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  I just chuckled. Her groans had gone a pitch higher, either in surprise or fear, but I had no intention of letting her go, not now. This was a good way to get distracted and to forget my fears. I needed to relax more than anything, and wouldn’t this be the best way? I’d only fucked her once, and I felt so damn mellow. But I just wanted to do it again.

  I walked us back to my bedroom. I wanted to kiss her some more, but I had to see where I was going. And Claire was a bit heavy, especially when I could feel my pants slipping lower with every step, and I couldn’t take a hand off her to hold it up. But the trip wasn’t that long, and I hadn't closed my bedroom door when I left it.

  Inside, I walked her over to the bed and dumped her onto it as gently as I could. She stared up at me as I undid the buttons of my shirt.

  “Clothes, off,” I said, my eyes attracted to her chest.

  Her shirt hadn't slipped down completely over her breasts; I could still clearly see her hard nipples, a nice, dusky pink from me playing with them earlier.

  Claire didn’t move as fast as I wanted, and I kneeled on the edge of the bed, bending my body over hers to press a kiss to one nipple, then lightly suck it as I flicked it with my tongue. Claire gasped, one of her hands grabbing my hair as the other braced her body back on the bed.

  “Rogue!”

  I smiled, giving one last, hard suck. “I’m right here, Claire.”

  She was too slow for my liking, though it wasn’t like we were in so much of a hurry. This time, I wanted to take my time with her, make love to her. If it meant she would come to me for this again instead of trying to avoid me, of course, I was going to do it. Though when it came to love making instead of fucking… I was a bit rusty.

  “If you won’t take your clothes off by yourself, then lay back and let me do it instead, okay?”

  Claire didn’t reply, leaning back on her elbow, her other hand dragging me with her as she lowered back. I licked a stripe in the valley between her breasts, then nipped the side of her soft mounds.

  My hands didn’t stop moving, either, finishing with the buttons of my shirt. I shrugged it off, then toed off my shoes and socks, and shoved my pants until they were off my legs as well and I was completely naked. Then, I turned to Claire, stripping her of her clothes, too, then moving us both higher on the bed.

  Positioned just right, I wrapped my arms around her back, one underneath her waist, arching her body into me, the other below her shoulders, holding her close to me. I took her lips in another kiss, soft and slow, gently exploring her mouth. Claire sighed, arms and legs wrapping around me as she kissed me back. Slowly, my cock rose back to full hardness as our hips gently rocked, rubbing my cock against her sex.

  “Feel…feels so good,” Claire panted out in between breaths as I moved my lips from my mouth to her neck. Then, she groaned, nails digging slightly into my shoulder blades. “So good, Rogue…”

  “It’s about to feel even better,” I murmured against her skin.

  With a shift of my hips, the head of my cock nudged at her clit, and I heard her breath hitch. My hips rolled, and I felt the head of my cock poised at her entrance. I waited for a second, and we both held our breath. When I couldn’t wait anymore, I slid into her in one deep, smooth thrust. Claire’s body flexed around mine as I worked her open until my hips settled against hers.

  Breathing out, I raised my head to press kisses to her forehead.

  “God, I missed you,” I whispered, then, I moved.

  I started out with slow, gentle thrusts, pulling until just the head remained, then sliding all the way to the hilt. I rolled my hips against hers, grinding slowly, working some stimulation on her clit. Claire let out these sexy little moans and gasps, licking and nibbling on my neck. I wanted to move faster, chase the orgasm we both wanted, but at the same time, I didn’t want this to be over, either. I didn’t speed up, though.

  It felt so good; it surprised even me.

  I could feel sweat sliding down the length of my spine, and it tickled a little. Everything seemed heightened at that moment; the sound of our breathing, of our pleasure. The feel of our skin rubbing together. Even the feel of Claire’s walls massaging my cock as I slid in and out of her, over and over. The pleasure was building up inside my body, like little, tingly sparks of electricity that lit me up from inside. I wondered if Claire felt that, too. It was too corny to ask, so I kept my mouth shut.

  Claire’s breathing picked up, turning from light pants to gasping for breath, with just a bit of a whine mixed with the sound. She flexed and relaxed her nails on my back, over and over, mimicking the movement of her walls clamping down on my cock. I could tell she was close.

  Burying my face in her shoulder, I moved my hips a little faster, and her breathing picked up some more. I ground against her clit, and her walls convulsed hard around my cock. She groaned as she came, and I let out a grunt as my hips moved in short, jerky motions and I came inside her once more, the orgasm didn’t feel as intense as earlier, but I came a lot longer, too.

  When I’d finished emptying my come inside her, I rolled us onto our sides, my body giving a final shudder, though little aftershocks still traveled over my body. Claire trembled in my arms, and I gave into the need to peck her forehead and squeeze her a bit closer.

  “Good?” I asked quietly, my heart clenching.

  It didn’t come out in my languid, satisfied voice, but I was a bit nervous. When I met women, it was at some club or party, or at a hotel, or in their place or mine. But the encounters were always short, so I could never take my time like this. It took a lot longer to come, but it was still fucking satisfying. For me, at least.

  “It was amazing,” Claire said with a sigh, putting my worried to rest.

  “Good,” I sighed, closing my eyes. It was a bit early to sleep, and I’d honestly slept enough for the day, but I didn’t mind a bit of a rest.

  There was still stuff we had to deal with, but whenever I was with Claire the only thing I wanted to do was be inside of her. She was a welcome distraction and she made me feel better than I’d felt in too long.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Claire

  I was laying my head on Rogue’s chest, eyes closed and breathing calmed down. I could think, but in all honesty, I didn’t want to.

  “Claire?”

  I sighed because obviously, Rogue had different ideas.

  It would have been fine if we’d just let things go as they were. I’d do my best to make sure it didn’t happen again, but that would just be an awkward thing to ask for when we were still naked and entwined together on my bed.

  “Are you pretending to be asleep?” he asked after I didn’t answer for a long time.

  “I’m not pretending or anything,” I murmured. “What is it?”

  Guilt had already started to settle in for me. I had come home, early at that, with a clear objective. And yet, it was so simply thrown out the window so easily that I felt a bit ashamed of myself. Maybe it was because we’d already been together before, and it was only a day or two ago, so my mind and body still remembered his touch and how good it felt. But I had no self-control around him.

  So then, didn’t that mean, no matter what I resolved in the end, this would never stop?

  “I just wondered…” Rogue muttered.

  I wanted to let out another sigh but held myself back. If you didn’t have anything to say, then you shouldn’t have interrupted.

  The atmosphere had been soft and fluffy; I almost thought I would have fallen asleep, no matter how early it was or the fact that I hadn't had dinner yet. But now that he’d broken that bubble, I could feel the tension starting to grow. I wondered if I was the only one feeling it.

  I was in his arms and it felt a bit uncomfortable, I squirmed against him, trying to get him to release me. I wasn’t trying that hard, though. At first, he tightened his arms so I couldn’t move, but then loosened them. Only, once he loosened his arms, I stopped trying to get away. I didn’t want to get away.

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p; “We have to stop doing this, you know?” I said after a long pause, breaking the silence between us. “Fucking, sleeping together, however way you want to say it, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

  I’d moved away just enough so our bodies weren’t plastered together, and I looked up at Rogue to see he was frowning at me like he didn’t get what I was saying. I tugged the sheets up to cover myself, hugging my chest.

  “Rogue, I’m supposed to be looking after you, but you know, this isn’t how I’m supposed to do that. I’m not going to say it felt bad or that I regretted it or anything, but can we stop?”

  His lips flattened as he looked at me with the frown on his face deepening further. It was not the kind of thing he was expecting me to say, but what else could I say, anyway? That it would be fine if we continued, anyway? This was already…was it the third time? That we were supposed to go to the hospital and didn’t in the end. This was the second time that happened because we were fucking each other, instead of focusing on what was more important.

  “The hospital,” he murmured, his brow clearing as if he’d just remembered.

  I sighed and looked at the clock I had on my wall. It was technically only meant for decorative purposes, but I still knew how to read it.

  “Sure, we need to go, but we can't go anymore. Just look at the time already.”

  He followed my gaze. “Is it late?”

  “It is. Even if we got dressed and jumped in my car to go right now, and I violated every traffic law to get us there, somehow in one piece, we wouldn’t be allowed to go see him, no matter what.”

  “Damn,” he muttered, then sighed. “And your mom? Will she be sent away?”

  “I’m not sure, to be honest. She does spend some nights at the hospital, but it’s not like she stays with him. It’s not safe, with his condition.”

  I was going to have to apologize to Mom for this once I saw her. Of course, there was no way I would mention to her that we slept together, but I could just make up some excuse for being late. She wouldn’t mind, though she would feel a bit disappointed.

  Unlike me, she’d been looking forward to Rogue being released from prison. I was sure she wanted to see him, but she wouldn’t be the one to make the first move. She knew exactly where I lived, and considering she did leave the hospital sometimes to go home, and the fact that she knew exactly where I lived, not to mention had both our contact information. The reason she hadn't tried to contact Rogue yet was that she was waiting for him to show up at the hospital and meet his dad before his illness progressed much further.

  She was so eager for it to happen, and yet here I was putting it off by getting distracted.

  “So what?” Rogue said.

  I turned my head sharply toward him, ready with a glare and some harsh words, but he spoke before I had the chance to.

  “If there’s no more time to go today, then we can just go in the morning. Bright and early, no matter what. I’ve put it off for too long.”

  “I’m not going to be your booty call or convenient fuck, Rogue,” I growled setting the record straight about what was going on between us. I didn’t have a clue, but I knew that I didn’t want to be his little booty call.

  “Hell no!” he agreed, a little too easily. “Technically, I’m the one living with you, so wouldn’t that make me the booty call?”

  I snorted and rolled around, about to get out of the bed.

  Did he think I didn’t know how much he didn’t like me? He hadn't exactly been hiding it. Before he went through his rebellious phase, it probably wasn't dislike, but I was sure it grew into that. He’d been against us staying together as much as I was, and now he wanted to not only keep staying with me, but to sleep in my bed, too?

  It was pretty obvious to see what changed his mind about the living arrangements.

  He could try hunting down all his favorite women from before, I griped in my mind. Or better yet, find someone new and stop messing with me.

  I was doing my best not to think too much about it, but he was raising my hopes up, and that would be dangerous for me because it was impossible for many reasons.

  Rogue was not my boyfriend. To him, this was all probably just fooling around.

  I felt his arms wrap around me and hold me back. He dragged my back against his chest and curled his legs underneath mine, so I had to fold my own as well, spooning me from behind.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, stiffening. “I just said we need to stop doing this, right? So what the hell do you think you’re doing right now, huh?”

  He hummed as he nuzzled the back of my neck. “There’s nowhere for us to go until later, right? So there’s no need to leave the bed, is there?”

  I didn’t want to, but I was already melting against him. It was too comfortable, feeling a man holding me that way in my bed. I’d never had it happen before, so it was a novelty for me, and I knew I would miss it once he got tired of me, so it was one more thing I needed to guard against before I got addicted to it.

  “Rogue…” my voice was a low murmur, trailing off after I said his name because I had no idea where I was planning to go with that idea, anyway.

  “We’re not doing anything wrong,” Rogue said. “Or hurting anybody. If you don’t want anyone to know, then it’s not like I’m going to tell anyone. I promise I’ll listen to you, really listen to you, later. But just for tonight, stay here?”

  His arms squeezed lightly, and I was reminded of that look in his eyes when I got back home. He had looked all well dressed, and he was standing right in front of the door. Was he planning to go out? Maybe to the hospital? And I stopped him from having to make the decision right then?

  I could tell he felt some disappointment about missing the chance, but not nearly as much as I thought he would feel. He was holding me so tightly, but maybe it wasn’t just to keep me close? Maybe it was something he needed?

  Could Rogue have chickened out of seeing his dad because he was scared?

  The moment that thought entered my mind, it refused to leave it. In the end, I sighed and tugged gently on his arms. Reluctantly, he loosened his hold, and I turned around to bury my face in his chest and wrap my own arms around him. Spooning felt nice, but to me, pressed chest to chest with our legs tangling together was the best position. I had always wondered what it would feel like to sleep in the same bed with someone else and actually be this close. It wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as I used to think it would be.

  “We'll talk tomorrow, you hear me?” I threatened with no heat. “I don’t care if it’s before or after we go to the hospital, or on the trip there, but we are talking, Rogue.”

  Rogue just chuckled and held me closer, burying his face in my hair. In short moments, his breathing and heartbeats had calmed down as he fell asleep. I felt drowsy, lying next to him so that I could sleep.

  It was way too early and we didn’t even eat dinner. Yet food was the last thing on my mind as I finally drifted to sleep.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Rogue

  When I woke up, I found myself alone in bed, and I buried my face in the pillow as I held back a groan. Did Claire run off again?

  “Fuck!”

  I hadn't paid much attention to what she’d said last night in my post orgasm haze, but that didn’t mean I forgot, either.

  We had to stop doing this…

  It wasn’t like I didn’t understand her reasoning. Only, when I slept with Claire, I wasn’t exactly thinking of a reason. I could just imagine my dad if he found out, how disappointed he would be in me. And I didn’t want that, but he didn’t have to know. I didn’t know how Hannah would react, I didn’t think it would be nice, either, but did we have to tell people at all?

  I sighed and pushed myself up, then slid out of bed. She’d said we needed to talk. If she’d run off again, maybe we’d get to talk after she came off work or something, but I needed to go to the hospital. I’d been scared yesterday, and being with Claire had been enough to distract me from my going y
esterday. But I couldn’t keep hiding behind her when this was something I needed to do.

  At the very least, I needed to know how Dad was doing. If I kept wasting time like this, and he died before I mustered the courage to see him on my own? The misery would kill me.

  Scratching my head, I looked around the room for my clothes. I was a bit surprised to find they’d been picked up off the floor and were folded on the edge of the bed, the side Claire had been sleeping in. I pulled on my briefs and the slacks, then left the room as I shrugged on the shirt, but didn’t button it. I froze just outside the door in surprise when I heard Claire’s voice.

  She hadn’t left yet?

  A little dazed, I followed the sound of her voice to the kitchen.

  “… something important came up, or I wouldn’t be asking for time off, I promise it’s only for the morning…uh, it’s a family emergency, sir…yes, I know I cut off out meeting yesterday because of another family issue, but…”

  I could only hear parts of what she was saying, but it appeared she was trying to get time off work. So she was planning to go to the hospital with me this morning. I wasn’t sure why, but it made me feel relieved. And not just because I would have someone there with me to reduce my fear a little bit. If that was all it was, I could have looked for someone to take me, but it was different if it was Claire.

  I wasn’t sure yet what our current relationship was, exactly, I saw her a lot differently than before.

  “Uh, but sir…” Claire continued, frowning. She’d already seen me walk into the kitchen, but it was only a glance before she looked away, chewing down on her lip. “Can I just have a couple of hours off this morning? I need to go to the hospital to visit…uh, about yesterday…”

  Her face twisted a bit, and I guessed he’d asked why she didn’t go to the hospital yesterday after begging off work early. I should have had some self-control, but if there was one thing I’d wanted at that moment was to lose control so I wouldn’t think. I didn’t think her conversation would end well just listening to it.