Chasing Rhodes (Rock Falls #1) (7 page)

“What?” I snap. “What’s the big deal if I don’t remember last weekend? I’m not the one who took advantage of some wasted girl at the bar. That was you. So why don’t you direct your judgment inward, asshole.”

I’ve really lost it now. My temper’s flaring, and I just want to kick him in the shins. Stupid sexy asshole. That’s what I get for deciding to try this whole ‘fly by the seat of your pants’ lifestyle. Stupid, Hannah. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I’m still giving myself another mental ass-kicking when I notice him smiling at me. “What the hell are you smiling at me for? You can take that sexy grin and go straight to hell with it, Hunnam.”

His smile only gets bigger, and I’m almost about to find something to throw at him when he finally speaks. “You think we had sex last Saturday?”

“Well, duh. I woke up sans clothing with a naked”—I wave my arms in his direction—“you. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put two and two together. Listen, we don’t have to make this weird. I’m just going to get my things and go. I’m not good at this whole ‘thanks for the shag’ thing. I’ve never done it before. Let’s just stop with the sarcasm, okay?” I’m still frantically tearing apart his room, butt naked, when he comes up behind me, lifts me over his shoulder fireman style, and drops me on the bed. “What the fuck!”

“Calm down, sweetheart.”
Calm down my ass. I’m not one for being manhandled... Okay, well, maybe I liked it when it was foreplay, but right now, it’s just grinding my gears.
“Stop. I can see your wheels turning. I will hold you down if I have to, Hannah. Calm down.”

I sit up in a huff and cross my arms, trying to cover my breasts. I’m suddenly aware that I am very, very naked still. I snottily raise my eyebrows and wait for him to get whatever ‘morning after’ speech he’s about to make over with.

“I feel like there’s been a very serious misunderstanding here, sweetheart.” He smirks at me again.
Jackass.
“We absolutely did not sleep together last Saturday.”

I imagine the look on my face in this moment would be rather priceless. If I weren’t so stunned, I’m sure I would find it hilarious. “I’m sorry. What did you just say?”

“We. Did. Not. Sleep. Together. Last. Weekend,” he says. “You were wasted at the bar, your friends were long gone, and I was not about to let some dickwad take you home, so I did. We got here. You stripped off all your clothes and climbed into bed. End of story.”

I threw the pillow at this head. “Do you think maybe you could have told me that before I acted like an absolute lunatic in your bedroom? Good God. This is so embarrassing.” I groan and do a face-plant into my hands.

“You’re pretty cute when you’re pissed.” He comes over to me, pulls my hands away from my face, and kisses both of my palms before pushing me down and lying on top of me. I’m still reeling when he tickles my sides and I screech. “Don’t think I missed the part where you called me Hunnam, sweetheart. We’re going to talk about that later.” He kisses under my ear and tickles me again.

I’m thrashing around underneath him, trying to get away from his torturing.
I am the most ticklish person in the world.
“Don’t think I forgot that you still climbed into bed naked with me last weekend,” I pant, freeing my hands long enough to pinch his sides.

“Hey, now. It’s my bed. I can sleep naked if I want.”

“Mhmm.” I poke him again. “Ever the gentleman, Mr. Holt,” I tease.

We spend the rest of Saturday in bed. Talking in bed. Reading in bed. Eating in bed. And, of course, having some of the hottest sex of my life in bed. Before I know it, it’s nearly seven o’clock at night.

“I think I should probably go home,” I mention sadly. He’s lying with his head in my lap while I absentmindedly rub my fingers over his buzzed head.

He rolls over onto his back so he’s looking up at me. “Stay the night.”

“Again? I don’t have any clothes here and I need to shower.” I’m putting up a weak fight, because when push comes to shove, I really would rather stay the night with him in all of his naked glory than go home to an empty bed.

“The plans I have for you don’t include clothes, sweetheart.” He smirks, and I roll my eyes.

“You’re insatiable.”

“And you love it,” he quips back.

I make no point to correct him.
It’s true. I do love it. He’s a sex god, one hundred percent, and if I had to guess, I’d say I was quickly becoming addicted to him.

His expression turns soft and he sits up to place a gentle kiss on my lips before resting his forehead against mine. “Stay.”

I answer quickly. “Okay.”
So sue me. Would you say no? If any of you said yes, you’d best be looking down to check if your pants are on fire, because I’m calling Liar! Liar!

He’s wearing a triumphant smile as he climbs off the bed.

“Where are you going?” I question, instantly missing his warmth. I’ve no sooner asked the question before he grabs my ankles, hauling me across the bed. “What the—” is all I get out before I’m tossed over his shoulder in nothing but my birthday suit for the second time in less than twelve hours.

“I do believe someone wished for a shower.” He smacks my ass hard, and a pool of heat settles between my thighs. “And I’m in the mood to grant a wish or two.”

He carries me down the hall towards the bathroom, setting me down in front of the large walk-in glass shower. After turning the water on, he tests to make sure it’s warm before reaching out for my hand and pulling me under the warm spray. He’s standing behind me, lathering soap up in his hands, before he starts to massage my shoulders. It takes almost everything I have to remain upright because it feels fucking amazing.

My body is sore all over from almost an entire day of nonstop sex—
let it be known for the record that I’m not complaining
—and I’m exhausted from a week of getting hardly any sleep. He slips his hands to the front of my body and begins to knead my heavy breasts. I let out another moan as my head falls back to rest on his shoulder, feeling his hard cock pressing into my backside. His firm hands are still languidly massaging and washing my tits and it’s causing my pussy to clench with want. I need something to take the edge off. I slide my right hand down across my stomach and start to massage my clit.

“Yesss,” I hiss out as I can feel my pleasure building.

He moves his hand to cover mine, and he pushes two of my fingers inside me, pumping them in and out. His other hand is teasing my sensitive nub, and I can feel my walls tightening around my fingers.

“It’s fucking hot watching you touch yourself,” he says gruffly into my ear, his voice laden with lust as his hand continues to set the pace to my fingers driving in and out of me. He stops suddenly, spinning me around and pressing my body against the wall. “I want you to come with my fingers inside you. With my mouth on that pretty pussy.” He drops to his knees, lifting one of my legs and draping it over his shoulder.

I can feel his fingers slide through my folds, spreading them apart as he licks his way up my wet pussy
. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything this hot in my entire life. Ever. If I died right now, I could die happy
. His blond head is between my thighs, feasting like I’m a five-course meal, and the water is rolling down the muscular planes of his back. He looks up at me, biting down on my clit at the same time that he pushes a finger inside me. It’s all too much, the heat of his stare and the combined sensations. My release hits me hard, and I scream his name, covering his beautiful face in my come.

He stands up, licking his lips, and I am mesmerized while watching him stroke his impressive length.
Fuck, I want him.
He spins me around so my back is to him once again and teases my entrance, placing the tip of his thick cock at my entrance and moving it in slow circles. I push my ass back towards him, desperately wanting him inside me.

“Put your hands on the wall in front of you, Hannah,” he demands, and I do as I’m told. He’s still teasing me, dragging his cock along my folds and rubbing it around my entrance. “I was just checked, Hannah and I’m clean. Are you on birth control, sweetheart? I want to fuck you bare.”

“Yes!” I answer quickly. I have been since I was sixteen. He’s still teasing me. “Please,” I whimper. I don’t know why he does this to me, makes me beg. “Please fuck me, Greyson. Hard.” I shove my ass towards him again, and that must be his undoing, because he slams into me, bottoming out in my tight pussy. “Oh God! Yes!” I scream, and he continues fucking me with almost brutal force. I can hear his balls slapping my ass as he thrusts in and out, his hands roughly gripping my hips.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart. So fucking tight,” he groans, and I clench my inner walls against him. This position, with me bent at the waist, allows him to go so deep, slamming into my g-spot every time he drives himself inside. I look back at him over my shoulder and the sight of him has my second orgasm barreling out of me. He’s soaking wet, water dripping from his hair, and his eyes are locked on where our bodies are joined. He’s watching us fuck and I can’t handle it. I clench down on him again and we both cry out our release at the same time.

After our shower, I text the girls that I will be gone again tonight and turn off my phone. My nosey little parkers would have questions, but I will deal with them tomorrow. We sit on his living room floor eating Chinese food. I’m wearing nothing but his old T-shirt and he’s wearing low hung plaid pajama pants that shows off that sexy-as-sin V.
It is probably one of the best dinners I’ve had.
We decide to have a
Lethal Weapon
marathon and I am thrilled to see that he shares my love of action movies. Or he is humoring me, but either works. I fall asleep sometime near the end of the second movie, my head on his chest, which is quickly becoming one of my favorite places in the world, lying on top of his lion heart.

My last thought before sleep is that this man likely has the power to break me, and I’m not sure that I care. Not one bit.

“
G
OOD MORNING, SWEETHEART.
” My eyes open slowly to the sound of his deep voice. “Or, I guess, good afternoon, actually.” He chuckles.

I smile and tell him good morning, taking the time to absorb all the glory that is Greyson Holt in the morning. He is absolutely delicious. I wasn’t sure it was possible for him to look more handsome than he did the day I met him, but Lord, was I ever wrong. He’s sporting more scruff than usual, likely from going two days without shaving, his bare chest is still wet from a shower and he looks happy. A happiness that reaches his stunning pale-blue eyes.

“What time is it?” I ask. Closing my eyes and reaching to stretch my arms above my head. I don’t hear him answer, so I open my eyes to make sure he’s still in the room.

He hasn’t moved. He’s still sitting on the edge of the bed, and I follow his gaze. The sheet covering my chest slid down while I was stretching, and he looks starved. I grab the sheet quickly and swat him with my other hand. “No way, Jose! I have to go home today. You can’t keep me here as your little sex slave any longer,” I tease.

He tugs at the sheet and leans down to nip at my lower lip. “I bet I could make you stay.”