Page 36 of Love At First Fright

“You could come see mine. I have a little greenhouse and a vegetable and herb garden, too. Back when Hank was alive, he used to steal all the carrots.”

“Is Hank the dog you had before Fig?”

He nodded, feeling the claws of grief reaching for him. “I don’t talk about him much. Hank died about a year ago now.”

Rosemary touched his arm lightly. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want.”

“No, it’s okay, I want to tell you.” He felt safe here, with her, safe enough to fall back into the memory.

“We were out on a late-night walk while I was staying in a hotel for a shoot. I guess I thought that walking that late would mean that there were no paparazzi, but they were waiting; they must have known the hotel was full of cast members. I turned down a street, and they started snapping photos. I—I freaked out, it surprised me. I dropped Hank’s lead.

And he freaked out, too, the flashes were so bright, and they were so fucking loud, and he ran into the road.

” Ellis stuttered a breath. “I should have been holding his lead. If I’d kept my cool, kept my shit together, then I would never have let go and he wouldn’t have been hit by that car. ”

He rubbed furiously at his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Ellis, I’m so sorry.”

“He was only five. He was such a good boy.”

“I believe it.”

“He would still be around if it weren’t for me.”

Rosemary pulled him close to her, stopping them in the middle of the path.

“You shouldn’t feel guilty. You had a very normal reaction to a shock, and it was a horrible accident.”

“That’s kind of you, but I know I messed up. Hank would still be here if it weren’t for my mistake. Hell, he’d probably have blamed me if he knew how.”

“I think the animals we love always love us back unconditionally. Forever.” Rosemary was looking down at his feet, a soft smile on her face.

“You really believe that?”

She met his gaze. “I do.”

Just then, Rosemary crouched down and picked up a smooth, flat stone with a hole that went straight through it.

“Huh.” She held it up to her eye.

“Don’t tell me you have a secret rock collection, too?” He smirked.

“No, I’ve just been looking for one like this. It feels…rather serendipitous.”

It was starting to feel easier, talking about Hank. Or maybe it was just that baring himself to Rosemary was easy. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. They continued walking up to the crest of the hill, taking in the sweeping views.

Minutes passed as Ellis contemplated what he wanted to tell Rosemary. He inhaled deeply. “You could come and stay with me for the rest of the shoot, if you like.”

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely. Don’t go back to whatever hotel production has booked. Come stay with me, do what you want to do in London, I’ll drive you to the set, all of it. I just have one house rule.”

“What’s that?”

“I get to make you come every morning and every evening until you have to go home.” Ellis grinned.

He tipped a finger under Rosemary’s chin to raise her face to his, and kissed her.

He’d never tire of that first feel of her lips on his.

Every kiss felt like the first time. Every touch felt new.

They backed up against a large moss-topped boulder.

“Christ, Rosemary,” he muttered, as she lightly scratched the nape of his neck with her nails, sending shivers through him. “I’m already so fucking hard.”

“Can I do it now? Can I suck your cock?” she whispered, nipping his lower lip with her teeth. “I’ve been so good.”

“You think you’ve earned it, love?”

“Mm-hmm.” She ran her hands down his chest, down to the fly of his jeans, but waited patiently for his command. Ellis looked around, he couldn’t see anyone, and there were no other houses or buildings nearby where someone could be watching from a window.

“On your knees,” he said, and she did as she was told.

“Fuck, look at you. Touch your tits for me, love. Thank god you didn’t put on a bra.”

It took all his willpower not to start palming his cock as he watched Rosemary tentatively lift her top up, baring her breasts. It was cold enough that her nipples were already hard and pert, but she moaned as she cupped them in her hands.

“One day soon I’m going to make you come just from sucking on those,” he said.

“Promise?” She looked up at him, her pupils blown wide.

“Promise. Now take out my cock, Rosemary.”

She took him out, rubbing her thumb around the pre-come that had gathered at his tip. He was so fucking ready; he’d been ready for days. He’d been ready since he’d painted her chest with his orgasm two days before.

He leant back against the boulder, stilling his breath. Even the slightest touch from her had him ready to burst. He hadn’t felt like this since he was a teenager.

“Open your mouth,” Ellis growled. “Show me your tongue.”

Rosemary opened obediently, her beautiful, full red lips ready for him.

“One lick, Rosemary,” he said, pushing his cock into the warmth of her open mouth. She sucked him once, just as he’d told her to do, her lips smacking with a pop.

“Good girl. Can you take it again?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

“You want me to fuck that pretty throat of yours? You want to show me how well you can take it?”

She nodded, but couldn’t speak, as Ellis pushed his cock back into her desperate mouth.

“Go on, love,” he commanded. Rosemary sucked him, lapping with her tongue at the tip, her cheeks hollowing out.

The sensation was unreal; she knew everything he needed from her.

With her free hand, she cupped his balls, squeezing them at the base.

“You’re doing so well,” Ellis groaned, trying to keep some control in his voice. He wouldn’t have it for much longer. He caressed her head with his hand, holding her in place around his cock. “Tap my leg if it gets too much.”

She nodded, her eyes beginning to water from the size of him. The sight of her auburn head bobbing around him, the pink of her tongue as she circled the tip of his cock, felt too damn good.

And then Rosemary pulled back, and looked at him.

“You can be rougher,” she said softly, as if her words weren’t breaking his entire world apart.

Ellis lost all semblance of control. He fucked her mouth, deep into her throat, just as he’d been dreaming about doing.

She took him perfectly, the vibration of her whimpers getting him even closer to the edge.

“Fuck, fuck, Rosemary. So good. So good for me. Gonna come, sweetheart,” he hissed, and felt the orgasm explode through his core.

But Rosemary didn’t stop, she kept sucking, drinking down his come.

Even as the remnants of the orgasm ebbed, Rosemary continued, cleaning his cock with her mouth. It was beyond heavenly.

Ellis pulled her up into his arms and kissed her, loving the erotic taste of his own come in her mouth, glistening on her lips.

“You did so good, love,” he said, holding her close, praising her. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Rosemary.” He tugged her top down, rubbing a thumb over her nipple as he did so.

“Cottage,” she whispered in his ear. Ellis was more than ready. He scooped her into his arms, calling Fig after him, and headed back to the cottage, just as the rain began to fall.