by Hart, Gemma
I shuddered at the thought. Normally I’d have no problem brushing off such a person but right now, at the moment, an intrusive reporter sounded like the worst thing ever.
“There’s a car waiting around the corner,” Agent Harrison said in clear dismissal. “And Miss Blair?”
I looked up, feeling like I was living in a dream world.
“We got him,” he said with sincere finality. “We got him.”
I felt a heaviness ease from my shoulders at his words.
Agent Todd smiled gently. “Go and get some rest. And know that you are safe.”
Tears blurred my vision as I nodded.
***
It felt incredibly odd to be sitting in the beautifully decorated Four Seasons penthouse suite after everything that had happened.
I had been completely numb on the ride over and even up to entering the suite, I had felt completely removed from my own body. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. I just merely followed Rowan’s lead.
But now in the room, I had felt unsure as to what I should say or do. Should I tell him I was okay? But I wasn’t. Should I change? I was still wearing blood splattered clothes but I could hardly get my hands to stop shaking to undress.
But it turned out, I hadn’t needed to worry. As soon as we had entered the suite, Rowan had led me to the couch, gently seating me. Then he had disappeared for a few minutes. When he came back, I heard the quiet sounds of a steamy shower running.
He had picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. Sitting me on the toilet, he undressed me without a word and then undressed himself. Stepping into the shower with me, he began to carefully wash me. There was no tone of sex in his touch. It was merely loving and gentle.
He carefully soaped my body, making sure to get every bit of the splattered blood off of me. As he turned me around to soap my back, he kneaded his hard fingers into my shoulders, pushing against the knots that had frozen there. I sighed, feeling each knot slowly disintegrate under his touch.
With a sure hand, he washed my hair and carefully rinsed it clean of the dirt and blood of the last few hours. Then wrapping a towel around his waist, he pulled me out of the shower, toweling me quickly then wrapping me in the thick white robe the hotel provided.
Snuggled in the thickness and softness of the robe, he picked me up and carried me into the master bedroom, setting me gently down on the bed.
I sat quietly for a moment, letting the moment wash over me. I felt warmer and definitely cleaner. I felt less connected to the horror that had touched me several hours ago. I felt more myself again.
How had he known? How had Rowan known that that was what I needed most—to be clean of the night’s terror? I looked up to ask and caught him walking towards the door.
“Where are you going?” I asked, my voice immediately an octave higher in panic.
Rowan turned around in surprise. He picked up a chair that was set against the wall near the door. “To get a seat,” he said. He brought the chair over and set it down in front of me.
Taking his seat, he looked at me, his gray eyes searching mine before he looked down and sighed as if in defeat. Running his hands over his face, he finally said, “Jessa, I’m sorry.” He winced at his own words as if they sounded lacking even to him. “I know there’s no possible way to explain why I wasn’t there at the airfield tonight. But if you do want to hear an explanation, there’s an Agent McGrath of the FBI who’d be more than happy to take your call.”
I frowned. “Another FBI agent?” I asked. “Are you an FBI agent?” I had always assumed he was just working under the FBI as kind of like a free agent.
Rowan shook his head. “No,” he said. “But there’s a lot about my past you don’t know.” He looked up suddenly. He grabbed my hand and held it in his. I looked down to see my smaller hand swallowed up in his larger one. “But I’ll tell you all of it if you want to listen. I can tell you all of it now.”
I shook my head, confused. “I thought…” I said slowly. “I thought you hadn’t wanted to take on all of…this.” I gestured at myself. “I know it’s a lot. Photographers, security…stalkers.” I shuddered at the word, remembering Myer. Rowan tightened his hold on my hand. “I would’ve understood.”
A rough hand brushed against my cheek. It was funny. When Myer had touched me in that same way, it had made my stomach turn. But now, knowing it was Rowan’s hand, I only felt warmth.
I looked up at those familiar gray eyes. “You’re it for me, Jessa,” Rowan said slowly. “I wanted to protect you, keep you safe, and staying away from me seemed like the safest thing for you. But now….” He shook his head. “Now, it’s all different. Things have changed. For the better. And I want you to know that you are it for me, Jessa. There is nothing of you that I can’t take that I don’t already want. And I want all of you. I love you.”
Any lingering coldness disappeared from my body. A swirl of heat and relief swept through me. The warmth of his eyes, the honesty of his face, the strength of his touch—it all called to me in a way that nearly made me cry.
“I love you too,” I whispered.
His eyes darkened to charcoal and I could see that he was feeling that same quiet yet deep feeling between us. It was as if our hearts had expanded beyond our bodies and enveloped both of us into a sphere of aching love and desire.
In his hands, I felt safe. In his hands, I felt love. In his hands, I was in a world that only knew beauty and passion and sweetness.
Following pure impulse, I leaned forward and gently kissed him. He responded but when I pulled away, I could see the question in his eyes. I could see he was still worried about me. But I wanted to be in his arms. I wanted to feel him inside me. I only wanted to grow and expand this wonderful feeling that was wrapped around us.
I leaned forward again but this time, I didn’t get to kiss him. He kissed me. Wrapping an arm around my back he lifted me up and pushed me back onto the bed. He leaned over me, crushing his lips to mine. His tongue explored me with an aching desire that spoke of how true his feelings were.
Fresh out of the shower, we needed no time to undress. His towel fell away and my robe opened up, revealing my warm and slightly damp body.
Keeping his lips still on mine, Rowan pushed open the robe all the way, making sure none of it was in his way. Then abruptly breaking away from our kiss, he slid down and without any warning or precursor, he plunged his hot tongue into my pussy.
I cried out in satisfaction, having his touch so intimately within me. I arched and almost pulled away but Rowan wrapped his arms around my thighs, keeping my hips pinned down.
With long, firm strokes, his tongue teased and tormented my swollen pussy. He swirled his tongue around my clit, lightly brushing over it intermittently till I was writhing in delicious agony.
“Oh my god,” I cried breathlessly. “Please! Please!”
I wasn’t sure exactly what I was saying or what I was even begging for—more delicious torture or sweet final release—but Rowan seemed to understand. He redoubled his efforts and slid his tongue faster and faster down my swollen labia and my engorged clit.
A lava flow of intense ecstasy grew within me, melting my bones, liquefying my muscles. Finally Rowan sucked hard on my clit then gave it a hard, quick flick over with his tongue.
I shattered. I broke apart into a million pieces as pleasure snapped through every nerve ending, washing my body in sheer shuddering release. I cried out, arching my back, unable to handle such mind altering pleasure.
Then before I could regain any semblance of sense, a huge thick cock thrust hard into me, stretching me with such immediateness that I came again. Just the pure sensation of being filled and owned so unexpectedly made my pussy clench and tighten in hungry release.
Rowan leaned over me, his forearms cradling my head. He tenderly kissed my forehead.
I shook my head weakly, completely exhausted from the back to back orgasms. “I can’t, Rowan,” I mumbled. “I can’t do it again.”
/> Rowan pulled out and thrust back in hard. I moaned, feeling his hard cock fill me completely. “I can’t,” I mumbled again as another wave of intense pleasure struck against me. I could feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out against me. I was completely consumed by his body. His cock inside me, his body around me, his scent, his touch, his breath surround me—I was completely lost in a haze of bodily pleasure and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to come out.
Rowan took my lips roughly, kissing me bruisingly. “Baby,” he said as he thrust in again hard. “I’m going to keep fucking you till you come for me again. So whether you think you can or can’t, I’m going to keep going.” I moaned at his words and my pussy clenched. He huffed a little laugh, feeling my pussy’s response to him. “So I suggest you learn to ‘can’ very soon.”
And with that, he thrust in rhythmically into me, hard and deep. With each thrust of his cock, my body responded by pushing me ever deeper into the sinking swirl of lust and desire. My breasts grew more sensitive, my skin tingled—oh god, not again. I couldn’t handle another one.
And yet, there was no stopping my body’s growing answer to Rowan’s hard and unstoppable thrusts. He meant what he said. He wasn’t going to stop until I came again. His cock filled me completely, ordering my body to respond.
Rowan captured my lips again and with one hand, reached down towards my breasts. Capturing one, he squeezed hard, making me moan. My whole body felt alive and tingling. I felt as if my skin was just one big nerve ending. I could feel everything amping up. His thrusts came quicker and my body rose higher.
With a punishing kiss, Rowan thrust hard into me at the same time he pinched my nipple. My breasts were so sensitive that the pinch felt like it was directly on my clit. An arrow of pain and pleasure shot from my nipple to my pussy, pushing me over the edge.
I cried out against Rowan’s lips as I came hard. My body shook and I felt like my brain would shatter under the impact of my orgasm. And as I came, Rowan thrust into me harder and faster. I was still feeling the tingling ebbs of my orgasm when Rowan roared above me as he found his own release.
He leaned over me, his forehead against mine. Our panting breaths mingled as we tried to slowly climb back up from our sea of pleasure. After a few minutes, or a few hours—I could hardly tell anymore—, Rowan rolled over onto the bed, pulling me with him.
Still intimately joined, I tucked my head under his chin, hearing his heart beat in rhythm to my breaths.
I kissed his chest. Rowan looked down at the touch. I looked up. His kissed me gently, his eyes completely full of what I felt in my heart.
“I love you,” I whispered, naming exactly what we felt at that moment.
His eyes darkened in pleasure at my words. His arms tightened around me.
“I love you too,” he said. He kissed my forehead then tucked me in close against him.
I closed my eyes, feeling like everything I wanted was right in my arms. And I couldn’t have been happier.
Epilogue
“Jessa, critics are hailing your work in Spring’s Nature. There’s already Oscar buzz for your role as Spring. What do you have to say to that?”
I smiled at the reporter, making sure to stand at an angle so I was lit appropriately for the camera. I flipped my hair over my shoulder before I spoke.
“Well, it’s certainly flattering to hear that so soon,” I said. Another round of screams echoed as another celebrity got out of his car and stepped onto the red carpet. A round of flashes swarmed the line of celebrities coming in for the LA premier of Spring’s Nature.
“But,” I said, “I’m just happy that the movie is being so well received. It was definitely a labor of love.”
“It’s a big departure from your normal roles,” the reporter continued. “Are you concerned about your career as Queen of the Box Office?”
I laughed. “Well Queen or no Queen, I like to do work that I enjoy. And I really enjoyed working on Spring’s Nature. It’s been an amazing experience and I’m hoping fans can see a different side of me in this movie.”
“Well from our latest scoop, we heard that fans will soon be getting to see more of this different side of you. David Francetti has hinted that you will star in his next movie which is slated for filming next spring. Is that true?”
I grinned. “Oh, Nancy,” I said teasingly. “You spoiled my big surprise. But yes, I’ve just signed on for David’ next film.”
I got a motion from one of my team members asking me to move along down the carpet to the next reporter.
Nancy shrewdly saw the movement as well and threw in one last question before she lost her prime guest.
“Jessa, there’s also been photographs of you on a motorcycle recently in the Hollywood Hills. Are you learning to ride?” Nancy asked, her voice slightly incredulous.
I caught from my peripherals Rowan standing behind me, off to the side. A grin cracked on his rugged face at the question.
I bit my lower lip, not wanting to break out into a blush, which was what Rowan always made me want to do.
“Well, yes,” I said. “I’ve been trying my hand at riding a hog.” I heard Rowan groan behind me at my terrible use of motorcycle lingo. I grinned as I tried to choke back a laugh.
“But it’s a little harder than it looks. I don’t know if I’ll get the hang of it any time soon,” I said, focusing back on Nancy.
Nancy gave me a girlish wink. “Well then, it’ll be best to just ride on the back and hang on to a nice strong man instead, won’t it?”
Rowan stepped up and grabbed my hand. He looked down at me with a pure and honest love that nearly made my heart stop. He was a man who would lay down his life for the ones he loved. He had proven that with me. His love was complete and total and loyal.
“Yes, it would,” I said softly, squeezing Rowan’s hand.
Yes, it would.
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