Rose wasn’t scared. He excited her no matter what he did.
“So … fuck … ing … beautiful … and … all … mine.” He spoke each word after each thrust of his hips.
The pleasure intensified. Peter was hitting a point inside her that combined with pleasure and pain. She didn’t know whether to scream for him to get off or thrust up to meet him. The two points mingled together.
She liked the slight pain a little too much. Keeping hold of the head board, she gave herself to Peter. He fucked her hard, taking what he wanted and in turn giving her so much pleasure.
He was relentless in his thrusts. Peter drew out her need until he pushed her over the edge twice. She never thought it was possible to have two orgasms, one right after the other. Peter made her body his own personal instrument.
When he was satisfied with her response to him, Peter finally growled out his release. She held him through the pleasure.
Peter had done what she’d asked and taken her away from the horrid memories of the day. Rose came down from her high, and it all came flooding back.
“We can’t escape this, can we?” Rose asked.
“No.”
His honesty hurt, but she was thankful for it. Still, there were times honesty was overrated.
Chapter Eleven
Peter left Rose in bed to grab some dinner. He checked out his fridge, finding nothing other than sandwich fillings. Shaking his head at his lack of organisation, he made a quick note for tomorrow. He’d run to the supermarket tomorrow with Rose. Grabbing some cheese, ham, and pickles from the leftovers, he made up several sandwiches and headed back up to bed.
He found Rose curled up on the window seat watching the rain.
“It’s still warm,” she said.
“It’ll get cold soon. Winter will be here and snowfall, and you’ll be wishing for the warmth,” he said, promising her.
“I doubt that. I’m a winter girl. I love being curled up in front of a fire.”
“I love Christmas. I never put a tree up here, and I’ve always visited Laura and the kids on Christmas.”
She took a sandwich from the pile. Peter saw her hesitate at his words.
“I was thinking this year we could make our own traditions?” he asked.
“I’d like that.” She nibbled at her sandwich. “Do you think William still wants a waitress at his club?”
“Yeah, he’ll want you all right.” Peter took a bite of his sandwich. “Business doesn’t slow down because of what’s happened. It’s sad, but it’s the harsh reality of life.”
“I wonder what’s going to happen to Cape Falls.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. If it doesn’t change, it’s going to lose a lot of people. Everyone is growing tired. Staying rooted in the past is not ideal for everyone. It sucks.”
Peter had been part of Cape Falls all of his life. He’d taken several trips out to the city to get a sense of how different they were. The cities moved around, constantly. There was no standing still in the city. Peter liked to take his time to enjoy life. Living in the city would never do it for him. He’d also visited a few other towns, getting a feel for how they were. Most of the towns he’d visited worked together. There were no outsiders in those towns.
He sat back on his sofa wondering what would have happened to him if he’d left when he was going to.
“Have you ever been out of Cape Falls?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Parents didn’t ever want to leave.”
“I think we should go away some time. There’s another town not too far from here. Law Castle, it’s called.”
“It sounds like fun. You’re not planning on dumping me there, are you?” she asked.
He chuckled. “Not on your life.”