Mr. Irrelevant (Rock City Renegades #1)

by C.L. Rose

“I thought you were trying to roll me,” I explain. As if ogling her body wasn’t bad enough, now she thinks I’m a little bitch who wouldn’t even attempt to defend himself in the throes of danger. I hate it here.

“Fine,” I say on a resigned exhale. “But if we get in trouble, I’m saying you kidnapped me.” I swear, I’m like one of those kids who touches a hot stove after you tell them not to, even though they know they’re going to get burned. A soft giggle bubbles out of her, and I can’t help the subtle smirk that tugs at the corner of my mouth. “We won’t get in trouble,” she replies.

“How the hell did I let you talk me into this? I didn’t ask for a single detail—just followed you into a dark, creepy field, and now I’m committing a felony because you have an idea. At this point, I’m just crossing my fingers that I don’t end up chained to a radiator in your basement.”

“You are the strongest, smartest, most intriguing woman I’ve ever met. If this idiot can’t see that, let him go find less. I promise it won’t make him happy in the end. And one day, you’re going to find someone with a monster cock and good credit—or whatever you girls are into these days—and he’s going to love every bit of your sassy fucking attitude. That’s what you deserve, Liv. Not some dipshit who’s so threatened by your independence that he has to humiliate you to feel better about himself.”

Fuck everything I just said. Olivia Grant is mine.

She swallows, her lips parting just enough for me to hear the small gasp that pushes through them when I finally snap, lunging forward and crashing my mouth to hers.

“It almost felt like you belonged to me for a second, and I couldn’t hold back. Next time, prepare a guy before you just show up looking like everything he’s ever wanted.”

“Okay, fine,” she relents. “But only if you promise not to fall in love with me.”

“Are you really underestimating how badly I want you? I can assure you that, as long as you’re an option, my head is not turning.”

“You didn’t think I’d leave you unsatisfied, did you?” I growl through clenched teeth. “I don’t know what kind of guys you’ve been with in the past, but you won’t be getting out of my bed until you’ve been turned completely inside out. I’ll wreck this cunt all night long if you let me, Liv. Fill you up as many times as you can handle. And when I eventually take you raw, I won’t rest until my cum is seeping from your goddamn pores.”

“Let’s get one thing straight, Dimes,” I rasp. “When I say I’ll fuck you all night, I mean it. Until your pretty little pussy memorizes every goddamn vein. Understood?”

Livvy may not belong to me in the public eye, but here in these quiet moments alone, we both know she’s mine. The rush of possessiveness I get every time I touch her tells me all that and more, and I love every fucking bit of it.

Because even though I told him not to fall in love with me, I may have forgotten to take my own advice.

There’s nobody in this world like Olivia Grant—and I’m the idiot who fell in love with her, just to turn around and watch her leave.

“Say you’re mine,” he grits, his voice full of desperation. My heart pounds so fast, I feel like it might explode as I inhale a sharp breath, every part of me hungry and aching for him. “I’m yours, Maddox.”

“That’s my sweet baby,” I purr. “All you have to do is lie there while I blow load after load into you until there’s no doubt who you belong to. I’ll change your goddamn DNA with the amount of cum I leave inside your hot little body, Liv. And you’ll love every second of it, won’t you?”

She may not realize it yet, but Olivia Grant is it for me. All that’s left to do is convince her that what we have is worth the risk and make her mine for good.

“I just need you to be mine, Liv. Really mine. Please. I don’t care what it takes. If you want to keep it a secret until we both retire, we will. But I can’t just be your friend anymore. It’s fucking killing me inside.”

“Good, now get on your knees for Daddy.”

She fucking loves me back. Holy shit. Without a word, I crash my lips to hers, earning an adorable little laugh that I swallow immediately. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she holds me close as I revel in the kiss, a million pounds lifting off my shoulders now that I’ve finally told her how I feel. All the anxiety I was feeling seconds ago about fucking up the moment falls away, and I realize that this is exactly how it should’ve happened.

I step into the shower, waiting for the water to heat to the temperature of hell degrees, just like she likes it,

“That’s it, Dimes,” I coax. “Come on my throwing hand, so I can taste you before every play.” “Oh my God.” The words whoosh from her lungs as she shakes violently, her release pulsing against my fingers and making my vision go hazy with desire.

“Please. Baby,” he chokes out. It’s very unlike Maddox to beg, but I have to say it’s definitely doing things for me.