Page 118 of Rogue Mission

In my home.

Our home.

God, I can’t wait to take her there. Have her there. Just like this.

Blind with lust, I climb up her body, finding the scorching hot seam of her pussy.

“That’s it baby, you’ve got me close. Not going to last long after that. So hot.”

I sink in slow with a groan, tangling my fingers with hers where they’re bound against her low back.

When I drag my gaze to her face, my chest constricts hard.

She’s smiling. Eyes closed. Breathing even. In the zone.

And me? I’m never going to recover.

With a shudder, I sink all the way in. My spine snaps tight, my head drops, and I soak her cervix with enough come to impregnate her a thousand times over.

“Ah. Ah.Yes!”I shout.

For the first time in my life, I send my swimmers off with a prayer.

Godspeed, boys.

I want a family with Rosalie. I want it all. Every messy, beautiful thing.

Time seems to stand still as I untie Rosalie and kiss at least a thousand places on her body, and curl her into my arms.

Sleep sneaks up on me. But I slam awake when Walton shouts my name. “Justice! Get your horny ass down here. With clothes this time!”

FORTY-TWO

There’s zero percent chance of avoiding going downstairs.

Unless I jump out the window.

Tempting.

Taking a big breath, I force myself into the hallway. Male voices drift up from below.

Justice’s low rumble is a thread in my DNA now. So I catalog his side of the conversation.

Walton is next. His raspy, half-sarcastic tone. But the last... is the mystery. It’s clipped, hard, and maybe western?

I don’t know accents. But I know when someone is mad.

This guy is angry.

The last stair creaks underfoot, and all heads swivel toward me. Including one that belongs to a tall, lean, hard man withforearms covered in tattoos, peeking below the folded sleeves of his flannel shirt.

“Sorry for interrupting,” I say, hoping my cheeks aren’t actually glowing like some red phosphorescent biomatter.

Everyone within miles heard me orgasming. There’s no way they didn’t. And that’s not even including the bed breaking.

Oh lordy.

Justice’s eyes warm, then he turns cold in a flash. A dangerous clench to his entire face.