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This is it. I’m going to die from embarrassment, right here, right now. I should’ve known the boys could hear us, especially when Rosco is being more than thorough when making love to me, but I’ve tried to convince myself they had no clue. It’s just easier to get through my day.

“Let’s go, angel,” Rosco murmurs as he wraps his arm around my waist and presses a kiss to my temple. “You need your rest for tomorrow.”

“Yeah, right,” Rick snorts. “We all kn?—”

“Do not finish that thought,” Rosco interrupts shooting him a glare. “Your ability to fulfill your obligation to attend boot camp in the morning depends on it.” The knowing smirk disappears from his face as he sobers.

“Yes, sir,” Rick replies. “Sorry, Rach,” he murmurs, actually looking chagrined. “I was only teasing, but I know I crossed the line.”

“I forgive you…this time,” I say, teasingly with a smile.

“We’re going out to hang out with some friends,” Rick adds as Rosco leads me from the room. I stop, turning back to the boys.

“Don’t stay up too late. We have to meet the recruiter at six.”

“We haven’t forgotten,” Nick joins in. “We just want to say good-bye to some friends we’ve made here.”

“Okay, be safe. Good-night,” I add.

“We will,” they say simultaneously. “Good-night.”

Rosco’s hand on my lower back urges me toward the stairs. Moments later, we reach our room. Rosco closes and locks the door behind us. Eagerness hits me, knowing what is going to happen. My need for him hasn’t waned, no matter how many times we come together. I’m already wet, and he hasn’t even made a move.

“I’m going to run a bath,” Rosco murmurs from behind me. His lips brush the side of my neck, increasing the dampness of my underwear and goosebumps over my entire body. I miss his warmth the moment he steps toward the bathroom.

I wander into our walk-in closet and begin to undress, anticipation causing to me to hurry. One thing I’ve learned over the last few weeks, being with Rosco has made me bolder than I’ve ever been.

Rosco is kneeling beside the tub, checking the water temperature. He turns to look over his shoulder as I enter the bathroom. A huge smile breaks on my face when I hear his sudden inhale and watch his eyes dilate as they roam over my naked form. “Damn, angel.” Rosco swallows hard as he stands and turns to fully face me.

“What?” I ask innocently, “you said you were going to run a bath. Did I misunderstand and the bath was only for you?”

“No, angel, the bath isn’t just for me.” Rosco’s voice washes over me, and he steps closer. “The bath…is for us.” His sexy smile is all I can focus on, that is until he too begins to undress. He toes his shoes off before pulling his shirt over his head. Any chance of me having a coherent thought is completely gone when he bares all of those amazing muscles and tatted skin.

I watch in fascination as he drops his hands to the button on his jeans. He pops it open, then his hands still. I keep expecting him to drop his zipper and then lose them along with his boxer-briefs, but he doesn’t move.

Lifting my gaze up over the sexy V above his pants, to his abs, and then over the miles of pectorals, I finally meet his gaze. His head tilts, and his smirk deepens. “Like what you see?” I stare into his eyes for several moments, trying to gather my thoughts.

“No.” It takes everything I have to keep a straight face when he frowns in confusion.

“No?”

“Uh, uh,” I say, shaking my head. “You have on way too many clothes. Less is more.”

Rosco’s face is radiant when he realizes that I’m teasing him. He sways his hips seductively, slowly lowering the zipper, never once taking his eyes off mine. With a speed to rival a sloth, he lowers his jeans over his sculpted thighs until they bunch up around his ankles. He steps out of them, and once again, he just stares at me.

“Still too many,” I whisper, my heart is pounding. I can see the entire hard length of him, standing at the ready. The head is peaking out over the waist band, just begging for me to wrap my hand around it.

I watch as his thumbs hook into the waistband on either side. His cock springs free as his boxer-briefs dip below his hips. Pre-cum is dripping from the head. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and my feet move toward him without conscious thought. He is my gravity, my north star.

Before I can drop to my knees to taste him and worship his hard as steel length, he scoops me up into his arms. “I’d love to have your perfect mouth on me, but as badly as I need you, it would all be over in seconds,” Rosco husks in my ear whilestepping into the warm bath water. “I want to fuck you first. You can suck me while I feast on you.”

His dirty talk has me dripping wet, but you’d never know once he lowers us into the massive tub. It takes a little fenagling, but he gets me spread out over his lap. He kisses me slow and sweet, like we have all the time in the world to just be here in this moment. And I suppose we do, for now anyway.

My body shivers from the glide of his damp fingers over my bare back, then my neck for him to fist my hair in both hands. He angles my head to the side, deepening the kiss and leaving me breathless. “I need you,” I whisper against his lips between kisses. His hands leave my hair, sliding to my hips. With his assistance, I lift up and reach between us to position his cock at my entrance.

“Angel!” Rosco cries out when I slam myself down onto his girth. He fills me completely, stretching and pushing my limits, but the discomfort is brief and so worth it. “I love you, Rachel, with all my heart and soul.”

“I love you, too,” I answer on a sigh, falling forward to lay my head on his chest. I could stay right here for the rest of my life and be content. This man, who had been so reluctant to admit he had feelings for me, that felt he was undeserving of love, has become my everything. I want to remember this moment for eternity.

His cock twitches inside, causing me to sit up in an effort to look at him. “This feels great, baby, but I don’t think you’re going to come just sitting on my dick.” His hands grip my hips lifting me up until just the tip remains inside. Then, he eases me down.

“Yes,” I purr and arch my back when he bottoms out inside me. “So good.”

“Fuck, yeah it is,” Rosco growls while moving me slowly up and down his length. “I never want this to end, angel. It’s you and me for all time.”

“Yes, baby,” I agree, breathlessly. “Through this life and into the next.”