Mr. Irrelevant (Rock City Renegades #1)

by C.L. Rose

“You’re a very large twenty-five-year-old man. This is a private parking lot with security. Your mind flew right past rational thought and went to Grand Theft Auto?” I swallow. “Pretty much, yeah.” “And the part where you stared at my boobs for three minutes straight while I tried to get your attention? Was that some sort of defense mechanism?”

“I figured if these were my last moments on Earth, I should spend them doing something I love.”

“Bend the fuck over, Olivia.” His gray stare burns into mine, and suddenly, every part of my skin feels like it’s been set on fire.

“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.”

“Don’t rush me, Livvy,” he mumbles.

Maddox stills his movements, grunting loudly as his entire body shakes violently. All the tension that was ready to explode within me moments ago fades away, and all I can do is watch helplessly as his orgasm rolls through him in waves. Humble. Funny. Smart. Big dick. I knew he was too good to be true.

“Fuck,” he says, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “I’m sorry. Your pussy is so good.”

“It’s okay. I can take care of myself later,” I reply. It wouldn’t be the first time. Every now and then, it takes me a while to get there, and since Deacon wasn’t into afterplay, I’d sometimes have to go solo aft...

“Not a fucking chance.” He lifts his head abruptly, pulling his still hard cock from my body and sitting back on his feet. Quickly removing the filled condom, he ties it off, tosses it to the floor...

“My poor, sweet baby. You’re such a pretty little princess when you take dick. How could anybody deny you?”

“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?”

“Just in case you forget who you belong to,” he drawls,

“Wanna know how I know you were made for me, Dimes?” I ask darkly.

“Whenever I sink inside this horny little pussy, she sucks me right in. And when I try to leave”—I retreat just slightly, enjoying the way her muscles contract around me—“she does everything she can to keep me right where I belong.”

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.

“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.”

“That’s it, Dimes,” I coax. “Come on my throwing hand, so I can taste you before every play.”