by London James
“So responsive,” I purr.
“Only for you,” she drunkenly mutters.
“That’s right. Only for me.” I wink and pull out my fingers. “Now, be a good girl and lick me clean.” I shove my fingers into her mouth before she can say anything. She laps at my fingers, sucking them until our juices are no longer sticking to me.
I yank them from her mouth and twirl her nipples in between my fingers before guiding my cock to her entrance. I fall onto my elbows, caging her head between my arms again, stealing a few chaste kisses before plunging my tongue inside her mouth, licking the taste buds that still have a combination of her and I on them.
I grip her chin, controlling her mouth as I devour it. I push forward, slow and careful, and my thick cock spears the tight hole that I’ve only ever been in. Everly and I both moan once I get fully seated inside of her. My thrusts are gentle. I want to take my time. I want to feel every inch of her walls dragging along my cock.
I want to relish in the feel of her heat. I want us to keep falling into each other until finally, we fall so deep we can’t come back up for air. My hand falls to her hip. My long, thick fingers wrap around the feminine curve of her waist and use it as leverage. The air around us is thick with emotion. Love is pouring from us.
With every exhale, I taste the amount of love she has for me. I swallow it, hungry for more.
My strokes are long as I curl my hips into her, like a wave crashing against the shore. She tightens her legs around me, digging the sole of her foot into the curves of my ass, pulling me further inside her. I didn’t think I could, but I slide in another inch.
“Rowan,” she says with wide eyes.
She feels it.
She feels the energy between us. It keeps getting higher and higher. An electrical storm sparks between us. “I know,” I assure her, picking up the pace of my strokes.
Gliding in and out, with every sigh she lets out; I breathe in. We take ourselves higher, and higher, until the point of no return. I feel her walls clamp around me, but I’m not ready for her to come yet. I flip us over. Everly is on top of me now and damn, it is a beautiful view.
Her swollen, abused nipples are hard and staring at me right in the face. The small curve of her breast fits in my hand as I knead the perfect size mounds. She moves her hair out of the way, lifting it above her neck. I’m sure she is sweating.
I lift up and pull her head to mine, pressing our lips together.
She takes my face in her hands, not kissing me, just gazing into my eyes as she tries to set her own rhythm. I have to lay back down because I can’t catch my breath from how good it feels and how erotic she looks on top of me. “You were meant to ride my cock,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to hold back my orgasm, again.
Everly makes me really want to work on my endurance. I’ve never had this problem before, but one inch inside her, and I’m ready to blow. I’m lucky I can go a few rounds without getting soft.
Her hands fall to my chest, and her hips start to rock. Her mouth drops open in pleasure when she feels how good it is. She bites her lip at the same time her eyes roll to the back of her head. Everly picks up the pace, sliding back and forth, gyrating her hips like she has done this a hundred times. The way my cock is being used by her, is making it harder to hang out.
“Oh, Rowan. You feel so good,” she moans. “Yes. Fuck me, that’s it. Oh, god.” She tosses her head back when I thrust my hips up. When a guttural scream rips out of her throat, I realize she must really like this position.
I like it too. Believe me; it isn’t a hardship. I’ll take her any fucking way she wants.
I bring her to my chest, keeping my arms wrapped around her, and fuck her from the bottom, fast and hard.
“Rowan!” she cries, whimpering and clawing at my skin.
A gush of fluid soaks me as she falls limp in my arms. Her walls milk my orgasm right out of the tip of my cock, and I shoot my seed deep inside her, exploding in white-hot light. I want to be bound to her in every way. I want to feel like this forever.
My brows pinch together when Everly doesn’t move.
“Everly?” I shake her, still riding the tremors of my orgasm, snuggled inside her tight, wet pussy.
No answer.
“Everly?” I roll her to the floor and place my ear to her heart.
I breathe a sigh of relief when her heart beats against my ear. “You scared the hell out of me.” I think she just took ten years off my life.
My cock slides out, much to my dismay, and I pull her close. I close my eyes with a smirk on my face. I fucked her until she passed out. If that doesn’t make a man feel good, what would?
Chapter 24
Everly
I wince when the sun peeks through the windows, searing my tired eyelids and making me hate how much I drank last night. My brain is pounding against my skull.
“Turn the light off,” Rowan mutters, throwing a pillow over his head.
“It’s the sun. Can’t turn off the sun,” I complain. Why doesn’t this place have blinds or curtains? We get it. The view is pretty. So pretty. Oh-la-la.
Now I just want to lay in darkness and become a creature of the night.
“It’s stupid,” Rowan says into the pillow, making the words mute.
“Stop talking, baby. It hurts,” I beg, holding my hands against my head when I sit up, just to make sure my brain doesn’t spill out or something.
He nods his head but doesn’t say much else. I notice a curtain rod, but no curtains. An idea strikes my alcohol-poisoned brain. I stumble out of bed, and my stomach rolls. Stopping in my tracks, I put my hand to my stomach, waiting for the urge to puke to pass. Oh, the cleaning for ruining this fancy carpet would be hilarious.
I grab a blanket from the cabinet by the bed and grab a chair, dragging it across the room to where the window is. It takes a lot of will-power to balance and not vomit once I’m standing on the chair. I throw the blanket over the window to block out the blinding rays from the sun. I spread it along the wall and sigh when we are submerged in almost black.
Rowan lifts his head. “Did we die? It’s dark. It feels so good.”
I hold onto the arms of the chair and hop off, giving myself a second in hopes my head will stop spinning. “No, it just feels like death. We drank too many Shirley’s. Too sugary.”
“Don’t talk about her like that. She was good to us,” he flops onto his back and throws his arm over his eyes.
“So good that she hates us this morning.” I hold my hand to my stomach again and take a deep breath. Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up.
I grab a bottle of water and a bottle of Aspirin before climbing into bed. I rest my back against the blue velvet headboard. If I lay down, I just might throw up from my stomach going with gravity and pushing upward. I pop a few white pills in my mouth and swallow it down with water.
“Want some?”
“Do I ever,” he groans in pain. His pain groan and his pleasure groan are so different. I’m glad. Nothing would be worse than going at it and hear him groaning thinking he is about to upchuck.
We sigh at the same time, both of us sitting against the headboard. His hand intertwines with mine, and I can’t hide the smile as he squeezes tight.
“Last night was amazing,” I say. We had sex so many times; I lost count. And I only lost count because we started drinking while we were having sex. He poured some of his Shirley in my belly button and was taking ‘Shirley Shots’ off my body. His words, not mine.
“It was,” he mutters, bringing my hand to his lips. He presses them against my skin. They are a little dry, but I wouldn’t want to feel any other lips as long as I live. I only want his.
“So, are you still up for what we discussed?” he asks, but the phone rings interrupting my answer.
“Great. That’s good news. I’ll schedule the flight out. Thanks.” He places his phone down, face up. “Travel ban is lifted, and flights are up and running again.”
“Oh, that’s great. Being here
another minute will be too long for me. I never want to come back here.” Not because of what he and I shared, but because of why we shared it. This never would have happened if our parents’ death didn’t bring us together.
“You and me both,” he nods. “I want to take a shower first, and then we are going to go to Vegas.”
“Vegas!” I shout with excitement. “I’ve never been to Vegas.”
“Oh, you’re going to love it. We are going to have such a good time. A real vacation, this time. Not like this. But somewhere we can have fun and really be together. We can do whatever you want. The strip is huge. It goes for miles. A few days isn’t even enough. Maybe we should stay there for a week.”
“Rowan, I can’t stay for a week. I have to get back to work and somehow afford how I’m going to split rent with Blaire. And I need to try and figure out what is going on with my court case. Trust me, I want nothing more than to spend a week with you.” But I see the disappointment and hurt in his eyes.
I climb off the bed and wrap my arms around him. “That isn’t me running. It’s me telling you, if I don’t work, Blaire won’t be able to pay the entire month’s rent by herself. I can’t leave her hanging like that.”
Just like I shouldn’t have left him hanging all those years ago. But I’m not that teenage girl anymore.
“You forget you’re with a billionaire now.” He smiles as he wraps his arms around me, staring at me with complete adoration.
“My financial distress is not yours, Rowan. It isn’t why I’m with you. I don’t care that you’re a billionaire.”
“I know, but I’m not ready to let you go. So how about, I pay your half of the rent for this month and whatever cell phone bill you have? I want to help. I should have helped sooner.”
I shake my head. “No. It’s okay. I don’t blame you for being mad at me, or still having trust issues with me, but I’m ready to prove it to you. I’m ready to prove to you that I’ve always loved you.”
He grabs his phone from the table and texts someone. I lift a brow at him, and he holds up a finger, telling me to wait. I pretend to bite it, and the look he gives me almost sends me to my knees to take out his cock and suck him down to the root.
“If you’re going to threaten me with that mouth, you better put it to good use,” he winks, placing his phone on the nightstand.
My hand cups his very impressive package, and I bite my lip, teasing him with a seductress stare. “Maybe I will.”
“Maybe you should.” His hands fly to my shoulders and push me down, but then my phone rings. He lays his head back on his shoulder and groans. “Why do people need to interrupt all the time?” He snatches my phone off the mattress and hands it to me.
“I can’t believe you can still get hard after all the times you came last night,” I comment.
“I’ll always get hard for you.” His nostrils flare as his thumb swipes over my bottom lips.
My phone vibrating in my hand yanks me out of the trance he put me under. It’s a text from Blaire. I click my tongue when I read it and lift my gaze to Rowan’s. “I just got a really funny message.”
“Oh, yeah?” he asks, innocently.
“Yeah. Blaire just got a call from the landlord saying rent has been paid for the rest of the year. And extra was leftover because whoever paid didn’t realize utilities are included in rent.”
“Hmm,” he says, rubbing his chin with his fingers. “That’s interesting.”
“Fast, too. You know who I think has that kind of capability?” I stand up, throwing my phone back on my bed.
“Who?”
“A billionaire.” I put my hands on my hips and give him a glare that tells him I know it was him. I don’t know any other billionaires, besides Gray, and he wouldn’t do that. I poke Rowan in the chest with my finger. “I told you not to do it. That doesn’t change the fact that I have to go to work. I can’t leave them hanging.”
“Oh, I know all about ‘Andy’.” He finger quotes. “And I told them your mother passed and you need time off. They were very understanding. Andy even offered to come over and take care of you to see if you needed anything.”
His eyes turn to cold steel as he speaks of another man wanting to be in my home. “Do I need to worry about this Andy guy?”
“How did you even know about where I work? And Andy is a good guy. He flirts with everyone. It isn’t a big deal.”
“It’s a big deal when a man I don’t know threatens to take what is mine,” he growls.
I roll my eyes from the Alpha-ness coming off him in waves. I like that he is calling me his, I won’t lie about that. But men will always be in my life; I can’t help it if I have to work with them. “He isn’t a threat. He’s just Andy. I don’t like him like that. I love you. Isn’t that enough?” I tease him by poking his ribs.
“Yes, but I’m serious. You don’t need to work for them. You have me. I can open you up a veterinarian clinic. You can finally have your dream.”
My eyes tear up, but not from his offer. “How did you know I was going to be a vet?”
He barks out a laugh. “Do you not remember you telling me that’s what you wanted to do ever since you were 12? We might not have spoken over the years, Everly, but I kept track of you. I tried to always make sure you were okay. I saw you graduate, too.”
“You went to my graduation?” the words come out under a held breath. Tears swim in my eyes and fall effortlessly down my cheek.
He frowns as he wipes my cheek with his thumb. “Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I was so proud of you. You looked so beautiful, but you didn’t look happy.”
I held his hand as I lean against his touch. “It’s because I didn’t have you. I wanted to celebrate with you. I wanted you there.”
“I was there. I’ll always be there, Everly.”
“I love you.” I blink away the harsh, salty tears running down my raw cheeks.
“I love you too,” he sighs, pressing his lips against my forehead.
“You still can’t come into my life and pay for everything for me.”
“Yes, I can,” he insists.
“No, you can’t. When this court case is resolved, I want to do it on my own.”
“No.”
I throw my hands on my hips. “Yes.”
He snorts as he slips on a fresh pair of jeans. Rowan tucks his massive cock down his thigh to make sure it doesn’t get caught up in the zipper. “No. And that’s final. You never have to be on your own again. You never have to struggle. I won’t allow it. Now, I can argue all day.”
“There has to be a compromise. I need my independence,” I say.
“Look, I just want to help you get started, so you’ll have that independence,” he explains. “We at least need to get you set up with your clinic and everything, right? I don’t want you just stuck at that tattoo shop forever.”
“Rowan, I…” I can’t even finish my sentence. My eyes are brimming with tears.
“Of course, if that’s not a fair compromise, sexual favors are always really great.”
I chuff and grab the nearest pillow to throw it at him. “Those happen naturally.”
“So does my love for you. So, helping you pursue your dreams isn’t a hardship. It’s natural.”
“Well, that’s not fair, Rowan.”
“Life isn’t fair. Come on, get ready. We have a flight to catch and an Elvis to meet.”
“Elvis? What’s Elvis got to do with it?” I ask, striding into the bathroom. I squeak in surprise when my feet hit the cold, tile floor. The silver knob of the shower is cold too as I turn it. Soon, steam is billowing from the stall, warming me quickly.
“He is going to marry us. If we’re going to Vegas, we’re doing it right.”
I slip as I step into the spray of water, nearly busting my ass on the hard, tile floor. Memories from last night come rushing back. We said we would get married. Holy shit. We said we would get married. I want that. I do. I would want to marry him with a dre
am wedding, but are we going into this too soon?
“Are you having second thoughts?” he asks as he leans into the shower stall, standing in front of me, naked again.
Yum.
I shake off my worry and smile. “Elvis it is. I can’t wait.” I don’t ask if this is only for the inheritance and the estate, or if this is for good. The real deal. The real thing. I want it to be forever because I don’t see myself with anyone else besides Rowan.
But I don’t want to push him too far. Would he want to keep the wedding on the down-low? Perhaps being the number one bachelor in the United States is appealing to him. I don’t want to mention anything and ruin the mood.
“Can I join you?” he asks, not bothering to wait until I answer. He shuts the door, locking us in the spacious shower. The water cascades down his body, highlighting every curve of muscle on his body.
He plunders my mouth again with his lips. My hand slides against the condensation building up on the wall. The water falls into my mouth as our lips break apart. I look down to see his cock half-hard. I know if we keep kissing, he will be ready to turn me around, ass up, and slide right into my pussy that he completely owns.
But he pulls away.
Instead, he grabs the body wash, smelling of coconut and sunshine, and squirts it in his hands. He lathers the suds and runs his hands down one of my arms.
“I love touching you,” he says, sliding his fingers between mine. He pays close attention to my ring finger. “I can’t wait to finally make you mine.”
“I’ve always been yours.”
“Yeah, but now everyone will know.”
“Caveman,” I say, teasing.
“Damn right. First things first though, we need to get you a ring. We’ll do that when we get to Vegas.”
Butterflies fly around in my belly. I’m excited. I’m nervous. I have doubts. Sure, the few days we have spent together have been amazing, and I’m not having doubts on my end. I’m having doubts on his. I’m afraid he’s going to wake up and wonder what the hell he did. The death of my mom and his dad brought us together, but what happens when that pain subsides? What happens when we aren’t leaning on each other for support and to feel good?