Chapter 28

It was now going on two weeks since she moved in with Dexter, and he was taking good care of her.

The only problem was he still wouldn’t make love to her, saying her shoulder still needed time to heal. Well, she was tired of waiting, and her shoulder was feeling much better.

The only thing she didn’t like was the scar it had left.

She knew it was time for her to make the first move, so while he was making breakfast, she put on one of his shirts, not bothering to put on her panties. She walked into the kitchen.

He was getting ready to start breakfast when he heard her walking into the room. He turned to smile at her.

“I thought you were getting dressed,” he said, his eyes moving down her body to her beautiful slender legs.

He couldn’t stop the fire that was brewing inside his pants. She looked so sexy wearing his shirt.

“I didn’t see the point of putting clothes on when you’re only going to rip them off me.”

“It’s still too soon,” he said, swallowing the tiny lump that had somehow gotten lodged in his throat.

“I disagree,” she said as she moved slowly toward him.

Standing in front of him, she moved her hands onto his chest, and getting to the bottom of his shirt she put her hands under it, her fingers caressing his bare skin.

“If you are not up to the job, I’m sure I can find someone else who would be happy to accommodate me.”

Putting his hands on her waist, he lifted her up onto the counter.

“Do you really want for some poor schmuck to end up with a busted nose or bruised ribs? Because, my love, if another man touches you, I will have to hurt him.”

He had one arm around her waist, and with the other one he lifted her leg up. He lowered his mouth onto hers in a rough and passionate kiss.

Her little trick had worked. He was too far gone now to stop. She felt and tasted so good, and it had been so long since he had touched her the way a man should touch a woman.

Ripping what was one of his best shirts open, he placed his lips around one of her hard nipples, pulling her legs close so that her crotch was pressed against his.

He could feel her fingers tugging on his hair as he switched to the other breast. His one hand went down and between her legs, and he felt how wet she was as he stroked inside her.

She was wet and moaning as he moved his lips slowly down her body, and when he got between her legs, he lifted them up over his shoulders and pressed his mouth over her wetness.

He continued his assault on her, making her squirm and call out his name as his tongue and mouth gave her an orgasm. When he’d finished, he straightened up, wiping his mouth as he smiled at her.

He put his hand on her chest and lowered her down onto her back, spreading her shirt open, exposing her breasts to him. “My turn,” he said, undoing his pants and letting them drop to the floor.

With his hands clutching her legs, he pulled her to the edge of the counter, positioning himself between her legs. He entered her. His thrust was hard, making her gasp out loud.

He watched as she reached her arms up over her head to hang onto the edge of the counter. His eyes stayed on her, watching her breasts bounce more the harder he thrust into her.

Just seeing her so exposed to him, he felt he was close to coming.

But he knew how much she liked how it felt when he kept pounding hard in her, so he continued until she squirted all over his cock, not once but twice, before he allowed himself the relief he needed.

He pulled out of her and leaned over, his lips kissing her stomach before he moved and helped her up.

She felt drained and a little sore, but she was not going to complain. “That was fucking amazing,” she said as she did up a couple of the buttons on her shirt.

“I think we better wipe this mess up before it leaves white spots on the floor and counter.” She felt so sticky everywhere, and looking down at his cock, she saw how wet he was.

“Looks like your little willy needs cleaning too.”

He snickered as he helped her down, putting his hand over her damp pussy. “You too.”

He grabbed some wipes, and they both got started washing down the areas that were covered in their cum.

He was throwing away the dirty wipes when he saw her bending over wiping the floor, her bare ass up in the air. Damn if he didn’t get turned on again.

Dropping his pants, he went over, putting his hands on her hips. “Don’t move. Stay the way you are.”

He didn’t give her time to answer before entering her from behind. He knew she was liking it from the moans coming from her mouth and the way she was pushing back up against him.

He loved how they fit together like a puzzle, his piece fitting snugly into her open space.

The sweat was pouring down his face. His heart was pounding. And as he continued thrusting, he couldn’t help thinking about her ass. She had a great one.

She was taken by surprise when he came up behind her as she was bent over. The way he just entered her with no warning was both rough and arousing at the same time.

But then, entering her vagina from the back was a new level of sexual satisfaction. It felt better. She could feel more of him. There were no words to explain how good it felt.

When he was done with her and turned her around to kiss her, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re going to wear out my lady part if you keep this up.”

Putting his arms around her waist, he looked deep into her eyes. “You know what they say, don’t you?”

“No. What do they say?”

“They say to use it before you lose it, so I will have to keep using it as much as I can.”

He scooped her up in his arms, bridal style, and carried her upstairs to the bathroom in their bedroom. There he slid the shirt over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

He turned on the water, and they stepped inside. He took great pleasure in lathering up her body with soap, but he had more fun washing her breasts.

She also enjoyed cleaning him, especially his cock, which grew as soon as she touched it.

When he went to put his arms around her waist, she pushed him up against the wall. Her lips going to his chest, she started kissing and sucking on his skin as she moved down.

Getting on her knees, she played gently with his balls as she took him into her mouth.

Moving her mouth up and down his length, she scraped the delicate skin with her teeth, making him moan and his cock pulsate.

She used her tongue to flick over the tip of his manhood, licking up the drops of sperm that were slowly starting to come.

She could tell he was trying not to cum in her mouth, but she was determined to make it happen. When she succeeded, she almost gagged, not used to the taste, and had to spit some of it out.

“I’m sorry,” she said, feeling bad but feeling him pulling her up.

“Don’t be sorry. You did great. Thank you for that.”

“You liked it?” she asked, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“I loved it, and I love you. But right now I need food, food I can eat, so let’s dry off and get something to eat.”

While they sat at the kitchen table eating their lunch, he kept watching her. “Marry me,” he said just as she was taking a bite of her sandwich.

She almost choked on her food. Coughing, she looked over at him. “What?”

“I love you. You love me. So let’s get married.”

She took a deep breath. “No,” she said flat out.

His face dropped. He felt as though his heart was breaking in half. “Roxie, we belong together. I thought you loved me.”

“I do love you, but after finding out about my father cheating on my mother, and how Claudia cheats, what’s the point in marriage?”

She felt bad when she saw the hurt in his eyes, knowing she had wounded him deeply.

“That’s them. We won’t be like that.”

“You say that now, but what about ten years from now, when some young thing comes on to you and you’re tempted to cheat?”

“What about you?” he asked, snapping.

“What about me?”

“You might be the one to look at someone younger, someone who will give you better sex, make you wet for them.”

“I would never cheat.”

“Then what makes you think I would?” When he didn’t get an answer, he threw down his napkin, picked up his coffee, and got up and headed out to the balcony.

She waited for a few minutes before she followed him. “Dexter, I’m sorry I hurt you.” She walked over and stood in front of him.

“I want to live with you. I want to have your children someday. But I don’t want to be married. It’s just a piece of paper, and it doesn’t mean I don’t love you or want to spend my life with you.”

He looked at her. His heart was breaking. “Marriage is important to me. Take a leap of faith. Know that I will never betray you.”

She shook her head, fearing that this could be the end of them.

“I can’t. And if it’s a dealbreaker for you, then maybe we should end things. I love you. Can’t we just keep things as they are?

“Maybe I should leave now,” she said, turning to leave. But she was stopped when he grabbed her arm.

“No, I don’t want you to go. If you don’t want to marry me, I’ll learn to live with it. The thing I can’t live without is you.”

She looked at him and saw a single tear in the corner of his right eye. “Are you sure?”

He put his hands on her waist and drew her close.

“I’m sure. And if the time comes and you change your mind, you will have to be the one to propose to me. Just so you know, even without that piece of paper I will consider you my wife.”

She flung her arms around his neck. “Thank you for understanding. I promise I’ll make you happy.”

“You already do,” he said, wrapping his arms around her.

Two days later they were making plans to go visit his parents. She was a bundle of nerves, wondering if they would approve of her or not.

From what he had told her, they were old-fashioned and didn’t really believe in living together without being married.

“I just know your parents aren’t going to like me, since we are living together without being married. I’m not sure I can face them, so maybe you should go alone.”

“Roxie, I already called them and explained everything to them. They’re going to love you. Just give them the chance to get to know you. Besides, if you don’t go, then neither will I.”

He knew how much she wanted him to reconnect with his family, and that after threatening not to go, she would give in and go with him.

“Oh, all right. I’ll go.”

He always had to laugh when she pouted. She looked so damn cute with her bottom lip sticking out.

That night Chad showed up with a bottle of wine. He said he had something important to discuss with him. So he opened the wine, and they all sat down.

“So I understand you aren’t taking on any more jobs as a bodyguard.”

“That’s right.”

“Well, I have a proposition for you. One of our guys at the bureau is retiring this month, and we need to replace him.”

“Chad, I don’t want to be an FBI agent. And besides, I would need to go through the tests and the training.”

“No, not an agent. Our agents go through special training, physical training, the kind you are qualified in. You would be training them five days a week, no nights or weekends.

“The pay is amazing, and we have new recruits coming and going. The job would be perfect for you, and I already submitted your name.

“The job is yours if you want it. It starts next month. So what do you say?”

“I have to discuss it with my girl first.” He looked at her. “What do you think?” He turned back to look at Chad when he started laughing. “Mind telling me what’s so funny?”

“Come on, Dexter. I never thought I’d live to see the day you would have to talk about something this important with a woman. It’s just not like you.”

“We’re partners in this relationship, and we don’t make any decisions without consulting the other.”

He believed in this philosophy. He felt it was what made relationships work. He also valued her opinion. If she didn’t like it, he would turn it down without a second thought.

Hearing what he said filled her heart with warmth. Was he for real? she asked herself.

“Dexter, if this is something you would be happy doing, and not just what you feel you should do, then I say go for it. But only if it will make you happy.

“I don’t want you regretting giving up something more dangerous or exciting.”

He took her hand and lightly squeezed it. “I like the thought of teaching.”

Chad clapped his hands together. “Wonderful. Then I will tell headquarters you’ll take the job. This calls for another drink,” he said. He got up and poured them all another glass.

It was late when Chad left and they got ready for bed. He noticed her phone ringing, but she turned it off.

He knew it was her father calling. He had been calling for two weeks now, but she refused to talk to him.