Chapter 8

Peyton

Iwoke up in Diesel's bed with his big body right beside me, emitting so much heat it was impossible to avoid the thin sheen of sweat that coated both of us. I snuggled closer, hungry for more of this man. I liked sex as much as the next woman, but he turned me into a fiend, willing to do just about anything to have another taste of him.

I licked my lips and looked up, watching him as he slept peacefully, the longing in my chest shocking me with its intensity. I wanted this man, and it wasn't just because of the mind-numbing orgasms he gave me all night long.

Rocky had a rugged sort of beauty that was all sharp points and jagged lines, but asleep he was calm and peaceful, almost boyishly handsome. I couldn't resist pressing my lips to his burning hot flesh. His shoulder. His pecs. Abs. Hip bones. His skin was warm to the touch, every muscle hard as my lips made contact. I gripped his cock in my hand, squeezing gently and then a little less gentle, smiling to myself as I stroked him in his sleep.

I always wanted to wake a gorgeous man up with a blowjob, but I'd never had the opportunity before, which was actually perfect because I wanted to give this to Rocky. I took him deeper and deeper, enjoying the feel of silky flesh and rock-hard erection against my tongue and lips, the depths of my throat.

"Oh fuck," he groaned when he woke up, hips pumping of their own volition as his fingers tangled in my hair. "Peyton, ah, fuck, babe."

I smiled around him and took him even deeper, giving the wettest, most sensual blowjob of my life. I looked up and watched him receive the pleasure I gave him, and it was such a sight that I couldn't take my eyes off him. His powerful jaw was clenched, his nostrils flared as his hips moved, faster and faster, hurtling towards the orgasm that was just out of reach. I moaned loudly and took Rocky even deeper, an answering pulse clenched between my thighs when he tossed his head back.

"Peyton," he grunted, and gripped my hair a little harder as he pumped in long, slow strokes, his cock heavy and hard on my tongue. "Ah, fuck," he growled, hips moving faster and faster until he stilled.

A warm splash of liquid hit the back of my throat, surprising a choke out of me. I swallowed stream after stream until he was completely and totally spent. His big body went limp and sated, a slow smile spreading from one corner of his mouth to the other.

"Fuck." That one word held such a wealth of emotion, and I couldn't help the giggle that escaped.

"You know, you really have a beautiful cock, Rocky," I said, as I slipped away from him with a wet pop.

He chuckled. "Beautiful?" He was skeptical, but I simply nodded.

"Yeah, beautiful. It's long and just thick enough to arouse without being scary. The head is nice and bulbous, and it's just…perfectly formed."

He burst out laughing, tugging me up towards him with the fingers in my hair, and he gripped my hip tightly as he maneuvered my body to drape over his chest. "You think I have a pretty cock?"

His grin was contagious, he was smiling up at me as if he thought I was the cutest thing, and I couldn't help but smile back. "Prettiest I've ever seen."

"Is that why you had it for breakfast?"

I snorted and dropped my head to rest at the crook of his neck. "Always did love a good sausage in the morning."

He laughed again, his arms tightening around me, before I felt his hand slide down over my ass to reach my core.

Two thick fingers slipped between my thighs, sliding back and forth through wet folds. The sensation was so fantastic my head fell back and my legs parted.

"So goddamn wet," he rumbled, which only made me wetter.

"After seeing that chubby in your shorts yesterday morning, all I could think about was watching your face while I sucked you off."

"Jesus," he whispered, and slipped those two thick fingers deep as he plunged in and out of me, the sound of my moisture mixed with his grunts and my moans. It didn't take me long before pleasure erupted out of me in an explosion of fire and light and heat. My pussy clenched hard around his fingers and my hand instinctively went to his wrist, gripping it to keep me tethered to the ground while I rode out my orgasm. "Rocky," I whispered as one last aftershock ricocheted through me.

"Fuck, you are beautiful." He slipped his fingers from my body and straight into his mouth with a moan of appreciation.

"Holy shit," I moaned at the blatantly erotic move. My pussy pulsed, wet again for another round.

Before either of us could speak again, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. Rocky picked it up and left the room, his powerful naked body the last thing I saw before he slipped from view.

Club business.I knew it wasn't my business, so I ignored the stab of hurt that he felt he couldn't speak on the phone in front of me. Then again, it could be a woman for all I knew. That thought was slightly depressing, so I found my clothes and gathered them in my arms before I made my way to the guest room for a pair of pajamas, and then downstairs for coffee.

It was just a one-off, a night of hot sex and nothing more. That's okay with me, I lied to myself over a steaming cup of black coffee.

Rocky's heavy booted footsteps descended the stairs and then stopped when he reached the kitchen. "Peyton." His tone was serious, and I felt unease slither down my spine, wrapping around me to settle low in my belly.

"Rocky," I shot back as I slowly turned to face him, feeling something off about his tone. The expression on his face told me I wouldn't like what he had to say next.

"Last night was great. No, it was fucking incredible," he said, as if those words were all bad, and I frowned. Looked like I wasn't the only one doing a little thinking this morning.

"But?" I said, when he seemed to hesitate for a moment.

"But it can't happen again. It's wrong and I think we both know that."

My frown deepened. "Excuse me? I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. I'm an adult, and so are you. Unless I'm mistaken, we both wanted what happened between us last night. All night. And this morning."

He looked away but nodded. "I wanted it too, so fucking bad. I'm not denying that, but it can't happen again, not when Nolo wants you back."

I barked out a bitter laugh. "Yeah? Well, no offense to Nolan, but I don't want him back, a fact I have told him. Repeatedly. It's my choice who I fuck and who I don't. Not his. Not yours."

"You're right," he conceded a little too easily. "But Nolo is my son and I love him. I can't do that to him, so this," he motioned between us, "can't happen again. It won't." His words were final. His decision was made.

"Oh, yeah?" I huffed, feeling defensive. He didn't want me, and Nolan gave him the perfect excuse to get out of having to try. Just like my parents hadn't wanted me bad enough to get their shit together, neither did he. Story of my fucking life. "It's not like I'm trying to be your wife. Relax. It was just a fuck."

His lips pursed as if he didn't like the sound of that, but he didn't reply. Just gave me a curt nod and left. I shouldn't have said that, but I was pissed. If he'd just wanted a one-night stand then he should man up and tell me, instead of spouting some shit about his son and loyalty.

I stood in the middle of the kitchen, head spinning as I crashed down from the orgasmic high of the morning. Rocky got what he wanted, and he was done with me and that was fine.

Just fine.

No, it was more than fine. It was what I wanted, anyway.

He wanted distance, I'd give him distance.