Chapter 38

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Bea

B ea’s hands shook so hard, the black print swirled in front of her eyes. She placed the paper on Rogue’s kitchen counter, smoothing it with her palms, her fingers passing right over the ornate university crest.

Congratulations on your acceptance— Her breath sped up as she read the rest. She was in. The University of Zurich wanted her.

She gripped the countertop, her body swaying with relief. She hadn’t until now realized how badly she’d wanted this, how afraid she’d been that the answer might be no .

She didn’t even hear the door opening it, then Rogue was there. He rushed to her side, his face a mask of concern.

“Bea? Sweetheart? What’s—” He stopped as he saw the paper.

“I’m in,” Bea said, her voice laced with wonder. “I’m in.”

Rogue pulled her into his arms. His smile was radiant. “That’s amazing. I never doubted it, Bea.”

Of course he hadn’t. He’d been nothing but supportive, every step of the way. She was the one who couldn’t seem to stop doubting herself.

“They’re lucky to have you, sweetheart.”

“You really think so? I’m?—”

Rogue raised her chin gently until they were staring into each other’s eyes. “You’re a caring, empathic individual, Bea,” he said. “You could be doing anything with your life, but you’ve decided this is what you want to do. So yes, believe me when I say they are lucky to have you.”

Bea relaxed into his touch. She had to stop second-guessing the good things that happened to her. Like this. This moment right here. This was a good thing. She and Rogue, together.

She raised herself on tiptoes, wrapping her hands around his neck. Their mouths found each other, his lips strong and smooth and warm. Pleasure soared through her. It was like their first kiss all over.

“We should celebrate,” he said. There was a slight hitch to his voice, and she flushed with pleasure when she realized she was the one who had made him breathless.

“We should,” she agreed, taking a small step back.

“Let me take you out to dinn…” His words died off as she pulled off her sweater and top in one single move, so she stood there in her bra and jeans. “Or we could stay in,” he finished, his eyes drinking her in.

“Let’s stay in,” she said, emboldened by the desire she saw in his stare. Her hands teased the button of her jeans.

“Allow me,” Rogue said, his larger hand coming to join hers. He made short work of the button and the zipper and peeled her jeans off, leaving her clad in her plain white cotton bra and panties.

His finger touched her over the light cotton. She rolled her hips into his touch. She loved it when he rubbed her clit through her panties. She could come just from this light touch. She could—And then he stopped.

Bea whimpered. “Rogue, I need?—”

“I know what you need.” He undid the clasp of her bra and pulled her panties down, then picked her up as if she didn’t weigh anything, bringing her to bed. Bea was in the process of lying down, but his hands on her hips stopped her.

“On all fours, honey.”

“What?”

“Get on all fours. Elbows on the bed.”

This, they hadn’t done before. So many firsts. So much pleasure to be had. Bea didn’t hesitate, because she trusted him completely, and because she’d loved everything they’d done together so far.

“Fuck, but your ass is beautiful,” he said, caressing her globes in turn. Bea felt herself get soaked. “I’m going to fuck you so deep, Bea. You’ll feel me all day tomorrow.”

Bea shivered, her pussy clenching at his words. She loved it when he talked dirty. He turned to grab something behind him, heard him tear open the condom wrapper.

“No,” she said, turning so they faced each other.

“No?”

“I need to feel all of you, Rogue.”

“Honey, you don’t know what you’re saying, we?—”

“Please. I trust you, and I started taking the pill as soon as we arrived in Zurich. It’s safe.”

“Are you sure? I’m clean, honey. We’re tested every?—”

“I trust you,” she said, stopping him with a kiss. She felt him let out a harsh breath, then their breaths mingled, the kiss hard and frantic—wild.

“Fuck,” he said, when he finally moved away to breathe. “You drive me crazy. Absolutely crazy.”

Pleasure soared through her as his hand grabbed onto her hips, positioning her exactly where he wanted. He entered her in a single thrust, his thick cock filling her completely, stealing her breath. And then he started moving, relentless, his grip on her hips hard enough she knew she’d have bruises the next day. Not that she cared.

He was deeper than he’d ever been before, and she loved it—loved the closeness of his big body as he pistoned in and out of her. Then one of his hands left her hip and slid to her clit, strumming it in rhythm to his thrusts. Pleasure soared through her, spiraling her faster and faster towards completion. Her arms shook against the mattress.

“Rogue. I’m going to?—”

“Not yet,” he panted. “Hold on for me, honey.”

He shifted his hips, his cock hitting parts of her she hadn’t even known existed. And it was so good, so good, she wanted to scream, she wanted to?—

Oh. Oh. “I can’t … I can’t hold back,” she whimpered.

“Then come with me, Bea. Let’s. Come. Together,” he growled, every word punctuated by one of those magnificent thrusts. And then she was spiraling, off the cliff, her pussy clenching around his cock. And she knew exactly the moment he reached his own completion, because his body shook against hers.

Boneless, she let him lead her down onto her side. He was still inside her, softening gently, the ultimate intimacy. He pulled her against him, spooning her tightly, and for the longest time neither of them spoke. Finally, Rogue was the one to break the silence.

“I love you, Bea.”

His words had her turning her head. She looked into his eyes, so full of emotion, wondering how she ever could have thought his eyes cold.

“I love you, too, Rogue. So much.”

Eventually, he got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. She enjoyed the way the thick muscles in his back rippled. He had scars—lots of them—but they didn’t detract from his beauty.

On the way back to bed, he stopped by the window and ripped the curtains fully open.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I know you like waking up to the light.”

Something prickled behind her eyes. She’d never told him. She’d pulled one side of the curtain open, to make sure the room wasn’t completely dark, but she’d never told him how much she needed the light. And yet, he’d figured it out. Because that was the kind of man he was—a man who noticed and cared .

“But … won’t it bother you tomorrow morning?” The bed dipped as Rogue got in beside her. He pulled her in tight, her back against his front. The warmth was delicious.

“Nothing can bother me as long as we’re together, Bea.”