans?” I ask instead of giving him a verbal answer.
I get a side-eye in return. That’s right. Rock is always up in my business, but I have no idea about anything he does if it’s “for the club.”
Whatever.
“Actually, I have to take care of a few things at CB today.”
My nose wrinkles, which he catches. He lets out a soft chuckle.
“It’s closed today, babe. That’s why I’m going.”
See, that doesn’t make me feel any better. If it was crawling with dancers, he’d have a hard time saying no?
“Hey, what’s that face for?” he asks against my ear. His lips brushing over the sensitive skin there sends a shiver through me.
“Nothing,” I whisper.
Before this conversation can go any further, we’re interrupted by Z and Trinity coming out of the kitchen. They’re playfully arguing over something. She’s carrying a tray with her and doesn’t stop to sit with us.
“Stop fucking babying him, Trin,” Rock teases as she goes by.
She laughs but doesn’t say anything else.
Z shakes his head as he sits down. “Those two.”
Rock snorts in agreement.
“Did Teller stay up here last night?” I ask, hoping one of them will know.
“Nah, he’s still staying with Bug.”
“Good.”
“She’s already in lawyer mode,” Rock jokes while jerking his head at me.
Z chuckles. “You’re a good girl, Hope.”
“Thanks, I think.”
He laughs even harder. I’ve found it’s difficult to offend Z. He’s a regular ray of sunshine compared to Wrath.
“Alright, I need to get going.” I push my chair out and grab my dishes. Rock stops me. “Leave it. I’ll take care of it.”
I arch an eyebrow at him. “You will, or you’ll have Trinity do it?”
Z bursts out laughing.
Rock’s jaw works, but a smile is hovering at the corners of his mouth. I lean over and brush a kiss against his cheek. His hand locks around my wrist, pulling me closer. “Give me a real kiss, baby,” he says.
“Please don’t,” Z begs, reminding me that we have an audience.
Rock shoots him a dirty look and stands, yanking me against his chest. “You stopping home first?”
“Yes. I need to change.” I wave my free hand that isn’t trapped between our bodies over my jeans and sweatshirt.
He turns and tucks me against his side to walk me out. “You need to grab anything from upstairs?”
“No, I’m good.”
He sighs in disapproval.
“Why are you trying to get me—”
Oh.
The carnal look on his face can’t really be ignored. Especially when he pushes me inside the champagne room.
“Hey—” I protest, but it’s quickly cut off by his mouth on mine.
Even though it’s indirectly my fault she has to go, I’m not ready for Hope to leave. It’s ridiculous because after she got me so worked up Friday night, we spent a large portion of the weekend in bed.
No matter how many times we fuck, I can’t seem to get enough of her. Probably because what we have is so much more than fucking.
If she doesn’t need to go upstairs, the champagne room is my next best option. It will definitely be empty this early on a Monday morning. Picking Hope up, I pin her to the wall just inside the door.
“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly against my mouth.
I lean into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent before answering. “Well, I’m not giving you a lap dance.” I was aiming for light and teasing, but it comes out tense and strangled.
Hope’s eyes go wide, but her mouth curves in a sexy smile. “What if someone walks in?”
“Doll, no one is coming in here.” But to make her feel better, I reach over and flip the lock. To do it, I need to pin her to the wall with my hips. Her head falls back against the wall with a soft thump from the extra friction. I take a second to let my eyes travel over her body. Flushed cheeks, erect nipples—visible even through the heavy fabric of her sweatshirt every time she takes a heaving breath.
Damn.
The sight of how turned on she is already has me harder than steel-reinforced concrete and aching with an almost violent need to fuck her.
First, I need to set her down and strip her pants off.
As I release her, she slides down the wall and her eyes flare in surprise. Gripping her hips, I walk/push her to the couch lining one side of the room. I’m almost frantic trying to figure out which way I want to take her first. Finally, I sit down and pull her to me. My hands go straight for her jeans and begin working them down her legs. She gives me a soft sigh of anticipation and kicks her pants off after I work them past her knees.
“Shirt, baby,” I tell her.
It drops to the floor in a soft whoosh of fabric. Her hands immediately go to my shirt next, and my dick jumps. I love that she’s just as crazed to see me as I am to see her.
I crook a finger at her and free my aching dick from my jeans. Without a word, she plants one knee next to me and steadies herself on my shoulders. Looking into my eyes, she centers herself. “Rochlan?”
“Yes, doll?” I manage to choke out.
“I love you.”
For some reason, her voice breaks and she seems close to tears. Stroking my hands over her back, I guide her to my cock. “Baby, I love you too. So much.”
Once she’s perfectly lined up, she sinks down slowly. Hot breath hisses out between her clenched teeth and over my cheek. My hand grips her hip, kneading her soft flesh.
Across the way, the mirror gives me a fantastic view. The graceful lines of her back, the cute little dimples above her perfect ass, her long hair swishing against her pale skin.
“You’re fucking beautiful.” My hand threads into her hair, pulling her down for a kiss. Wrapping my arms around her tight, I slam my cock up into her. A groan tears out of my throat. “I can see you in the mirror, Hope. See everything. Beautiful.”
She whimpers against my neck and struggles to turn, but I hold her tight. Now’s not the time for my girl to get shy.
Our skin slaps together, quick and furious. Hope’s gone. Writhing above me, moaning, squeezing me so fucking tight. She’s making little mindless noises as I keep drilling up into her. She stills, a soundless scream on her lips, and I feel my own orgasm boiling through me.
My lips find hers, and her fingers tunnel through my hair, sending shivers up and down my spine.
I’m not thrilled as I watch her dress a few minutes later. She catches the look on my face, and the corner of her mouth kicks up.
“See, if you hadn’t interfered in my business and made me take their case, I could spend the day with you.”
It’s clear she’s only teasing, but her words still make me pause.
I may be a lot of things, but I’m not some backwards asshole who’s going to take a smart, driven woman like Hope and attempt to turn her into my mindless sex slave—as appealing as that might sound. So no, it’s off to work for her.
“I’ve kept you long enough, doll.”