Page 46 of Triple the Secrets
“Fine, fine,” Wren sighed and rolled her eyes. “Listen, you might like Scarlett and the sex, but we’re not going anywhere, so you have to get used to us. We’re a package deal.”
“I need a damn refund for two of the items,” he growled.
“Sorry, no returns or exchanges,” Win said cheerfully.
Scarlett chuckled. “Alright, girls, hurry up and eat so we can get started cleaning and Rogue can head to do whatever he needs to do with the club.”
By the time they finished their breakfast, Rogue was getting ready to leave. She walked him outside, shutting the door behind her. She barely had it closed before he had her pinned against it, his mouth on hers. She let out a cry of surprise, and then a soft moan as his tongue thrust inside her mouth.
The kiss was hot, and over far too soon. There was no missing his erection pressed tight against her, and she couldn’t resist rubbing against him in response. “Fuck,” he hissed, pulling his mouth away. “You keep teasing me and I’m going to take you back inside and fuck you hard.”
“Can’t,” she gasped out. “Girls are home.”
“I’ll send their asses on a scavenger hunt,” he muttered.
She chuckled softly. “Unless it involves clothes or money, they won’t go for it. Besides, you need to go. We can pick this up later.”
“You bet your ass we will,” he said, eyes dark on hers. The heat in them had her belly quivering, and her clit throbbing. “And then I’m going to spank this ass for teasing me all damn night and this morning.” She shuddered. “That excite you, Scarlett?” he purred in her ear, leaning down to nip at the lobe.
The slight sting of pain had her arousal spiking. “Yes,” she whispered, grinding her hips against him.
“I bet you’re soaked right now,” he murmured seductively. “If I put my hands on that sweet pussy right now, would it be dripping for me? So nice and wet that I could slide right home?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Damn it, Rogue, now I’m going to be horny all damn day.”
“Good,” he chuckled, giving her one last hard kiss. “And don’t even think of touching yourself to take the edge off, Scarlett, or I’ll make sure you don’t cum all night. I’ll take you to the edge repeatedly; until you’re sobbing and crazed with need. Got it?”
“Yes,” she hissed out. The idea was hot, but she doubted she would survive.
“Good girl,” he praised, making her melt like butter against him. He pulled away and gave her one more heated look before he went down the steps and to the driveway to climb onto his bike. She didn’t move until he had driven down the street, out of view.
She turned and headed inside, stopping when both girls stood there, smirks on their faces, and arms crossed over their chests. “Can I help you?” Scarlett asked, eyeing them.
“Just wondering if we should, you know, make ourselves scarce tonight,” Win teased.
Scarlett rolled her eyes. “No. Now let’s get this place cleaned up so I can relax.”
“Yeah, about that,” Wren said with a pleasant smile. “We were wondering if you could take us to the mall today? We need new swimsuits.”
Scarlett groaned. “Seriously? Why? We just got you new swimsuits a month ago.”
“Because they’re two pieces and we want one piece swimsuits,” Win explained.
“Plus the mall is having a sale on summer stuff, so it’s a perfect time to get them,” Wren added with a wide grin.
Scarlett sighed. She knew she would end up going. “Fine. But we need to clean this place up first. That includes the bathroom,” she added with a hard look at each of them.
“Not it!” Wren yelled, making Win scowl.
“Fine,” Win muttered. “But just for that, I get to pick out my swimsuit first. I don’t need you copying me.”
Scarlett rolled her eyes and headed for the stairs. It was an old argument, and a bit of an inside joke since they normally dressed alike. “I don’t care who does what. I’m going up to get changed and clean my room. I’ll be down to help in the kitchen after.”
When she entered her room, she stared at the bed for a moment. How had her life changed so much overnight? She had somehow managed to go from having a stalker to a boyfriend or whatever he was overnight. She had to be crazy. Who agreed to a relationship with their stalker? Hell, who let their stalker sleep in their bed and hold them all night?
He’s not a stalker, her brain scolded.
Okay, yeah, she needed to get that idea out of her head. Still, it was kind of hot to know that Rogue had been watching her at night, maybe wondering what she had been doing in her bed, alone.
