Rooter (Double H Romance) (31 page)

Rooter sucks in a breath and mutters a curse as I swirl my tongue around the head of his dick before taking it into my mouth. I pull back and lick him from the base back to the sensitive spot beneath the tip and flick back and forth causing him to buck off the bed.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans and grabs a fistful of my hair.

His cock becomes even more engorged as I work him, gripping his shaft as I suck him up and down. With my free hand, I cup his balls and massage gently—a tip from Miranda. I glance up to make eye contact as I fondle him.

“I love the way your lips look wrapped around me.” He throws his head back and groans. His cock twitches warning me he’s getting close. I stop sucking but continue to play with his balls.

“You taste so good,” I murmur, proud of the pleasure I was able to give him. Not too bad for a novice.

“That was amazing, babe.” Rooter pants for air. “Come here.” He rolls to his side and pulls me against him.

His lips find mine and kiss me passionately. His hands wind into my hair as his mouth moves against mine. When I reach down and cup his firm ass, he rolls on top of me and seats himself between my legs. It would be so easy for him to slide into me. Instead, he rolls his hips and grinds himself against my bare flesh, up and down and around and around.

“I can make you come this way,” he teases and nips at my neck.

“I know.”

He pulls back to gaze in my eyes, but his hips continue to move. “I need to be inside you. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Yearning swims in his deep brown eyes. He leans down and plants a sweet kiss on my lips before reaching over to the nightstand. He brings the foil packet to his mouth and winks as he rips it open with his teeth. My sex clenches at the sight of him rolling it onto his swollen length.

“Look at me, Sophie.” His voice is tender and his hand gently caresses my belly.

When I peer up I’m met by soft, caring eyes.

“If at any time you’re uncomfortable or want me to stop, tell me. Okay?”

I nod.

“I need the words, babe.”

“I’ll tell you.”

He leans down and gives me a slow, loving kiss. He places the tip of his hardness at my entrance and pauses to look into my eyes. I grip his biceps and close my eyes as he slowly pushes in until he’s seated fully inside me, filling me completely.

“You okay?” He asks and kisses my cheek.

It’s uncomfortable, but not overly painful. It’s a pleasurable discomfort. “I’m okay.” I give him a reassuring smile.

Rooter pulls back and pushes in again at the same languid pace with which he entered me. I bite my lower lip and moan, prompting him to move again, but at a faster speed.

“You feel so good,” he grunts and rocks into me with a bit more force. I can tell he’s straining to hold back.

When he pulls back again I grab his ass and guide him forcefully back into me. “You don’t have to be careful. I’m okay.”

Rooter moans and moves inside of me with faster, stronger thrusts. He finds a delicious rhythm, pushing into me again and again and then rolls his hips, circling his hardness inside of me.

“You’re so tight,” he groans.

I arch my back, pressing my nipples against his chest prompting him to lean down and suck them. Our bodies move together as though they’ve done dance this a thousand times. He picks up the pace and rocks into me harder and faster until our bodies are slick with sweat. My breasts bounce up and down as I meet him thrust for thrust. His lips brush my jaw and his breath is warm against my skin. I drag my fingers up his back.

“Rooter,” I call out as I feel my climax rising.

“Jace. Call me Jace, baby.”

“Jace,” I say and shudder, so very close to the brink.

“Come for me baby.” He rocks into me. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

His dirty talk sends me flying over the edge. My sex tightens around his shaft and I shout his name as I come apart in his arms.

“Fuck, I’m going to come. You’re gonna make me come, babe.” Rooter stops thrusting and I feel him pulse inside me. His body trembles and he groans with his release. Several moments later he collapses on top of me, barely able to hold his weight up with his elbows.

We both lay together long enough to catch our breath. Rooter kisses my cheek before rolling off of me and gives me a “Yeah, that’s right” grin.

Chapter 39
Back To Reality

My eyes are trained on Rooter’s tight ass as he goes to the bathroom to discard of the condom. Even though he’s no longer inside me, I can still feel him; a delicious reminder of what just took place. I’d often wondered what my first time would be like and the way he just made love to me far exceeds my fantasies.

Technically, it wasn’t my first time, but it would’ve been had I been given a choice.

When he returns and crawls into the bed beside me I turn to face him. “That was…” I pause to come up with the right word to describe the experience. “There aren’t words to describe how good that was.”

He strokes my cheek. “Babe, you did so good.”

I arch a brow. Had he expected me to suck?

“I don’t mean to be condescending,” he recovers and kisses my lips reassuringly. “With what you’ve been through, I didn’t know if you’d freak out or…”

I nod, understanding his meaning.

“You didn’t seem scared or nervous at all.”

“I wasn’t. I trust you.”

He smiles. “I love you, babe.”

I want to say it back because I love him so damn much. I want to scream it from the rooftop so that everyone knows. But he doesn’t want me to yet. So instead, I say the next thing that comes to my mind. “I wish you had been my first.”

“I was.” He pulls me snug against him. “I was the first man to make love to you.”

His words comfort and touch me deeply because what we did was indeed making love. It wasn’t just sex. With every touch and every kiss, he gave as much as he took. He gave more.

“Yes, you were.” I brush my lips across his chest.

“And I’ll be the last.” He plants a kiss on the top of my head. After a moment he speaks again. “You’re the only one I’ve ever made love to, Sophie.”

Tears threaten to spill from my eyes, but I keep them at bay. Once the emotion subsides, I pull back and look at him. “You surprised me when you told me to call you Jace.”

He clears his throat and pauses before responding. “I surprised myself.”

“Did you like it when I called you Jace?”

His adam’s apple bobs up and down when he swallows. “Yeah. A lot.”

“Should I call you by that name all the time?”

He shakes his head. “Only when we’re making love, babe.”

God I love it when he says making love.

I prop myself up on my elbow. “If you don’t like the name, why do you want me to use it when we’re making love?”

He rolls onto his back and rests a hand on his chest. “It’s not that I don’t like the name. It just represents a different side of me.”

“A different side?”

“Jace is the person I want to be for you. Rooter is who I am.”

“That’s confusing.” I pull my brows together.

He turns to face me with a sincere expression. “Jace is pre-club. Innocent. Good. Like you.”

“I don’t need you to be innocent.”

“I know.” He strokes my cheek and gazes into my eyes.

My mind goes back to a conversation we had on our first date when he said I had to earn the right to know the story of how he got his road name. “So, are you ever going to tell me how you got the name, Rooter? Have I earned that,” I make air quotations, “privileged information?”

He chuckles and sweeps his hand through his hair. “I was hoping you’d forgotten about that.”

“No chance.” I giggle and playfully poke him in the side.

“I don’t think this is the time for that discussion.” He pulls me onto his chest and plays with my hair.

“Why not?”

“Because I want to lay here and bask in the afterglow of making love to my woman.”

“Yeah right,” I cackle and push away to look at him. “You don’t want me to know how you got the name.”

He closes his eyes and grumbles, “You’re right.”

My curiosity just shot up a hundred percent. “Now you have to tell me.”

His face turns bright red, and he sighs. “Keep in mind this was years ago.”

“Okay.”

He clears his throat. “Bear’s dad is Australian and in Australia rooting means fu—having sex. When I first got into the club, they were always finding me in the back room…” His voice trails off and he scratches his head. “One day, Bear was looking for me and he asked his pop where I was. His pop told him I was in the back room pouring the root to some girl. Bear knocked on the door and said, “Hey, Rooter we need to get going.” It stuck with the guys and I’ve been Rooter ever since.”

“That’s not the story I was expecting.”

“I bet not.” We’re both quiet a moment. “What were you expecting?”

“Well, when you say Rooter the first thing that comes to mind, for me anyway, is Roto-Rooter. So I always thought you got the name because you caused a lot of plumbing trouble.” I burst out laughing.

Rooter is clearly mortified. “What? Please tell me that’s not what you’ve been thinking this entire time.”

I laugh even louder.

“Oh my God,” he groans. “I should’ve told you the truth a long time ago.”

“I think I prefer the Roto-Rooter story,” I admit.

He rubs his face. “Sophie, I’m not the same guy I was back then. You believe that don’t you?”

“I do. But if you’re not that guy anymore, why continue to go by the name?”

“It’s a part of me now. And while it may not have the same connotation it used to… Let me put it this way, what we just did, I plan on doing a lot more of.” He winks. “Therefore, I am, in fact, still Rooter.”

“And yet, you don’t want me to call you Rooter while we do it. Makes sense,” I say sarcastically and we both laugh.

For the next two days we do nothing but make love, only pausing to eat and shower. It turns out I like sex. A lot. No, I don’t like it. I. Love. It. The more I have, the more I want. Forget the pool, the beach, the boat, and the jet skis. I have no interest in any of that. The hot tub, however, has definitely come in handy. If I had it my way Rooter would live naked, ready and willing to fulfill my every desire.

After cleaning the cottage and putting fresh sheets on the bed, we get in the truck to make the trip back home. I don’t want to go back. With every mile tension builds in my neck.

We’ve spent the last three days in a perfect little bubble of happiness. Now we’re on our way back to a very complicated reality. The good thing is, I feel closer to Rooter than I ever have. We finally feel like a solid unit. It’s us against the world and all it will try to throw at us.

“I never thought I’d say this,” Rooter adjusts himself in the seat next to me, “but babe, I think I need a couple days off. My junk feels like hamburger.”

I giggle. “What about your tongue? That still intact?” It got just as much of a workout as his dick.

His eyes go wide. “Do you ever get enough?”

“I’m thinking not.”

“Damn woman,” he chuckles. “Am I not doing the job well enough?”

I recall last night when he had me bent over the kitchen counter, pulling my hair as he slammed into me as hard as he was able. My clit throbs at the thought. It was the fourth time we’d had sex that day.

“The problem isn’t you not doing it well enough. It’s that you do it too well.”

“Well, that I can’t help.” He winks.

I point at this face. “See that right there is what gets you in to trouble.”

He smirks. “Dually noted.”

He takes my hand and I lean back into my seat. I lay my head back and take a deep breath. We’ll be home in a little over an hour. “I don’t want to go home.”

“It’ll be okay, babe.”

“I just don’t…”

He brushes his thumb over my knuckles. “Don’t what?”

“We’ve come so far these past few days. We’re in a really good place and I’m afraid something will ruin it.”

“Look at me,” he commands and I turn to face him. “Nothing can ruin this. It’s you and me, Sophie. I won’t let anything come between us.”

Candace is a force to be reckoned with. And being that she hasn’t seen or heard from him in days means she’ll probably be completely smacked out of her mind when we return. He’ll likely have a thousand messages demanding he get his ass over to see her or else.

When we pull into his parent’s driveway to pick up Dopey and get his phone, Candace’s car is there.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I groan, none too happy.

Rooter slows the truck to a stop and closes his eyes. It’s obvious that he’s no happier about this than I am. “Here we go.”

We walk hand in hand into the house. The moment we cross the threshold Candace is in our faces. Rooter steps in front of me to keep us separated. As per usual she’s in her typical slutty attire, shorty shorts, tank top and a pair of clog heels. She might as well tattoo the word “stripper” on her forehead.

“What are you doing here Candace?”

“I’ll answer that as soon as you tell me where the hell you’ve been!”

Rooter’s family leaves the room to give us privacy. Isa turns and looks at me sympathetically before disappearing through the doorway.

“It’s none of your business where I’ve been,” he tells her.

She takes a small step forward and holds a hand to her chest. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through these past few days?”

“Oh, please,” I groan and roll my eyes.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” She points at me. “This is none of your business.”

“The hell it isn’t!” I lunge forward but Rooter grabs my arm and pulls me to his side.

“Stop it!” He snipes at us both. After a moment he speaks again. “What’s going on Candace?”

“If you’d been here, you would know,” she gripes and crosses her arms.

“I’m here now,” his tone is gentle. “Tell me.”

She sticks a hip out and shifts her weight to one foot. “I’m not talking to you with her around.”

“Well, she’s not going anywhere,” he tells her. “So either talk or leave.”

“That’s how you talk to the mother of your unborn child?” She scoffs. “The child she almost lost yesterday because of the stress she’s under?”

“What?” He freaks out.

“Yeah, that’s right. While you were holed up in a hotel somewhere fucking your little princess,” she waves in my direction, “I’ve been here trying not to lose our baby.”

“What happened?” His concern is evident.

“I got fired because I’ve been too sick to work. Now I’m going to lose everything and be homeless. With all the stress I started cramping really bad and had a little spotting.”

For some reason, I don’t buy a single word of what she’s saying, and it’s not just because I don’t like her. Everything about her screams liar. I knew she’d pull something like this when we got back.

“Jesus Candace.” Rooter rakes a hand through his hair. He guides me over to sit next to him on the couch. Candace sits in a nearby chair.

“Did you go to the doctor? Is the baby all right?”

“You don’t even give a shit about this baby. All you care about is her.” Her voice is laced with venom.

“Of course I care about the baby. I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

Great, now he’ll regret going away with me.
Well played, bitch.

She laughs, sarcastic. “Yeah, right.”

“I mean it. I shouldn’t have cut contact with you. It was wrong of me.” His voice is cloaked in guilt. He sits hunched over with his elbows on his knees.

“Rooter,” I start, “she’s playing you. Do you really not see that?”

“You seriously need to mind your own business,” Candace spews through gritted teeth.

“He is my business,” I snarl and Rooter interrupts me before I can finish.

“Sophie, stop,” he snaps.

But I don’t listen. “You better stop with your fucking games!” I jump up from the couch and charge over to her. Rooter shoots up after me and grabs me by the arms.

Candace leans over and clutches her belly.