29. A Plea

TWENTY-NINE

A PLEA

Play with Fire, Sam Tinnesz

Santiago

“What’s it going to be, Roe?” I ask her. After what feels like an eternity, she sits up and wraps her legs around my waist.

“I don’t care what you say as long as you fuck me, Saint,” she replies.

My dick is right at her entrance and co?o, she’s gonna kill me but I won’t back down. “Say it, Roe; say you’re mine.”

She’s fighting it. I can see it on her face. Her lips are closed tight and she looks away from me for the first time since I told her to keep her eyes on me. It’s taking every ounce of power I have not to drive into her right now but I won’t do it. I need to hear her say it.

“Say it, Roe.”

“You stubborn man, I’m yours, okay? Is that what you want to hear?”

Yes, Roe, it is.

I take those four letters and show her exactly how much I mean them. Mine . I drive into her hard, her pussy clenching around my cock immediately and I groan. Esta mujer me va a llevar a la locura ? 1 .

I use one hand to balance us on top of the bike, while the other one wraps around her back and pulls her flush against me. I slowly trace down her skin, causing goosebumps to form right under my fingertips. Her hands are around my neck, holding onto me and digging her nails into my skin. Her breathy moans next to my ear are driving me to show her exactly how much I want her. How much I need her.

My hand dips to her ass, lifting it and angling her better so I can hit that spot that makes her moan loudly against my ear.

“Hands above your head, princesa.” She obeys my command and places both hands on the handlebar. “Hold on to the handle bar and don’t let go. No matter what happens.” She nods and when I lean over her, hitting a sensitive spot inside of her, I know I have her right where I want her.

“Yes, Saint, I think that’s the…” she says but her moans stop her words and I know she’s about to come.

“No, not thinking, just feeling. Feel how hard I am for you.”

I drive into her harder, deeper, gripping her ass and digging my face into her neck. I can feel how close she is, and to be honest, so am I but if she doesn’t go, I won’t either.

“Feel how good you fit. Feel how perfect you are for me.”

She bites my ear and whispers, “Make me come, Saint, show me I’m yours.” She’s using my own words against me and damn it if I wasn’t already gone for her, this might have done it. My fucking undoing.

I bring my hand to her clit, and press my palm against it, making her detonate around me while screaming my name. Her screams and her clenching pussy against my cock make me explode, too.

“Yes, fill me up,” she begs, and could she be more perfect for me?

“Every ounce of my cum is yours, princesa,” I growl as I drive in again and again until she’s limp in my arms, draped over me. I’m spent, completely taken by the girl who has no idea the hold she has on me.

“There they are,” Marco snarls when we make it back to the trailhead. All four of them are there waiting and some of the bikes are back on the trailers. I guess we took longer than we thought.

“We have six flags,” Roe announces with pride, but Marco smiles at her and shows off four flags in each hand. They got us by two flags.

“It’s fine, Roe, we didn’t even get one,” Joey says, smiling and waving us away when we all laugh at him.

We pack up and load the bikes and we’re about to leave when Roe stops me right behind her Jeep.

“Hey, you can ride with your friend, I got it. Thanks for fixing Lola, I’ll stop by to pay at some point tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, disappointed that I don’t get to spend more time with her.

“Yes, see you tomorrow for the party?” she asks, walking backward toward the driver’s side and I nod, standing there frozen in place.

“Good luck next time,” Marco shouts from his truck and Roe shuts the door of the Jeep and speeds out of here, flipping Marco off.

We ride back into town in silence. When we cross the railroad tracks to Baker Oaks’ town limits, Marco breaks the quiet by asking, “What’s the deal with you and Roe?”

“No deal, we’re just friends,” I reply.

“But you want to be more?” he asks and I don’t like his tone or the questioning. He’s never been interested in who I see before.

“Yeah, I do. I’m not gonna lie,” I reply. “What’s the deal with you and her? You seem to be bothered by everything she does.”

“Other than the fact that people like her are ruining the sport? This is a man’s sport and we let them in on their own class so we could be inclusive, but now they want in with us too? Pathetic. And for the record, she doesn’t do ‘friends,’ man. She’s a man-eater and a loner, other than the people who work for her and maybe a couple of other people. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her out with the same person more than once.”

My hands are in fists over my thighs, and I can barely contain my rage. “Watch how you speak about her, Marco. I’ve told you this three times now. We might be just friends but she deserves respect, even when she’s not around. Also, women in general don’t need men talking like that about them. Grow up a little.”

“Alright, alright, calm down,” he snaps, lifting his hand off the steering wheel. “I’m just saying, don’t get too attached to her.”

My phone pings with an incoming text that has her name on it. Marco looks down and after seeing it snarks, “Speak of the devil.”

Roe: Saint, can you stop by my place?

Me: Sure, what’s up?

Roe: I think someone was here again.

Me: Get back in the Jeep and lock the doors, I’ll be there soon.

Roe: I don’t like this at all.

Me: Get in the damn Jeep, Aurora. I mean it.

“Drop me off at her house, now,” I all but shout at him, and he knows better than to ask any questions.

I thank God and all the saints that this town is as small as it is. I It doesn’t take long to make it to her house. I also say another prayer, thanking them for this girl listening to me for the first time in her life, when I see her sitting in the Jeep.

“Thanks, man, don’t wait up,” I tell Marco before he drives away. I walk over to Roe and she’s physically shaking. Instead of checking out her house like I should, I open her door and pull her to me. She hugs me tightly, resting her head on my chest.

“I know I’m not crazy, Saint. It’s not a lot but I know someone has been there,” she says.

“What did they do?”

“My bed is made and I didn’t do that this morning,” she adds. Trying to pull away from me but I don’t let her, I hold her tightly and show her that I meant it when I said that I was hers and that she was mine. Mine to comfort, mine to protect. She might be used to being alone but now she won’t have to be.

“Okay, stay in the Jeep, I’ll be back,” I say and walk into her house.

I don’t find anything out of place but it feels eerie; too tidy for the chaos that is usually in this house. I wouldn’t call it messy, just chaotic. Roe usually forgets to put things back where they go. Sometimes I’m here for our running sessions and I’ll find a fork on the floor. When I ask about it, she just says she sat on the floor to eat and must have forgotten to pick it up. Or finding towels on every surface because she walks out of the shower and just leaves it out. I call it the Roe trail, leaving marks wherever she goes, including my heart.

“Hey,” I whisper to her when I get back out. She looks calmer but still not her usual self.

“Am I crazy? Am I making it all up?” she asks. Her voice is shaking and it breaks my heart in two to hear her like this. My girl, usually so confident and strong, but showing me vulnerability right now.

“No, princesa,” I reply, bringing my hand to her face and touching it gently. “You’re not. It looks normal but also is missing your touch. It’s too tidy, not very ‘Roe-esque’. Someone has been there.”

She closes her eyes and cusses softly so I can’t hear it. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. Tranquila. Let’s call the police and go from there,” I say, trying to be supportive but also trying to get to the end of this.

“And say what? Hi, my bed was made for me today,” she states, definitely annoyed.

“Well, you have to do something about it, and just FYI, we’re going to my place.”

She pulls her arm from my hold and looks at me like I just killed a kitten. “I’m not going to your place. There’s no reason for me to leave.”

“Roe, someone has been coming to your house when you’re not here. You won’t lock the damn door and you won’t go to the cops. Do you have a death wish?” I ask, frustrated as fuck but not wanting to piss her off more. The fact that I can be here for and protect her but she won’t let me is more upsetting than she probably knows.

“Everyone dies either way, it’s just a matter of time. If it’s in the plans for me to die today, there’s nothing we can do. You haven’t watched Final Destination and it shows.”

“This is your fucking life, Roe, not a movie,” I all but scream at her and she flinches for a second before she scrunches her eyebrows at me.

“Do not yell at me,” she says, pausing between each word. She might be tiny, but she’s scary as hell when she talks like that. “I’m staying in my house and you can’t make me do anything else.” She slams her Jeep door and stomps past me into her house, and once again, I chase her.

“Roe!” I shout, stepping in after her and following her back to her room.

Walking into her room, I’m caught off guard by the view. She’s already half undressed. I stop dead in my tracks, taken aback by her beauty. The windows are open and the natural light gives her a soft glow. She looks like she’s straight out of my dreams. She’s standing there in dark silky panties and a gray sports bra. Her straight blonde hair is falling down her back effortlessly. She catches me staring and smiles at me, hugging herself and grabbing the edges of her sports bra, pulling it up above her head and throwing it on the ground. Her perfect tits bouncing and her smile growing wider. Fuck me. She came to war and she’s not fighting fair.

“Aurora,” I hiss, my dick hard and straining in my pants. Twice today this girl has gotten me on the edge without even touching me.

“You know, Santiago , you only use my full name when you mean business. What business do you mean right now? Is that a plea or a curse? Is that a claim or a warning?” She pulls her panties down, dropping them on the floor and daintily steps out. She may be the one naked but she has stripped me bare. Bare of every wall that I carefully crafted for years. I met her with defenses that have protected me and my heart, and with every passing second we spend together, she has knocked them down.

Standing in front of her I say, “I already claimed you, princesa, and I think you might be the biggest curse. You came without warning and crashed into me, so what does that leave me with?” I bring my hand up to her face and tuck her hair behind her ear.

“A plea,” she whispers, breathy and untamed.

“A plea for what? A plea for you to have mercy on my soul, or a plea to ask you to help me keep you safe? If you don’t want to leave, fine, then I’m staying here. If you don’t want to lock the door, then let me take care of that. If that’s the plea, then I’m pleading too.”

“Fine,” she snaps and reaches for my face, searing my mouth with a scorching kiss, melting in my arms and taking my heart with her. I pull her to me by her hips, pressing my fingertips into her ass

Her hands grab my neck and I dip low, biting her neck and squeezing her ass at the same time. I bring my mouth to the shell of her ear and whisper, “You won’t distract me from the trouble at hand, princesa, but if you want to play, let’s fucking play.”

I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my hips, lowering her arms to tug off my shirt as I walk us to her bathroom. I don’t stop after that; kissing her deeply and getting lost in her.

The best part?

She absolutely lets me.

1 ? Llevar a la locura: Drive me crazy.