Never Let You Go: Save Me Series Book 2 Page 12

  He couldn’t help it. Amelia did things to him that he had never felt with any other woman, not even Susan, who apparently he had once loved. That had to have meant something. His boldness in kissing her in her car was even out of character for him - he never moved so fast and the fact that he had scared him. Those fears were quickly brushed aside when he realized that it all felt right. To hell with those who would say he moved too fast. Some might even accuse him of already seeing Amelia before he had even divorced Susan. To hell with all of them too. It was none of their business. He had to do what made him happy.

  The only major factor through all of it was Justin - he was already going through a huge adjustment with not having Susan around. Granted, his mother hadn’t played a huge part in taking care of him to begin with, but bringing in another woman had the huge possibility of confusing the kid. Rodney would have to think about all of that.

  After his shower, he gathered up all of their fishing gear and put it in the truck. Justin was bouncing off of the walls with excitement and when Rodney mentioned that Amelia was coming along, Justin couldn’t contain his excitement. That was a good sign and it eased some of Rodney’s anxiety. At least Justin liked Amelia. Would he share that same emotion when he realized his father had feelings for her? Justin was young - it wasn’t like dealing with a teenager going through divorce.

  Amelia was ready to go when he got to her house. She looked amazing in her yellow sun dress and hat, her wavy blond hair flowing down on her shoulders. The back of the dress exposed her tan skin and Rodney found himself imagining what it would feel like to kiss her there. He had to push those thoughts aside. Justin was with them. He’d lose focus and this was a marathon. It wasn’t a sprint. For all he knew, Amelia had thought about the kiss just like he had and she might’ve decided it wasn’t a good thing.

  Her smile said otherwise as she climbed in the truck. Her vanilla scent wafted into the cab and again, Rodney imagined things he wanted to do to her. He felt his face warm up as if Amelia was in his mind.

  “You look great,” Rodney said, unable to keep his mouth shut.

  “Thank you! So do you!” She looked at Justin in the back seat and waved. “Hey, Justin! Thank you for letting me come fishing with y’all again!”

  “We’re gonna catch so many fish, Amelia!” The boy’s eyes lit up and he fidgeted in his booster seat.

  When they got to the lake, Rodney set up a blanket and pulled the cooler from the truck bed. Amelia helped him spread it out and Rodney got Justin’s fishing pole ready to go. Padding toward the edge of the lake, he cast out his pole as well as two others and looked over toward Amelia, who was making a sandwich for Justin.

  Making sure Justin was out of earshot, Rodney pecked her on the cheek, relaxing when she didn’t pull away. “I thought a lot about this morning, Amelia.”

  “Me too.”

  “You don’t think I’m an asshole?”

  She pulled her sunglasses down, watching Justin splash through a puddle, his focus fading away from fishing and on playing in mud instead. “Why would I think you’re an asshole?”

  Rodney checked each fishing line, including Justin’s Mickey Mouse pole and leaned back on the blanket. “I don’t know.”

  Amelia grabbed his hand and kissed the back of it, sending a chill down his spine. Her soft lips were mesmerizing. “If you’re talking about the fact that you just divorced Susan, you need to stop, Rodney. Your relationship ended a long time ago. You both were mentally checked out months before you both signed those papers. So no, you’re not moving too fast. If I thought you were, I would’ve punched you instead of kissing you this morning.”

  Her straightforward honesty is what Rodney needed. “You would’ve punched me, huh? I think you’ll be able to hold your own with Phillip.” He laughed and kissed her, making it quick before Justin spotted them. “I want you to join us for dinner tonight at my place. Do you have to work at the bar?”

  “Nope. I’m off. I don’t usually work Sunday evenings.”

  “Good. Let’s try and round up Justin. That’ll take an hour by itself.”

  ***

  Amelia paced down the hallway and living room as she waited on Rodney. He was busy fighting Justin to get in the bathtub. The kid was covered in mud from playing at the lake and hearing their arguing made her laugh. She would’ve gone into help but she didn’t want to overstep her boundaries. To Justin, she was just a friend. She didn’t want to embarrass him by barging in and making things worse.

  Stopping at a picture on the mantle, she noticed a man in a firefighter uniform with the American flag behind him. He looked almost identical to Rodney. Possibly a brother?

  “That’s Jack.” Rodney’s voice pulled her from the picture, making her jump. He was holding Justin who was wrapped in a towel, his hair wet and crazy, appearing like his dad’s. He put Justin down and pointed toward the hallway. “Go get your pajamas on and brush your teeth. I’ll be in there in a minute to tuck you in.”

  “I don’t wanna go to bed!” The boy jumped in place, still overstimulated from the day.

  “Get your butt in there! You have school tomorrow!”

  “I’m sorry, Rodney. It’s probably because I’m here.”

  “No. This is every night. Justin, go do what I said or no iPad tomorrow.”

  That was enough inspiration for him to go, leaving her alone with Rodney again. “So, who is Jack?” Amelia pointed at the picture. “Your twin?”

  Rodney smiled but there was sadness behind his eyes. He traced his fingers over the frame. She didn’t see the engraved name until he took it off the mantle for a closer look. It said Jack Turner and had a birth date and death date.

  “He was my brother.”

  Was? She hated bringing it up. It was obviously a sad story. “I’m so sorry, Rodney. What happened?”

  “Lung cancer. From being a firefighter. And I’m sure you’re wondering why we have different last names. He’s my half brother. Same mom. His wife Alice is amazing. She moved away from here a few years back. She said this town reminded her too much of him. She’s got a boy of her own, just a little older than Justin. She named him Jack Junior. And the name fits. He’s just like his dad.”

  “That’s great, Rodney. Just like Justin is your twin.”

  Rodney put the frame back on the mantle and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna get him settled in bed. Feel free to pop open a bottle of wine or whatever you want.”

  She looked through his wine cabinet - there wasn’t much, and she wondered if that was due to Susan and her problems. She found a bottle of Moscato and the corkscrew but waited until he got back to make sure the choice was okay with him. It probably was but she got sidetracked by more pictures. There were several of him and Justin - fishing, swimming, and a few formal ones. She even spotted a few of who she assumed was Susan, though there weren’t many. It was sad how addiction impacted so many people. Seeing her, Amelia would’ve never guessed the woman had those kinds of problems.

  Rodney walked up behind her and hugged her from behind, his arms wrapping around her waist, making her feel safe. He kissed the back of her head and she felt the warmth between her legs. She had to be careful. She couldn’t move too fast or it’d scare him off.

  Turning to face him, he kept his arms around her and rested his forehead on hers. “He fell asleep not long after I started reading to him.”

  “He was so hyper. He must’ve hit a wall.”

  “He really likes you. All he could talk about was how he loves having you fish with us.” Rodney pulled away and noticed the bottle of wine on the cabinet. “Moscato, huh? I don’t have a lot of options for obvious reasons.”

  “I waited to open it to make sure you’re good with it.”

  Rodney picked the bottle up and read the label before setting it down. His gaze changed, his jaw clenched as he moved toward her again. He was focused solely on her and it made her pulse race. What was on his mind? What was he about to do?

 
; “I’ve got a better idea,” he whispered, gently guiding her backward until she was pushed into a wall, unable to move. Pinning her against it, his lips pressed hard into hers, his mouth opening, his tongue searching deep inside her mouth. The kiss was deeper and more sensual than that morning and Amelia let out a deep moan, originating in her throat.

  One hand cupped her cheek, the other moved down her neck, skimming her breast. His touch made the warmth in her panties deeper and she felt the wetness against the fabric.

  “I can’t fight this anymore,” Rodney whispered, his breath tickling her neck as his tongue licked her jaw.

  “Me… either.” Her response came out in pants and she yelped when his hand slipped underneath her shirt and back up to her breast, kneading her, gently at first, and then harder as he kissed her again.

  “Tell me if you want me to stop.” He looked into her eyes, his hand moving from under her shirt. She missed his touch but it was back again, this time between her legs, his fingers massaging her in her most intimate area above her jeans, the friction invigorating and arousing. Spreading her legs for easier access, he traced her folds and she was certain her panties were completely soaked by now.

  “Let’s go to my bedroom. I don’t wanna wake Justin.”

  He guided her by inserting his index finger into her belt loop. It was playful and she giggled. Turning her around, he gently pushed her back onto the bed. Dipping his head, he kissed her again, her skin chafed from his five o’clock shadow. It was sexy and she got lost in the feel of the sandpaper against her. His mouth trailed down her chin, to her neck, nipping at her collarbone. His eyebrows wiggled as he helped guide her shirt over her head. He nipped at her breast against her bra, leaving a wet spot against the satin. Lifting her back, she unclasped the bra, the cold air hitting where her garment recently was.

  Her top half was completely exposed to him. He stood up and stared at her, admiring her body though she felt vulnerable. The only light in the room was from the lamp on the nightstand, but it was enough for Rodney to get the perfect view of her. She went to fold her arms out of a natural reaction but Rodney didn’t let her.

  “Why are you covering up? You’re beautiful, Amelia.”

  His compliment made her long for him. This was what she had wanted from the moment she met him, though she would’ve never moved so fast. They had developed a friendship first and now, they were turning into lovers. She felt safe. She felt like this was right. And when Rodney sucked on her nipple, she let out a gasp and moan, calling his name, hoping he had more for her. It hurt but it felt good, and he tormented one nipple and then the other, moving to each one, sucking, his teeth grazing the tender skin.

  She wanted to see him shirtless, so she reached for his clothing, pulling his shirt over the top of his head. His smooth skin was tanned, his rippling muscles turning her on even more. She ran her hands over them, feeling the taut skin on his stomach. Sitting up, she kissed each of his nipples too and it made him close his eyes and growl. Pushing her back again, he went right for her jeans, unsnapping them. He slipped her out of them with ease, fingering her against her panties.

  “You’re ready to go, aren’t you?” Rodney said, smiling. “You’re soaked.”

  He slid her panties down over her thighs and threw them in the pile of clothes on the floor. She was completely naked. Her vulnerability had faded. She was ready for whatever Rodney had to offer. She wanted this. She wanted to be with him.

  Spreading her legs, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, her ass hanging over the edge. Kneeling on the floor in front of her, he kissed up and down each of her thighs, blowing gently on her before his tongue flicked her clit. Her head fell back and she closed her eyes as he lapped at her, knowing the exact spots to suck and lick. She made sounds she never knew she could, calling his name, breathing hard as he continued, never letting up. She yelped when he inserted two fingers, her back arching from the amazing pleasure that shot through her body. Her legs shook and he held her down. His two-day old stubble was rough on her but it heightened the painful pleasure. It felt so good that she thought she might black out. Reaching down, she intertwined her fingers in his hair, pushing his face against her, his mouth like a suction cup on her clit, making her come quickly.

  Lifting his head, he stood up again, smiling. “I think you liked that, Amelia.”

  She laid back and stared up at the ceiling, attempting to catch her breath. When she opened her eyes again, and he was taking his jeans off. His erection clung on his boxers and she admired his size. He was much bigger than any man she had ever been with, his length and girth beautiful but also intimidating.

  He ran his hand up and down his shaft, pausing when he got to the head. A drizzle of pre-cum was on the tip and she reached out, taking over the job of pleasuring him. His erection was rock hard and ready to go, and she cupped his balls with her other hand. He closed his eyes and a hiss escaped his lips.

  Taking her hands, he scooted her against the pillows and positioned himself between her legs. He leaned over her and rummaged through the nightstand, pulling a condom from the top drawer. Sliding it on, he pinched her nipple again, catching her off guard.

  “Be gentle,” Amelia whispered. “I’ve never…”

  Before she could finish the sentence he had plunged into her, only halfway in. She had never felt something so good, even though it did hurt a little. He put his arms on either side of her and kissed her forehead, pushing his hips forward a bit more, allowing her to adjust to his size.

  “You okay?” he asked, barely audible and she nodded. His necklace dangled in front of her face and it was the first time she got a good glimpse - it was a small, metallic cross.

  Her answer made him thrust deeper until he was completely inside. Amelia spread her legs farther, longing for him, feeling his sweat drip down on her. She rested her palms against his muscled chest, his breathing rapid as he pulled out and shoved back in, going so deep that she could feel him against her cervix.

  “Oh… Rodney.”

  Repeating the motion, he pumped several more times, groaning, saying her name, both their hips moving up and down, meeting each other. The pain was completely gone. Now it was ecstasy and Amelia couldn’t control what her body was doing.

  “I’m coming…” Rodney said, panting as he collapsed, catching himself before he fell on her. Resting on his elbows, she felt the condom fill with his seed then he went limp, pumping a few more times before he pulled out. He didn’t move away at first, the veins in his neck tight as he closed his eyes. “Damn… damn, Amelia.”

  She kept her legs spread, missing the torment from his size. No one had ever made love to her like that. He pushed off of her and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He threw the condom in a nearby trash can and slid back into the bed, hugging her from behind. His fingers smoothed between her legs. She was extra sensitive from the attention he had given her.

  “You okay?” he asked again, nuzzling her neck.

  “I’ve never been better.”

  “How many times did you come?”

  She had never been with a man who was concerned about her satisfaction in bed. Most did their thing and didn’t care if she got anything out of it. Not that she had slept with many men, but Phillip came to mind. It was all about him.

  “More than once. I couldn’t keep count.”

  “Good. Give me about fifteen minutes and I’ll make you come more than once again.”

  Amelia smiled. They both had to work tomorrow but nothing would pull her away from the night they were sharing together. Being exhausted would be completely worth it.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Rodney woke up and felt Amelia beside him. Glancing at the alarm clock, he smiled when he saw that it was a little past three AM. They still had a few hours together and he skimmed his hand down her arm. Her back was pressed into him and he wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her petite frame nestling like the perfect puzzle piece against him. She murmured something he didn’t
understand and took a deep breath.

  He took the moment to enjoy just being with her. Her vanilla scent was still strong and he kissed her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. He felt his arousal growing again, wondering where the energy was coming from. Before they had both finally fell asleep around midnight, they had made love two more times and now he was ready for more.

  He wondered if this was really happening. How could he feel the emotions he was experiencing with Amelia so fast and never feel them with Susan throughout the years they were married? There was something about this woman that was completely different, and that had to mean something, even if those on the outside might construe the whole situation as them moving way too fast. After making love to her, it wasn’t a worry anymore. It was no one else’s business, and if anyone else ever experienced what he had with her, they’d completely understand it all.

  Amelia scooted closer, her ass grinding against him and it definitely was on purpose. The skin on skin contact made Rodney feel like he was about to burst and he slid one hand between her legs, tracing her folds, rubbing her clit gently, listening to her breathing become quick and labored. She lifted her top leg and rested it on him, allowing him deeper access. Slipping one finger inside of her, she was warm and ready and his arousal got harder as it rested against the small of her back.

  He wanted to take his time. The alarm would go off soon and they’d have to get their day started but right now, he was going to savor this. There was no telling what the day would bring. Amelia might realize she had made a complete mistake with him and never want anything to do with him again. But right now he had her in his bed, her legs spread, his finger probing deep inside of her, her body begging to come.

  “Rodney…” she panted and her hips gyrated as he slipped another finger inside.

  Making sure to hit all of her spots, his other hand moved around and pinched her nipple. She was fully aroused, her pants faster, her hips and ass moving hard enough that the headboard hit the wall. Her arousal was all over Rodney’s hand and he didn’t let up, fingers slipping in and out, the other hand kneading her breast.