Pretty Ever After (Chicago Nights Book 3) Page 9

  Robbie twitches with silent pleasure. His fingers comb through my hair, pushing it back to one side so he can get a good look at me with his cock in my mouth.

  I’ll make him beg for it.

  I part my lips, pursing them as I kiss his navel. Warm breath. Gentle nips. I make eye contact with him as I move my tongue toward him only to pull it back.

  Robbie flexes his jaw. “Now that’s just mean.”

  I grin before pursing my lips along his shaft. His chest rises sharply, pleasure aching from his gaze as I inch my tongue toward the tip.

  “Hey, Robbie,” I say, gently tapping him. “How often do you want to fuck this little mouth?”

  He smirks. “Only every time you open it, baby.”

  I bare my teeth and he flinches.

  I laugh, bringing my tongue out again. He relaxes, his need overwhelming the fear for his balls. I reward him with a lick, tasting him from the base all the way to the dripping tip.

  Robbie groans and I feel it deep inside. It’s urgent and primal, a beautiful need to please and satisfy him. It’s strange to feel this for him again. Honestly, I haven’t felt it this strongly since those first few weeks together back when everything was simple and easy. No baggage. No dumb fights. Just a constant, aching urge to fuck each other silly.

  He sighs with pleasure as he pushes my bangs back. Again, the sound rocks my core. I take him deep into my mouth just to hear it and his entire body twitches with surprise. With my throat relaxed, I take him until his tip presses hard against the back of my throat. I swallow, nearly choking. I’m admittedly out of practice here, but Robbie’s sharp groan of pleasure makes it all worth it.

  “Fucking hell,” he says.

  He bunches up my hair and pulls me up. Saliva wipes along my cheek as he takes hold of me and flips me over onto my back.Robbie forces my knees apart and grabs my hips, pulling me down to align us. He pushes his cock inside. One big thrust and I cry out, his overwhelming girth filling me so perfectly.

  Robbie towers over me and fucks me harder. I reach above my head to brace myself against the headboard, trying to keep myself from pushing too far away from him. It feels too good. He grunts and groans like an animal, his cock pumping in and out.

  Passion takes me and, for the hundredth time tonight, I’m reminded of how hot and satisfying a night with Robbie Wheeler can be.

  My body tightens. “I’m coming,” I breathe. “I—”

  Robbie doesn’t stop. He grabs my torso, thrusting even deeper. I push against the headboard, hearing the sudden crack of something breaking beneath us. A wave of pleasure charges through me and I ignore it, grabbing the nearest pillow and screaming into it as Robbie’s fingers dig even harder into my ribs.

  He thrusts forward one more time and stays there, taking thick, panting breaths as he comes inside of me. My toes curl. My thighs burn. I quiver with satisfaction as I watch the quick twitch at the base of his cock. He pulls out mid-ejaculation, spilling a pump onto my navel and I mewl, happy to be claimed.

  Robbie slowly lies beside me. He spoons me, resting an open palm on the nearest breast and pulling me against him. We kiss. We catch our breaths. We settle into a warm, sticky embrace.

  After a minute, I laugh. “Did we break the bed?” I ask.

  “I think so,” he says.

  “Sorry about that.”

  “No big deal.” He kisses my neck. “It sounded like a screw came lose. I’ll fix it later.”

  “Can I watch?”

  He chuckles, gently nuzzling my ear. “Sure.”

  I turn my head, slowly shifting my body around to face him. Robbie’s hand moves to my cheek, his strong fingers tracing a line along my cheekbones toward my lips.

  “What?” he asks, smiling.

  “Nothing,” I whisper.

  He cups my face and kisses me on the lips. He turns onto his back and I rest my head on his shoulder. His chest rises and falls with mine. His fingers caress my skin. My touch dances along the black tattoos of his arm and I spot the fresh tattoo on his left abs again. Colorful notches counting up to seven…

  Before I can ask, exhaustion settles in. I rest my eyes, briefly opening them now and again to watch the thick snow falling outside the window. The streets are dark and cold, but this bed is not. Robbie’s bed is always warm and exciting, but not always in a good way.

  Let’s hope I remember that in the morning.

  Fourteen

  Robbie

  “Yeah, I figured,” I say into the phone. “Thanks for letting me know, Bill.”

  “Stay warm, Rob,” he says.

  I glance at the closed bedroom doors and smile. “Oh, I’ll try.”

  “See you Monday.”

  “See you then.”

  I hang up and set my cell phone on the counter next to the stove. Bacon sizzles in a skillet while I keep a close eye on the pancakes on the next burner over. Another minute and it’ll be time to crack some eggs. Until then, I’ll just stand here and enjoy the silent bliss for the second time this week.

  I’m making breakfast for Melanie Rose.

  But this time, she’s not passed out after a night of hard drinking.

  She’s passed out after a night of hard fucking.

  I take a deep breath, feeling smug.

  Sweet, silent bliss.

  Three loud knocks echo on the door, breaking my sweet silence.

  Or not.

  I set my spatula down, eager to rush over and stop the pounding before it wakes Melanie up, if it hasn’t already.

  I yank the door open quickly and exhale at Roger’s excited face.

  “Hey!” he says, throwing his hands up. “What a surprise. He’s alive.”

  “Sorry, man,” I say, letting him in. “Something came up last night.”

  “Sorry?” he asks. “Who’s sorry? You ditching me is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me!”

  “Okay…” I head back to the stove, motioning for him to be quieter. “What happened?”

  Roger plops down on the stool across the counter from me. “Well, I ran into Val last night in the hallway. She was knocking on your door, but I guess you’re too good to answer or whatever but we got to talking and long story short—”

  “You banged her?” I ask, sensing where this is going.

  “Like a screen door in a hurricane, my friend.”

  I nod as I crack a few eggs into a bowl. “Well, congrats.”

  “I railed her like a freight train.”

  “I bet you did.”

  “I was so deep inside of her, my cock popped out of her mouth.”

  “That one isn’t physically possible, but okay.”

  He smiles. “We’re seeing each other again this week.”

  “Good. I’m happy for you. Maybe she’ll leave me alone now.”

  “Speaking of, how did you do it?”

  I pour the scrambled eggs in, careful to keep the mixture away from the pancakes before flipping them. “Do what?” I ask.

  “Reject her!” he says. “She’s just so…”

  “Filthy?”

  “Yes!”

  I chuckle. “It’s easy when your heart belongs to someone else.”

  He scoffs in annoyance. “Oh, please.”

  “It’s true, Roger.”

  “Gag me.”

  “You’d only enjoy it.”

  “You’re probably right.”

  The bedroom door opens. Melanie steps out, fully clothed and surprised by the second person in the kitchen with me.

  “Oh, sorry,” she says, slinking back a step. “I wasn’t sure if someone else was here or if it was the TV or…” She pauses, her disheveled hair falling over one shoulder. “Hey, Roger,” she greets with confusion.

  Roger nods. “Hello, Ms. Rose.”

  His head jerks in my direction, his devious eyes full of shock and awe.

  Melanie shuffles forward. “Bathroom on the left, right?” she asks me.

  “Right,” I say. “I mean yes, the door on the
left. That’s… right.”

  “Right,” she says with a nod. “On the left…”

  She hurries out of the room, her feet brushing the floor as she disappears and the bathroom door closes behind her.

  Roger’s jaw drops. “What the fuck?” he asks.

  “What the fuck,” I repeat.

  “She’s why you stood me up and got me laid? How dare you!”

  “She just showed up here last night,” I explain. “I could tell there was something up, so we got to talking and—”

  “Like a screen door in a hurricane?” he interrupts, smirking.

  I ignore it as I give my stiff hand a quick flex. “She remembered everything about the other night.”

  “You mean the one where you didn’t take advantage of her in a drunken, vulnerable state?”

  “That’s the one.”

  “Gasp. Whatever shall you do?”

  “She remembered the part where she came onto me and then she responded by coming onto me again.”

  “Is there a twist to this story?” he asks, bored.

  I lower the heat on the stove. “I don’t know, man. It really seems like she might be coming around.”

  “Well, if you’re not sure if she’s coming, then you’re doing something wrong.”

  I nod. “Walked into that one, didn’t I?”

  He grins, dumb and proud. “Hey, so what are the odds you and I came together last night?” he asks.

  “I refuse to speculate on that.”

  “Damn.” He shakes his head. “We could have been best friends, but you blew it.”

  I sigh. “Is there a reason you’re here?”

  “Just friendship, apparently one-sided. And pancakes.”

  I slap a pancake onto a paper towel and drop it on the counter in front of him. “There. Now beat it. I have to seduce a woman for morning sex.”

  He pouts. “No bacon?”

  I give him two strips and he folds them into the pancake like a taco.

  “Thanks,” he says, taking a bite as he hops toward the door. “I’ll see you Sunday?”

  “Yeah. Assuming the roads clear up.”

  “Why?” he asks, confused. “What’s up with the roads?”

  “We had a major winter storm last night, man.”

  He glances at the windows and chortles. “I didn’t notice. I was too busy nailing your hot neighbor.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  “Oh, you heard? Did you hear about how I bent her over and—”

  “Go home, Rog.”

  “We’ll chat later.” He takes another bite with one hand and uses the other to open the door. “Bye-bye,” he says.

  I raise my spatula, giving him a salute as he disappears outside. As the door closes, I hear the bathroom door open down the hall, followed by the light tapping of Melanie’s bare feet on the floor.

  “You know Roger?” she asks.

  I look at her lingering in the entryway. “Yeah,” I answer. “He’s, uh… a friend. Kind of. He’s my sponsor, actually.”

  “Really?” Her brow furrows. “That guy?”

  “That guy,” I repeat.

  “Aren’t sponsors supposed to, like… have their shit together?” she asks. “I once saw him try to talk Nora into a threesome with him and an everything bagel.”

  I laugh. “He’s wiser than he seems at first.”

  “I’ll take your word for it.” She eyes the skillet as she slides onto the stool by the counter. “You’re making me breakfast again?”

  “Hey, you suck my dick, you get pancakes. House rule.”

  “I didn’t do that last time,” she points out.

  “Hey, you don’t vomit on my jacket, you get toast and eggs. House rule.”

  She bites her smiling cheek. “We probably shouldn’t make these overnight stays a habit…”

  “We could always bang over my lunch hour instead,” I say. “I’ve been known to whip up a mean BLT.”

  “Wow,” she says. “You’re so culinary now.”

  I scoop the scrambled eggs onto the plate next to the pancakes and bacon. “I started getting into it around week three of my sobriety. Needed something to do with my hands. First, breakfast food. Simple, easy, delicious.”

  She playfully licks her lips as I set the plate down in front of her. “I’ll be the judge of that, sir,” she says, grabbing the nearest fork and stabbing her eggs.

  “Then, grilled chicken and steak dinners. Baked goods, though. That’s my favorite. It’s easy to resist the call of whiskey when you’re too stuffed from eating your feelings.”

  “And when did you get the gym membership?”

  “Week four.”

  She covers her mouth as she laughs. “Well, the apron life suits you. This is good.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Is that why you got into construction, too?” she asks. “To keep your hands busy?”

  “Sort of,” I answer. “And it was the only place that would hire me. I got the job through a lady I met in treatment. Her son-in-law owns the company. He took a chance on me.”

  Melanie nods slowly. Her eyes fall to the space between us and I can easily sense the thoughts playing out in her head.

  He took a chance on me… when she didn’t.

  I flick the stove off and move the skillet to an empty burner. “Mel,” I say. “I don’t blame you.”

  She looks up. “Okay,” she says.

  “You gave me every chance before. I didn’t deserve another one. Anyone would have made the same choice.”

  “Rob…” She holds her breath. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”

  “Rehash, I know. But it’s something that I need to say. It’s part of my treatment.”

  “Right. I just mean… maybe we shouldn’t kill the mood.”

  “Kill the mood?” I ask.

  “Well, it’s still kind of bad out there, weather-wise,” she says, looking out the windows as endless white flurries tumble by. “It doesn’t look safe.”

  “Definitely not safe.”

  “I might not get out of here today.”

  “Or tomorrow, even.”

  “Exactly. If that’s okay with you…”

  “It’s very okay with me.”

  “So, maybe we should focus on the good for now and keep the peace while things are…”

  “Good,” I say.

  “Yes. While things are good.”

  I step around the counter. “So, last night was good?” I ask.

  Her lips twitch. “It was… temporary insanity.”

  I laugh. “But still good though, right?”

  “Yes,” she says. “It was very, very good.”

  I stand beside her as her little eyes flick up and her chin rises. She licks her lips as I run my thumb along her cheek. It’s an obvious signal, and I’m in no position to deny her even if I wanted to.

  I lean over to kiss her. Her lips meet mine, warm and splendid.

  “Good morning,” she whispers, our mouths grazing.

  “Good morning,” I say, reaching beneath her to pull her off the stool.

  She moves with me, letting me guide her up onto the counter. She wraps her legs around my waist and my cock instantly tent-poles my slacks. It presses hard between us as Melanie rolls her hips, rubbing it along the inner seam of her pants.

  I bite down as pleasure surges through me. I kiss harder; I squeeze tighter. I might as well be her slave because I want nothing more than to get down on my knees for her right now.

  And I think I will.

  I pull her with me off the counter. Her back slams against the refrigerator and she groans in playful pain as her nails dig even deeper into my back. I growl, taking a tighter hold of her as I easily pull her down onto the floor with me.

  I pin her to the floor. Her hips round again, tempting my cock, but I want to taste her first.

  I move downward, releasing her hands to squeeze her breasts instead. She mewls softly, curling her fingers through my hair as I raise her shirt high enough to draw a
sharp nipple between my teeth. She hisses, pain and pleasure mixing the way I want them to. I draw a wet line with my tongue from one nipple to the next, tasting the peaks and valleys of her cleavage in-between. She moans more in response, her hips rolling to rub herself against me again.

  I go lower.

  I leave a slow trail of kisses down to her navel. I pause just above the zipper to her jeans, peeking up at her as my tongue teases her a little more. Melanie bites her bottom lip, her chest heaving between us. My lips curl. My cock hates me for delaying, but he’ll get everything he wants soon enough.

  I pinch the zipper between my teeth and begin pulling it down. Melanie laughs loudly and slaps my forehead, her playful side showing through. I laugh with her. I kiss her again.

  My Melanie.

  All mine again.

  I pull her jeans down to her ankles, hooking her panties as I go. She lowers her legs back down and parts her knees for me on the floor. I pause above her, sitting back to admire the perfect vixen lying before me. Sharp cheekbones. Bright alabaster skin. Breasts peeking out from beneath her tight shirt. Blood pulsates through me, begging and pleading with me to take her as mine.

  I crush my lips on hers, one last deep kiss before my tongue gets to work. Melanie trembles with anticipation as I kiss down her body again, this time easing her knees over my shoulders as I nibble her inner thighs.

  “Fuck,” she whispers, pleasure dripping from her voice.

  I don’t waste time. I’ve teased us both enough already. I lick her up and down, plowing between her wet lips and massaging her already throbbing clit.

  “Oh, fuck, Robbie.”

  Her fingers curl around my hair. She pulls me in, smothering my willing face in her begging cunt. I push my tongue inside, fucking her as she moans my name. Her thighs shake around my ears. Her toes point hard into my sides. I suck her clit between my lips until her moans become screams, and she begs me to stop.

  I smile, gently kissing her mound as her breathing labors. Each quick flick of my tongue sends a shock through her system. She laughs, glaring at me to stop but not really stop.

  Melanie hums softly, her back arching slightly off the floor. Her tired legs slip off my shoulders. Her touch is light and loving. She caresses my hair and neck as I kiss up her body toward her lips again. She cups my face as I get close and pulls me in the rest of the way. Our tongues dance as Melanie eases off the floor. Her touch is firm and demanding now, purposefully guiding me to sit on the floor with my back against the hard refrigerator.