“You can stop talking now,” Rocky whispered.

“If I can, then get your ass over here and show me your head is straight and that you’ve let go of this shit so I can f**kin’ do it,” Layne returned.

She put her beer on the counter immediately but she walked to him slowly, she wasn’t working her strut, it was hesitant. She knew she’d pissed him off and she wasn’t sure what she was going to get.

The minute she was in reach, he leaned forward, caught her wrist and yanked her into his body after which his arms wrapped tight around her, caging her to him.

Her hands at his chest, she tipped her head back. “Um…” she started.

He interrupted her. “Don’t be cute, cute’s gonna piss me off.”

“Oh, okay, I won’t be… um… cute,” she whispered uncertainly.

“Roc, you’re bein’ cute,” he warned.

“Oh, well… okay, I’ll stop.” She was still whispering then she pressed her lips together, stared at him with big eyes and her look was incredibly cute.

“Fuck me,” Layne muttered.

“You’re still mad.”

“Baby… uh, yeah.”

Her hand slid up to his neck.

“Don’t be mad, I have my head on straight.”

“You gonna treat me to this shit again?”

“I’ll try not to.”

“That the best you got?”

“Uh…” her teeth worried her lip then she went on, “yes.”

“I’ll take it.”

Rocky blinked. Then she whispered, “You will?”

“Pay attention, sweetcheeks, I’ll take anything from you.”

“Layne –”

Time again to move the f**k on.

“Did you buy the table?”

Her body jerked at his change of subject then she answered, “No.”

“I’m not goin’ to look at it.”

“Okay.”

“You like it, get it.”

“Okay.”

“You let my mother buy a chaise lounge for that front space, you earn a spanking.”

Her body jerked again before it relaxed against him.

“Don’t worry,” she said softly, “I found this big corner sectional. It’s like a couch but it’s shaped in a square. You, me, Jasper and Tripp could all lounge on it and not touch. Not that we would do that, uh… but, uh… Vera and I tried it out. It’s comfy.”

“Get it.”

“Okay,” she whispered then called, “Layne?”

“Yeah?”

She pressed into him and kept whispering. “I’m sorry.”

His temper slid away, Layne dipped his head and touched his mouth to hers, moving only slightly away, he whispered back, “I know you are.”

“I mean about tonight and…” her eyes slid from his to over his shoulder and then he watched her force them back to him and her voice was barely audible when she said, “back then.”

Oh God. Jesus God. That felt good. Jesus, he needed that. He didn’t know it but having it, he knew he needed it.

“I know.” His voice was barely audible too.

“I’ve always loved you.”

“I know.”

“And um… even though I was the one who did it to myself, um… you can ask Merry, I’ve never liked to share.”

Layne stared at his woman a beat that fed into ten.

Then he burst out laughing.

* * * * *

Friday, 11:38 p.m.

“Fuck, baby, come here,” Layne groaned.

She kept working his c**k with her mouth, her hand wrapped around the base, she was on her knees between his legs and he could see they were spread wide and her other hand was working her clit. And he knew she liked it, she was taking herself close because he could feel her moans vibrating against his aching, rock hard cock.

“Rocky, come here,” he growled.

Her head kept moving, up and down, lips, tongue, suction, Jesus.

“Roc –”

Her mouth suddenly released him and he watched her head fly back, her lips parted, face flushed, she’d made herself come. Fucking beautiful.

He reached down, grasped her at her pits, yanked her up his body, rolled her, positioning between the legs she spread for him, he drove into her. Hard. Rough. No control.

“Layne,” she breathed.

“Take me,” he grunted.

“Yes, God, yes.”

“Take me, Rocky.”

“Harder, Layne.”

He f**ked her harder and her heels dug into the backs of his thighs as she lifted her h*ps to meet this.

“It’s gonna happen again,” she moaned.

“Let it.”

“Layne, oh God.” Her back and neck arched, her heels pressed deeper, her body locked but her pu**y contracted around his c**k and a low, deep, long moan slid out of her throat.

Layne’s hand went into her hair, he positioned her head and captured her mouth, absorbing the moan and then trading it for his as he thrust deep, to the root, planting himself in her and exploding.

When he was done, he started his strokes again, these slow, lazy, as his mouth explored her neck and throat. Her hand moved on his back, her other one gliding through his hair, her legs wrapped now around his waist.

He filled her and his lips moved up her neck, his teeth nipping her earlobe before he demanded, “Next time you make yourself come like that, you do it with my c**k inside you.”

“It was inside me,” she whispered.

“I’m talkin’ about an alternate location.”

Her head turned and he felt her lips smile against his neck.

Then she said there, “Okay.”

That was Rocky, his woman, up for anything.

“I need to get cleaned up,” she whispered in his ear.

“No, I’m still hard.”

“Layne –”

“You can get cleaned up when I’m not hard.”

A beat of hesitation, then, “Okay,” and then all four of her limbs got tight around him.

She held him close until he pulled out, rolled and she kept rolling, moving off the bed but she came back, put a knee in the bed by his hip, she leaned into him, touched her mouth to his and whispered, “Love you, baby.”

Before he could respond, she moved away, turned and walked to the bathroom naked.

When he lost sight of her, Layne moved under the covers, settling back, head to the pillows, lifting his hands to his face, he swiped it hard.

Adrian Cosgrove was being held without bail.