Moving On (Cape Falls) (9 page)

Rose flinched at the anger.

“Last night, Brad, Tyler, and Adam—you all know their last names. You’ve seen them together a number of times. They took Kelly Lighthouse and proceeded to gang-rape her.”

Rose
listened to his words, flinching as he detailed what had happened to Kelly. He went into graphic detail about what happened to her.

Biting her lip,
Rose stared up at the stage then all around her. Not a soul in the room was without a tear. This was the harsh reality of what happened.

“They didn’t think Kelly would have a voice because of the way
this
fucking town works. It ends now. I was going to leave. I was going to take my wife and children and leave this place because you’re all a waste of my time. No, that’s not going to happen. This ends now, today. You will leave this room, and you will think about that young woman who has been violated. You will leave this town knowing that every single one of you had a part to play in her crime.”

Gabriel stormed off the stage not giving anyone
a chance to argue.

The crowd didn’t erupt in argument. Slowly, the crowd disappeared leaving the few outcasts remaining.

“I can’t believe it has taken something like this to get through to them,” Paul Steer said.

Everyone agreed.

Rose glanced down at where her hand was locked with Peter’s. Both of their hands were locked tight.

Chapter Ten

Peter took Rose home. He didn’t want her waiting around any longer than she had to. After he’d spoken with Dean they’d left.
She was silent as he pulled into the driveway. He cut the engine off and climbed out. Walking around the car he helped her out.

“I didn’t see my parents. Do you think they even know what’s going on?”
Rose asked.

“I think they do.”

He helped her into the house, taking her straight to the sitting room. Peter didn’t see the use of tea or coffee. Pouring a scotch for both of them, he handed her a glass before taking a seat next to her.

“Do you really think Gabriel’s speech will help?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Peter gave her his undivided attention.

“I think the town is in shock. Cape Falls has never had to live through something like this. Everything is always brushed aside as if it doesn’t matter. I hope it changes things,” Peter said.

“What was it like for you and Laura when you left?” Rose asked.

He watched her
toe off her shoes and settle her feet underneath her body.

“
They cut us off. Her family refused to talk to her, and she was pregnant with Dean’s baby. I was the one who told Dean to walk away. I thought he was too old for her and he’d only make her miserable.” Peter laughed, recalling their conversation. “I then searched him out and begged him to return. At least, I think I begged him.”

“You had two opportunities to get Laura
, and you didn’t take either of them.”

Peter smiled. “Laura was never supposed to be my girl. I see that now. I was supposed to wait.”

“What were you supposed to wait for?” Rose asked.

He reached over, twirling a strand of her blonde hair between his fingers. “I was supposed to wait for a beautiful,
blonde-haired, blue-eyed vixen who keeps me on my toes. You, Rose, I was supposed to wait for you.”

Peter couldn’t hold back any longer. Leaning down he brushed her lips with his.
The first touch was like electric on his lips. He didn’t want it to stop.

“You’re a charmer,” Rose said.

“Always.” He leaned back, giving her enough breathing room. “Then the Steer brothers showed their love for Anna, and the town just went crazy. I think in the last few years it has gotten worse.” He shook his head, thinking about all the things he’d witnessed in the last few years. “Amy with her abusive husband, the town took his side. I never understood that. After Laura, Anna, Amy, and even Daisy, I lost all interest in the town. I didn’t want to be part of something that hit back at the victims.”

Peter took her hand, holding her close.

“I grew apart from the town, and my friends opened my mind up to everything else.”

“Do you feel that if you hadn’t supported Laura, you’d be like them?” Rose asked, getting it right.

“I don’t want to think about what I would have been. I know I wouldn’t be the guy I am today, and for that, I’m thankful.”

Her smile grew wide.

“What?” he asked.

“Don’t freak out, okay?”

He frowned, wondering what she could say that would make him freak out.

“
I think I’m a bit in love with you right now,” she said.

Peter’s world stopped. Her smile captured him
, but her words made him feel like a superhero.

“I think I’m a bit in love with you
, too,” he said.

Her smile brightened. He didn’t know how it was possible for her smile to get better
, but it did.

She took another swig from her glass. “Peter Miller, will you do me a favour and turn this day into a better one?”

He took her glass from her, placing it on the counter. Peter took her hand in his, leading her upstairs without speaking a word.

She followed him without fighting. Opening his door, he flicked the light on in his bedroom. Peter wanted to be able to see her, and he wouldn’t be able to do that without the added light.

Taking her in his arms, Peter pushed the jacket from her shoulder
s. She didn’t fight him, grabbing his shirt and tugging it over his head.

Groaning, he wrapped her hair around his fist, slamming his lips down on hers.

Their moans mingled, and her nails scored the flesh of his abdomen. Breaking away from the kiss he stared down into her eyes.

“Take your jeans off,” he said.

Her hands fumbled with the button of her jeans. She flicked it open and started to remove her jeans and pants.

“Slowly. I want to see your body revealed to me slowly,” he said.

She followed his instructions, peeling the jeans from her body slowly. All the time he kept his grip firm in her hair.

“Unbutton your shirt,” he said.

He saw her hands were shaking, but he didn’t help her. Peter watched her remove the shirt slowly. Licking his lips, he flicked the strap of her bra off her shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful. Every time I see you, you’re more beautiful than the last.”

“Charmer,” she said. Her cheeks were flushed.

“It’s the truth.”

Reaching around her back, he flicked the clasp of her bra, years of experience making it easier for him.

“That’s not fair. Even I can’t do it that quickly,” she said, pouting.

“Years of practice. I’ve got nine years on you, baby. I was a determined man even in my youth.”

“You’re still young.”

He smiled. The years were catching up with him, but he knew he wasn’t old yet.

“And I’ll keep you on your toes, baby.” Peter cupped her face, bringing her face up close to his.

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes
, and I keep my promises.” He touched her lips with his, consuming her with his kiss. She moaned, her hands going around his neck. He continued to grip her hair as he deepened the kiss. Her naked body pressed against his. All that remained on him was his trousers.

“
Remove my pants,” he said, kissing down her neck.

She fell to her knees before him. Peter growled, looking down at her. Her hands fumbled with his jeans.
After several attempts she finally got them down around his ankles. Peter watched her, charmed by her attempts. He’d taken her virginity, and yet she still had a lot to learn.

Her next actions caused him to stop. Her fingers wrapped around his hard erection, squeezing him tight.

Rose gazed up at him. “May I?” she asked.

Curious to see what she would do, Peter nodded.

****

Peter’s gaze was on her
, and Rose wanted to impress him. She’d not really seen much in the way of giving a guy pleasure, but from the look of the hard shaft it was self-explanatory.

Opening her lips, she took the tip of him inside. His taste erupted on her tongue, startling her. Pulling away, she looked down at his hard shaft wondering if she’d done something wrong.

When he didn’t make a comment, she licked the tip of him again, slowly. A jewel of cum seeped out of the tip. He tasted salty. The taste wasn’t entirely repulsive, and Rose wanted to please him.

“Tell me what to do?” she asked, cupping his hard shaft.

Peter took her hand in his, wrapped her fingers around the root of his shaft. He applied some pressure and then eased off. “Don’t hold me too tight. I don’t like to feel like I’m being tortured,” he said.

She nodded, looking at how he’d gotten her fingers.

“Open your lips.”

Rose did as he asked.

“Take the tip of me inside and continue down, sucking me into your mouth until you hit your hand.”

She did as he instructed. He went to the back of her throat. Her hand stopped her from taking more of him than she needed to. Looking up at him, she saw his eyes were shut with his head facing down.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?”

“No.”

“I’m finding it hard to control myself. Your mouth shouldn’t feel so good. I feel like I’m going to explode any minute.”

“Is that bad?”

“It is to me. I like to
give my women plenty of pleasure before I come. This is your first time with a cock in your mouth. I don’t want to flood you with cum.” He stroked her cheek.

“Are you in control now?” she asked, teasing the shaft.

“Barely.”

She sat back on her knees. He’d not let go of her hair. Letting out a sigh, she gazed down at the floor.

“That’s not helping either, Rose. You look like a true submissive,” he said.

“What do you mean?” She quickly glanced up at him.

“If you opened your thighs more and tilted your head back down, you’d look like the perfect submissive.”

Feeling a little wicked, Rose did what he said. She heard him gasp. Before she could say another word, Peter grabbed her in his arms and hauled her onto the bed. He finally let go
of her hair as he crushed her against him.

“You’re going to test me at every turn, aren’t you?”

“I want to give you everything, Peter.” She took his hands, laying a kiss to his palms.

“Everything?” he asked.

She nodded. The hungry look in his eyes made it hard for her to speak.

“I’m going to hold you to that, baby. For now, I need to be inside you.”

He didn’t move from the edge of the bed. Peter opened her thighs, and in the next breath he was inside her. Rose groaned as his hard cock filled her.

“Fuck, I forgot the condom. I can’t stop. Shit.”

Peter pulled out of her only to slam back inside. Rose held on, loving the feel of his cock pushing inside her. He stretched her inner walls, consuming her with a passion she didn’t even know she possessed.

“Please, Peter.”

“Fuck.” He pulled out of her abruptly, going to the drawer where he kept the condoms. She was on fire. His hands were shaking as he placed the condom over his cock.

“I can’
t do this.”

Moving to his side, Rose took the condom from his fingers and did her best. He talked her through putting the latex on. She was starting to understand why plenty of women went on the pill. The condoms were a bloody pain.

He didn’t waste any time, lifting her off her feet. Peter was inside her before she’d hit the bed. They both groaned as he seated himself to the hilt inside her. “You feel so fucking tight.”

“Which one is the real Peter?” she asked, moaning as he pulled out of her until only the tip of him remained and then slammed deep, taking her by surprise as the pleasure mixed with a little pain.

“Huh?”

“This crude speaking one
.” She cried out as his lips were on her breasts. “Or the tame, kind one.”

“They’re both me, baby. You’ll get both
, and in time, if you want to, you’ll get the Dom in me as well.”

Peter moved her up the bed until she was laid amongst the pillows. When he was satisfied with her position, Peter gripped the poles of the head board behind her.

She watched his tattooed chest and muscles tighten as he pulled out of her body only to pound back inside. Rose gasped, reaching for the head board behind her. She gripped the hard wood for something to hold on to. There was nowhere else for her to go. She needed to hold on. Something had taken control of Peter, and he was showing her another side to him.

Rose wasn’t scared. He excited her no matter what he did.

“So … fuck … ing … beautiful … and … all … mine.” He spoke each word after each thrust of his hips.

The pleasure intensified. Peter was hitting a point inside her that combined with pleasure and pain. She didn’t know whether to scream for him to get off or thrust up to meet him.
The two points mingled together.

She liked the slight pain a little too much. Keeping hold of the head board, she gave herself to Peter. He fucked her hard
, taking what he wanted and in turn giving her so much pleasure.

He was relentless in his thrusts. Peter drew out her need until he pushed her over the edge twice. She never thought it was possible to have two orgasms
, one right after the other. Peter made her body his own personal instrument.

When he was satisfied with her response to him, Peter finally growled out his release. She held him through the pleasure.

Peter had done what she’d asked and taken her away from the horrid memories of the day. Rose came down from her high, and it all came flooding back.

“We can’t escape this, can we?” Rose asked.

“No.”

His honesty hurt
, but she was thankful for it. Still, there were times honesty was overrated.