Chapter 25

25

Rogue

“ W hat were you and Slate talking about, when I came downstairs earlier?” Rogue asked once they were finally alone in their cabin.

“Things,” Bea said vaguely. “I wanted to make sure he was aware of the risk he was running by helping me.”

“He knows, honey. He knows.”

“That’s what he said.”

“Dark and Slate are good men. If anything happens to me, they’ll make sure you’re safe.”

Bea’s face paled. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“It won’t,” he said. “But if it does, you stick with them. I promise you’ll be safe.”

Safe .

That word, again. She hadn’t felt safe in so long. She’d felt safe with her father, when she was a little girl, before she’d been shipped off to convent school. But even that safety might have been an illusion. Given enough time, her father might have married her off for the benefit of some alliance, just like Uncle Emiliano had tried to do.

The last week had been one of the happiest of her life. Her breath hitched as she realized that, if Rogue and Slate hadn’t stopped it, she would have spent it with Aguilar instead.

“What are you thinking about, Bea?”

“Nothing,” she lied.

“Come here,” he said, bringing her into his arms. She came easily, her slim body aligning perfectly with his. “Everything’s going to be fine, honey. I’m going to keep you safe.”

“You feel so right,” she said, squeezing him. “I’ve decided, I’m not going to worry about the future tonight.”

Her hand grazed down his T-shirt, feeling its way to his belt buckle. He felt his cock swelling and put out a hand to stop her.

“Honey. What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m picking up where we left off.”

Hell.

“I don’t think?—”

“You heard what your friends said,” she said, rising onto her tiptoes until her lips were close to his ear. “We should get some rest .”

She pulled away and took off her tank top, standing in front of him in a simple cotton bra and a pair of denim shorts hanging off her slim hips.

“What do you say, Rogue?”

Double hell. Even if he were a stronger man, she was impossible to resist. “I think …” His mind wasn’t working well enough to finish that sentence.

Bea laughed. “I like you speechless,” she said. “I’ll like you even better when you take this off,” she said, tugging on the edge of his T-shirt. There was humor in her voice, but she knew exactly what she was doing to him, the little temptress.

“Are you sure?” he asked. He liked this fearless version of her, but he didn’t want to scare her.

“I’m sure,” she said. Her hand went to the button of her shorts and paused there, making it clear she wouldn’t move until he’d taken care of his own clothes.

Rogue had never been shy about his body. He was also in the best shape he’d been in years, thanks to all the training the team had been doing. Within moments, he’d shed his clothes and stood naked in front of her.

Bea’s shorts hit the floor an instant later.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

“So are you,” she said, running her hands along his chest, careful not to touch the still-healing scars along his chest.

Rogue reached behind her and expertly unclipped her bra. Her small, perky breasts called to him. He covered them with his hands.

“They’re small,” she said.

“The perfect size,” he said, bringing a nipple into his mouth and suckling gently. She gave a little moan of appreciation. “You like that, honey?”

In response, she pulled him to her other breast. “More.”

“More,” he readily agreed.

Her hand came out to touch his cock, no longer as shy as the first time they’d been together, and now it was his turn to groan.

“Stop,” he said, pulling her hand away gently. “Or this will be over too quickly.”

He lifted her easily in his arms and brought her to the narrow berth, placing her on the edge so he could kneel beside her.

“There. Open your legs for me, honey.”

Placing his hands gently on her thighs, he leaned closer, breathing in her sweet, slightly spicy scent. He drew out the moment, relishing the way her breaths quickened. So responsive. Soon, he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to taste her. He had to know if her pussy tasted as sweet as it looked. He brought his lips gently against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, moving higher and higher. So soft. He kept his touch light, not wanting to hurt her with his 5 o’clock shadow beard. He should have shaved. But then, he’d never, in his wildest dreams, imagined he’d be doing this right now.

“Please,” Bea said, her forehead scrunched in concentration. The closer he got to her beautiful pussy, the tighter her hands gripped the sheet.

And then he was finally there. His first kiss was chaste—or would have been chaste if he’d been kissing her anywhere else. He almost came. She tasted even more delicious than he’d imagined. Like the sweetest, ripest fruit. His tongue lapped at her labia, using broad, flat strokes. Fuck it, he’d never tasted anything this good before.

Bea writhed, her hips rising to get closer to his mouth. Rogue agreed with the sentiment—he wanted her closer. He wanted to be inside her. Holding on to her hips to keep her in position, he allowed himself to explore all the sweet spots, from her labia to her clit and back again, circling around rhythmically.

Bea’s breathing became more labored.

“Don’t stop, Rogue. Please ,” she whispered.

Rogue would have raised his head to reassure her, but that would have forced him to stop, so instead he gripped her thighs tighter, bringing her body even closer to his mouth.

He wasn’t stopping. He didn’t ever want to stop. And then Bea was coming in his mouth. Her pelvic muscles contracted; her toes pointed. She gripped his upper arms hard, her small fingers digging into his muscles with more strength than he would have given her credit for.

Rogue slowed down but didn’t stop, lapping away at her juices, waiting for her orgasm to subside.

Eventually, it was Bea who sat up, effectively pushing him away. There was a wide, surprised look in his eyes. “I didn’t realize that was possible.”

“Oral sex?” he asked, and fuck if it didn’t feel great to know he’d been the first to do that.

“It was … the most incredible feeling in the world, Rogue. Thank you.”

“It was incredible,” he agreed, his heart strangely full.

He kept his touch gentle but couldn’t stop his hands from roaming her beautiful body. She was slim but soft in all the right places, and his hands couldn’t get enough of her. When he reached the side of her breasts, she pulled at his hands, placing them right over her nipples, letting him know where she wanted him.

Bea

Rogue pinched her nipples in the most delicious way.

It wasn’t something Bea had ever thought of doing when she touched herself. She’d always figured her breasts were too small, too uninteresting, to provide much pleasure. She scoffed at the thought, now as Rogue stretched her nipples, the light pull connecting directly with her pussy, as if the two were tied by an invisible thread.

God. She’d come so hard—with his mouth on her, something she’d never even imagined possible—and already she wanted more. But this time, she wanted him . She wanted Rogue inside her.

Bea shivered as Rogue kissed down the side of her neck, his mouth making a map of erogenous areas. “Rogue,” she whispered.

“Yes?” he acknowledged, in between gentle love bites.

“I want you inside me.”

His arms tightened around her. “Are you sure?”

She almost howled.

Am I sure? I’m so sure I’m about to combust.

Her hands gripped Rogue’s thick upper arms. She didn’t have all the right words for how she was feeling—hot and wet, yes, but those were woefully inadequate words for everything that was going on inside her. “I want you, Rogue. I’m ready,” she said, looking pointedly at his cock. He was clearly ready as well, his cock standing out long and proud against his muscled belly, the purple head glistening.

A stab of concern hit her, then. What if he was too big, and ? —

“What did you think about just now?” he asked.

“What if you don’t fit?” she blurted out before she could stop herself. As soon as she said it, she regretted it, knowing it was a ridiculous thing to say. But Rogue didn’t laugh. Instead, he pulled his body closer to hers so their bodies were aligned, and caressed her cheek gently with his fingers.

“Hey, look at me, honey.” He took a shuddering breath. “I promise I would never, ever hurt you, Bea. You can tell me to stop at any point. I will always stop.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he asked.

“Okay, but go back to what you were doing earlier, on my neck.”

“This?” he asked.

That.

Her fears eased as quickly as they’d come. She trusted Rogue completely and knew he would never hurt her. All she had to do was feel and enjoy?—

The sound of plastic tearing made her open her eyes again.

Oh. A condom.

That made sense. She’d completely forgotten about that. Thank God he hadn’t. She watched, entranced, as he rolled it onto his thick cock. She wanted to help but wasn’t sure how to do so. And then he was back.

“Bend your knees, Bea,” he asked. He spread her legs as wide as they could go. Bea focused on keeping still, though her muscles started quivering. “Relax for me.”

His clever fingers touched her down there, just where she needed him. And then it wasn’t just his fingers there. His cock lined up against her, hot and thick. He pressed against her, and there was a feeling of intense pressure as he slid inside.

Pressure and heat.

Bea bit her lower lip as the pressure grew. She was being stretched open, and it felt?—

“Keep looking at me, Bea.”

Her eyes met his. In his eyes, there was passion and tenderness, and something else, that?—

His cock pushed deeper, until she felt him push through the barrier.

Oh my God.

She’d thought she’d felt him before, but that was nothing compared to the all-consuming sense of fullness she felt now. Full to the point of pain, then just … full.

Inside her, Rogue held himself very still. Bea wasn’t ignorant. She knew about her hymen—had been told time and time again how important it was to protect it. And now it was gone.

The sense of relief was overwhelming. She felt her tense muscles relax. Within moments, the slight pain shifted to pleasure. Bea’s hips moved of their own accord, looking to get even closer to Rogue. He’d been holding back, but now seemed to sense the change in her and began sliding slowly in and out of her.

Nothing—nothing—could have prepared her for this pleasure. The way every time he bottomed out inside her, he pressed against her pubic bone in the most delicious way.

“This is …” She bit her lip, unable to finish the sentence. “I need …”

“Tell me what you need, honey,” he said through clenched teeth.

He’s still holding himself back. His hand came between them, his fingers sliding up and down her clit. It was the combination of that touch and the slow, deep penetration that did it, lighting up a flame that grew, and grew … until it turned into fireworks inside her.

Oh. My. God.

It was an explosion that started in her pussy but traveled like lighting up her body, down each of her limbs. Her toes curled, hard enough that she thought they might cramp. She laughed the ridiculous thought away.

Rogue’s hips pistoned in and out, drawing out her pleasure until he stilled deep inside her. A deep, ragged groan escaped him as he reached his own orgasm.

She felt a slight burning sensation as he left her—more discomfort than pain—but nothing could replace the languorous feeling that had taken over her body. He kissed down her forehead, her cheeks, until he reached her mouth, his kisses light and tender.

“How are you feeling?” Rogue asked, his mouth against hers. “I didn’t hurt you?”

She shook her head quickly, knowing he wouldn’t do it again if he thought he was hurting her. And she wanted to do it again. She kissed him back, to reassure him but also because she wanted to keep touching him.

“I didn’t know it would feel like this amazing,” she said truthfully. He seemed happy to hear this.

“Let me get rid of this. I’ll be right back,” he said, taking off the condom.

Bea pulled the sheet against her body, watching his beautiful, muscled body as he pulled on his jeans and left the cabin. She stretched her toes, enjoying the tingling feeling, a faint reminder of what had just happened. Back when she was at school, girls talked about sex all the time. In the last years, Bea had tried not to think about it, except to hope that, when it happened, it wouldn’t be too awful. She’d never imagine it could feel like this.

Then her mind—her stupid, unreasonable mind—conjured up Oscar Aguilar. The thought that her first time might have been with him, instead of with Rogue, was enough to make her want to vomit. She quickly forced the darkness back. She wasn’t going to let Aguilar steal this moment away from her—from them.

Rogue was back moments later. He hadn’t bothered to put on a belt, so his jeans hung low enough on his hips that she could see the thin line of hair heading down. Bea felt something tighten inside her.

“Is there any room for me?” he asked, eying the narrow cot.

Bea inched closer to the wall and pulled at the sheet to make space.

Rogue sat down next to her. In his hand, he carried a wash cloth.

“Is this okay?”

She mumbled her assent, enjoying the warm, delicious feeling. When Rogue pulled it back from between her legs, the wash cloth was stained pink. She felt her own cheeks redden.

“Are you sore?”

“Were you sore the first time you did it?” Bea asked.

Rogue laughed. “I don’t remember, but it’s different for men, I think.”

“I’m okay. I’m more than okay, actually. I could do it again.”

Rogue settled in beside her, his long, muscled body angled protectively against hers. “I’m not eighteen anymore, honey. I’m going to need a bit of time.” Around them, the boat rocked gently. Bea listened to the soft sounds of the sea, realizing she’d never felt in her life felt this safe, this protected.

“This is nice,” she said sleepily.

Rogue’s reply was a kiss against the back of her head.