The Skulls, 12
Ten years ago Hardy made a mistake, and it nearly cost him Rose. Instead of facing the harsh reality of what he did, Hardy pretended it didn’t happen at all. Now, Rose has left him once again, but this time she’s not coming back. He can’t live without her. She is his reason for living, and with her being pregnant, he has to find a way of winning her back.
For too long Rose has made all the changes in her marriage. She’s done with fearing what might happen with Hardy. The baby growing inside her is all she needs. What Rose didn’t plan on was for Hardy to completely change, becoming the man she always wanted in her life.
Can their marriage heal from old wounds? Can Hardy prove to Rose that she has nothing to fear? Will she stick around to see how good it could actually be for them? How far will Hardy go to win the woman who owns his heart?
“Not tonight, not yet. When I fuck you, Rose, you’re going to have my ring back on your finger, and you’re going to let me back in here.” He pressed his hand over her heart. “I’m not going to accept anything less.” Hardy leaned in close so his nose was against her throat. “It doesn’t mean I can’t play, and give you what you need.”
“I need you, Hardy.”
He caressed down her body going to the front of her ratty old shirt. The shirt went to mid-thigh. She couldn’t look away from him as he teased his fingers slid up the inside of her left thigh. Gasping, Rose would have fallen if it hadn’t been for Hardy’s hands holding her up. He cupped her pussy, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties, sliding over her slit, up to her clit. Hardy circled the bud then slid down to her cunt.
“You’re wet for me, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you, Hardy. I want you pushing me against the bed and fucking me so hard that I’m screaming for it.”
“I want to suck your cock until you’re hard for me, then I want to push you to the bed, and climb on top. I know you love it when I ride you.”
“Fuck, baby, you know how to get a man hot for you.” He sucked on her neck, and she moaned as his tongue flicked across her pulse. She was hyper aware, and no one could stop or tame her need in that moment.
Hardy went from fucking her with his fingers to stroking over her clit. Each touch heightened her arousal a little more. It had been too long since he’d touched her. Before she was pregnant they’d been using each other.
Wrong. You’d been using him.
You selfish bitch.
You need to stop.
She cut off all thought and focused on Hardy’s touch.
“When you’re ready for me, Rose, I’m going to fuck you so damn hard you’re not going to remember your fucking name.”
“Yes,” she said, begging him for more.
He flicked her clit, pinching, and caressing.
She couldn’t hold off her orgasm anymore, and she came, screaming his name.
Hardy held her throughout giving her the comfort, and the support that only he could.
This is your man. The love of your life.
He picked her up in his arms, carrying her to her bed. Hardy settled her inside, cupping her cheek.
“You can stay,” she said.
“Not until you’re ready for me. I told you, Rose, I’m not going to take your for granted. I’m going to earn my place in your life, and in your heart.”