Free Rock Me Slowly by Dawn Sutherland Page B

he pulls away from me and grabs my robe. He wraps it around me reverentially and kisses me on the forehead once more.
    Just as I thought we were finally getting intimate after me dismissing the issue of my job, he turns away from me and walks out of the bathroom with not another word.

Chapter 6
Josh
    I had to get out of that bathroom after that fucking kiss. It was explosive. Her lips tasted so damn soft and full. I could feel her melting under my touch and it took everything inside of me not to pick her up and have my way with her against the wall. I have kissed literally thousands of girls and bedded pretty much the same but I have never in all my life felt anything like that. The pure intensity of it has me wanting to explode in my pants; I never thought it was possible to nearly come just from a kiss.
    A kiss, fuck it felt more than that, that is exactly the reason why I had to get out of that bathroom as soon as possible. I couldn’t fucking breathe, what the hell am I getting involved with here? I want her but I’m so confused about my feelings about everything. I have never been the type of guy that wants to cuddle after fucking. I fuck until I orgasm then I either leave them or I chuck the girl out. I sound like a complete douche, but hell I can’t deal with that kind of deep emotional bearing of the souls, it’s just too personal. Sex has never been anything more than a means to an end for me. I blame my fucking mother for me having that outlook. She was a heartless bitch that never showed me one ounce of love and now I have turned into the one thing that I never wanted to become, a detached and soulless prick.
    I head back into the entertainment room and pour myself a large bourbon to try and calm myself down. How could I have not noticed the signs, this is more than an attraction that I’m feeling for Sophie. I really don’t want to admit it, but I think I’m falling for her and hard. That is exactly the reason why I can’t let it go any further.
    Fuck I sound like a damned hypocrite. I fucking chased her and hounded her until she admitted she felt something for me and now I’m the one backing away from her!
    I rake my hands through my longish hair and brace myself against the wall. The only thing that I will end up doing to Sophie is hurting her. One way or another I will break her fucking heart into a million different pieces and there will be no way she would be able to repair it. I’m hurting myself in the process but Sophie is my main concern. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to stomach seeing her being touched by another man but I’m doing it for her. The last thing I want to see is Sophie heartbroken and ruined for other men.
    I notice that Mickey is still up and watching me curiously. Of all the guys to have watched my meltdown of sorts, it had to be Mickey. Mickey and I have a love/hate relationship, I love him he hates me. He hates me for taking a one night stand away from him a year ago. Seriously, that dude needs to lighten up. It’s not as if the one nighter would have even led to anything. Mickey just fucks then leaves, I just happened to do it first. I could totally understand it if I had took his girlfriend. In fact, I think I did the guy a favour she was a shit lay. She had absolutely no idea what the hell she was doing. I would actually doubt if she was over nineteen. Yet he still won’t let the subject drop. He’s like a god damned woman bitching 24/7 about the one that got away. Please, give me a fucking break.
    “Well Josh looks like you are getting pretty flustered over little Sophie, aint ya?” Mickey says sardonically and I have to grit my teeth together to stop me from lashing out at him. This is one woman he can keep his grubby hands off of. It is besides the point that I’m not claiming Sophie for myself, but I will step into the seventh circle of hell before I let Mickey have her.
    “Mickey, go fuck yourself.” Words can’t actually express how amazing Sophie