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Rose gasped when he surged inside her, not stopping until his balls rested against her ass. Somehow, after all this time, he stretched her to the point where pain and pleasure mixed. Dragging his cock slowly out, she couldn’t bite back a moan. The feel of his hardness caressing her set off erotic explosions and demanded her body participate.
“You love me,” he murmured as he sank back inside her. “You aren’t leaving me.”
Warren thrust forward as she clenched around him. He dropped back to his knees and took her with him. With her ass on his thighs, Warren wrapped his arms around her legs, holding them tight to his chest. Then he started to slowly stroke in and out.
Rose fisted her hands in the sleeping bag. This was her favorite position, and he knew it. His cock stroked her spot. It was lethal to her defenses. He was tormenting her to get what he wanted. It was hard to think straight when she could feel the connection they shared. Being together, raw and erotic, was what she craved.
“Harder.”
Sensation rolled like waves crashing through her soul, threatening to drown her. She gasped for breath as her husband drove her higher.
“Another one, Petal.”
Rose cried out as her body obeyed his command. Squeezing him tight, she let go of the tidal wave of emotion as she came. His strokes never faltered as he layed her on the floor. Every cell in her body buzzed. It was like she was one big nerve ending that jolted with pleasure every time he bottomed out.
“Three.”
He toyed with her sopping pussy as his cock drove into her. Circling her clit had her hips meeting his thrust for thrust. The way her tight channel squeezed him had him fighting for control. It had been too long since he had gotten to feel her come while he was buried deep inside her. He had to feel it again.
His fingers grazed over her clit and then around her opening while he fucked her. The friction from his talented fingers was too much. Rose bit down on his shoulder as she rocked harder against him.
“Fuck yes.”
Rose tapped his shoulder, and he immediately rolled over, pulling her on top. Lost in the sensual pleasure they created, she rode him as she soared closer and closer to the edge. Her fingernails scraped his chest when his hand slipped between her ass cheeks and tapped on her back door, pulsing his finger in time with her hips. Rose’s mouth fell open, and the world seemed to slow as she came apart around him. Her channel snapped tight as she exploded. Wetness coated her insides as he roared her name, pummeling his come into her.
With a contented sigh, Rose fell onto his chest. Warren’s arms banded around her, holding her tight as he fought for breath. His wife was lying on his chest, half asleep, with a smile on her face. His heart was ready to burst.
“Love you, Petal.”
“Love you too,” she mumbled, already half asleep.
Warren closed his eyes. It was all fixable as long as she loved him.
Chapter 3
Rose’s eyes popped open when she felt something shift under her. Biting her bottom lip, she kept the urge to scream from getting past her lips. Warren was there. She slept on top of her husband with his arms locked around her. Panic spread through her body as she forced herself not to scramble away from him. The last thing she wanted was to wake him up and have a conversation this morning.
Hey, baby. Sorry to fuck and run, but I have places to be and asses to save. Take your stuff and lock the door on your way out. Oh, and when you get a minute, sign the divorce papers.
Nothing said I want a divorce quite like sleeping with your husband on the living room floor. Rose rolled her eyes. She didn’t have time to see how Warren reacted to that bombshell. Especially when she needed to get a move on.
Thankfully, there was no light shining through the window. Rose couldn’t believe she fell asleep. Lucas would be dead in the dumpster behind Aces if she were late. How could she have let that little tid-bit slip her mind? The tempting answer lay nestled between her folds. The urge to give in and go for one more ride was hard to resist. Her heart broke a little more when she realized nothing had changed. Warren came home to solve their problems the way he always did. Rose couldn’t live like that anymore. Who wanted to be the booty call every few months? No. There had to be something better out there.
She needed to get going before he tried to talk her out of it. The trick would be sneaking out without waking Warren. First, it would be getting off Warren without waking him. Then, out the front door without taking another ride on the Warren train. Cautiously looking around, she didn’t see anything to help her. There was no baseball bat lying within reach, so she could club him over the head to knock him out. No sleeping medication she could slip under his tongue. Not even a pillow to stuff in his arms to pretend it was her. Great. She was going to have to do this little by little. Small, silent movements should do it, right?
Forever and a day later, Rose made it off her husband’s chest and onto the floor. His arms were wrapped around her, clutching her to his side, but she was no longer on his chest. It was a small victory. Reaching for her phone sent her anxiety up a few notches. It was five-thirty. Her small victories needed to happen a lot faster, or she would be scooping pieces of her brother out of the dumpster.
Her heart stuttered when she looked over her shoulder at him sleeping peacefully. The urge to tell him everything almost had her shaking him awake. Warren was more equipped for this situation than she was.
“Rose, you idiot, nothing has changed,” she quietly berated herself.
Warren frowned and rolled onto his back. A twinge of guilt held her in place. The poor guy would be sore from sleeping on the floor all night. Tucking the blanket around him, it dawned on her that she was free.
“It is a dang good thing I don’t make a living sneaking around.”
Dressing quickly, Rose grabbed her purse and her phone. Taking her house key off the key ring, she laid it on the floor beside his head. Tears filled her eyes when she placed her wedding band beside the key. Rose stood watching him sleep for a few minutes before she tip-toed to the door. She silently flipped the lock. One last look at the man sleeping on the floor was all she gave herself. Closing the door, she didn’t wait to see if the click of the lock woke him. There would be no saving Lucas if Warren woke up.
Rose jogged to her car. Putting it into neutral, she let the car drift to the end of the driveway. She started the engine when it was a safe distance from the house and drove into the rising sun. A string of bikes was in the parking lot when Rose got to Aces. Scanning the crowd, she found Lucas nowhere in sight.
