“No, it won’t. It’ll be Reid’s. Even Roy’s and Riley’s. Never mine.”

“Of course it will. Your father left you in charge.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

I scooted closer to him. “Let’s finish dinner before it gets cold.”

We ate in silence. Rock cleaned his plate, but I left over half of mine. Suddenly my appetite had gone south.

Rock looked so forlorn, almost tragic, which was a far cry from how I’d seen him before. He was so big, so strong—a man who could take on anything and come out on top.

He needed to believe that he could come out on top in this new position as well. I’d done all I could to convince him of that. Now it was time to try a new tactic.

I’d get him on top…of me.

13

Rock

Lacey stood, her eyes sparkling, and slowly unwrapped the sheet from around her body, letting it fall to the floor in a white puddle.

My cock tightened. I hadn’t been able to come after I’d brought her to orgasm from licking her pussy, and now all I could think about was getting inside that tight little cunt again.

Nothing on except those stockings and that garter belt. Those pumps.

I was still fully dressed.

Fuck.

I tore at my shirt until I’d tossed it on the floor.

Her eyes widened.

“You like?”

“Wow. You’re amazing.”

I sat down and pulled off my black biker boots, socks, and then my jeans. My cock jutted out, yearning to get inside her again.

“Take me to the bed, Rock,” she said, her eyes flaming. “Take me, and then fuck me. Get on top of me and fuck me.”

I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but who was I to argue with her when I ached for the same thing? I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder, giving her ass a little slap. Then I walked into the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. She looked up at me, her eyes full of lust, and she spread her legs and pulled her thighs upward, baring her swollen pussy to my view.

“Take me,” she said. “Command me. Show me who’s the boss.”

My cock tightened even further. My God. She was giving me exactly what I needed, as if she’d looked into my mind. I needed control right now. I preferred control in the bedroom anyway, but right now, when my life was spearheading out of control, I truly needed it.

I trailed my fingers over her slick, wet folds and rubbed the moisture over her swollen clit. She closed her eyes, inhaling, moaning softly. I massaged her pussy, loving the satiny texture, her silky moans.

My cock throbbed, and a drop of liquid appeared on the head.