Free Rose (Road Kill MC #3) by Marata Eros

his fingers like a satisfied cat. “Sweet pussy.”
    My face heats. “Thanks, I guess.”
    Noose's golden-brown brows lift. “I know what I'm talking about, Rose.”
    I fold my arms, and he rolls my yoga pants back in place and slowly lowers me to the floor. His size dwarfs me.
    “You don't always think about what you're saying.”
    Noose shrugs. “Best pussy I've tasted.”
    “Well your cock is the best I've tasted.”
    Noose cages me against the pegboard with his powerful arms. “Yeah? Sucked a lot of cock?” His eyes are slivers of silver.
    I let him sweat it for a few seconds.
    “Rose,” he says, voice dangerously low. He reaches out, picking up a heavy piece of my hair and spinning it around his finger until his hands is caught in it, trapped at my nape. “Well?”
    His eyes turn molten, and I ask him, “How do you like thinking I've got all kinds of dicks to compare to and I think yours is the best?”
    He frowns.
    I laugh.
    His frown deepens to a scowl. “Don't.”
    “Hmmm. Well then, I know you've been with a twat parade. You don't have to mention it.”
    Noose barks out a laugh. “Twat parade?”
    I nod. “Yes.”
    He pulls me into his arms. “Maybe, but there's only one twat I want.”
    Then he pulls my yoga pants to my ankle and drapes my leg over his shoulder.
    “Noose—don't. Someone might—” I groan as he sinks to his knees, pushing his finger inside me again and pressing his tongue flat on my clit. “Oh God.” My head falls back against the pegboard.
    Noose is relentless, lapping at my pussy with a precision that has me coming in two minutes.
    He hums low in his throat, lips locked to my clit, and the vibration of his voice brings another wave of light pulsing, sinking into my skin and my soul.
    I wear Noose's mouth, his finger deep inside me, his voice thrumming through my flesh, and I forget everything but him.
    The man.
    The moment.

11
    Noose
     
    I lean over the railing of the tiny balcony on my tenth-floor unit, staring at the cars and people moving below like toys moved by the hand of an invisible giant. After another drag of my cig, I push rings into the air. I center them, throwing them into the sky, locomotive style.
    “Noose.”
    I turn, leaning back against the railing. “Hey, babe.”
    My eyes run down her body. Not much to see. Rack is covered in one of my T-shirts. Rose is so small, my T-shirt comes to mid-thigh on her. Little long for my taste. I'd love to see a hint of that sweet pussy.
    When my gaze works its way back up to her face, she gets that hot look of embarrassment mixed with lust. Love that fucking combo.
    I mash the cig out in a Road Kill ashtray on a two-seater table that's shoved into the corner of the balcony.
    “Some view.” Rose peeks from the safety of inside, and I grab her, jerking her out onto the balcony.
    “Noose!” she shrieks.
    “I got ya.” I hold her tightly, letting her feet dangle between mine. I kiss her nose. Then I get carried away and start kissing her eyelids, mouth, and jaw.
    “Fuck, can't get enough.” And I can't. Every bit of her is good.
    “Put me back inside,” she says, whacking me on my back. I ignore her, kissing the soft skin between her earlobe and collarbone. Dee-lish.
    “Please.”
    I pull away. Her eyes are genuinely frightened. Must have a thing with heights.
    I walk her back inside and close the glass slider without looking. She backs up, and I prowl after her.
    “You have that look,” she says warily.
    I thumb my chest and chuckle. “The one where I tell you with my eyes that we're gonna fuck?”
    Rose nods quickly. “Yeah,” she says breathlessly. “That one.”
    She spins and takes off running. Her bare legs are lightly toned. Gorgeous.
    Love her spirit. I chase her through the hall then grab her around the waist, lifting her. She squeals, and I smile.
    Love her. Love everything about her.
    “You can't want to again!” she shouts.
    I turn her so fast, she stumbles, and I push her back on my