Save Me (Rock Romance #4) Read Online Free PDF

I begin to walk away when she interrupts me.
    “Why don’t you join me?”
    My cock hardens at the suggestion. I gulp my drink down and place the flute back on the counter. I toss my hat somewhere, followed by my shirt. I hear her gasp.
    “Like what you see?” I ask her. She moans out loud, this results in my kicking my shoes off and yanking my jeans off in a striptease fashion. I slowly reveal my hard cock while freeing it from the confines of my boxer briefs. It’s rigid and sticking straight out like an enormous staff.
    “Sit up.” I demand.
    She does so without hesitation, and I slide in behind adjusting her onto my lap. She feels me beneath her and moans, quickly covering her mouth on the end of said moan. I tell her not to hide it from me that I want to hear every noise she makes. Then I remove her hand from her mouth.
     
    She lays next to me, still unmoving after what we just did. Sex, not once, not twice, but three times. I look over to her, her eyelids are opening far less because she’s on the threshold of sleep from exhaustion. I ponder the idea of tucking her into my side and holding her throughout the night, it would be peaceful but also intimate. Something I couldn’t allow myself to let her believe. I didn’t want to make it more than what it was, sex.
    When she catches me staring at her, she smiles, those dimples are damn sexy.
    “Thank you.” She says, her face blushing. She turns on her side facing me, wraps her arm around my hip and snuggles her face into my chest then dozes off to sleep. I remain frozen for a few minutes, what if she wants to stay come morning? What if she thinks there is something more between us?
    God damn it, is she really going to get all that from a little cuddling? I decide, maybe, just maybe she doesn’t have that crazy inside her once and for all.
    I roll over to a cold and empty bed, the sound of clothing being tossed around. I wipe my eyes and open them only to find the stunning Abagail with my jeans in one hand and my wallet in another.
    “What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I roar whi le jumping out of the bed, not caring if I am nude. She drops the evidence while I reach for it.
    “It’s not what you think it is.” She stammers.
    “Like hell it is. You were doing one of three things, fuck maybe all three. Obtaining my address, stealing my cash, or maybe my credit cards? On a scale of one to ten how right am I?” I ask snarky.
    “Again, it’s not what you think it was. I’m not a thief nor am I a stalker, I was just looking for your phone.”
    “If you knew how many times I’ve heard this shit before, you wouldn’t be using that line. How about you do me a favor, get the fuck out of here.” I say while yanking my wallet and jeans out of her hands.
    “I’m telling you the truth, I’m not a fucking groupie, and I wouldn’t go to those lengths to get close to you.”
    “Sure you wouldn’t babe. I know how this shit works, you play hard to get, knowing I’ll enjoy the chase, and then you cave. You play along with your innocent ‘I’ve never had a one night stand,' you act like you’re enjoying it, we have decent sex and then you think you’ve somehow snared me in your clasp. Newsflash, I’ve been playing this game for years, it’s nothing new. I see right through you. If you want money for last night, all you had to do was ask. But rifling through my shit won’t get you far, for that reason alone money is off the table. Now please leave before I call hotel security.” I scream into her face.
    Her fake tears float down her face, and for the life of me I have no idea why I want to cradle her in my arms and apologize. To tell her how sorry I am for basically calling her a whore, if only for her to stop crying.
    Tears are a weakness, man or woman, I can’t stand that shit.
    She doesn’t argue back, she turns away from me and begins throwing her clothes on. As soon as her shoes are on she books it to the door, when she opens the