by Zoey Parker
“Right.” She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. “Everything feels so perfect right now.”
“It does. It is.”
Her mind drifted to Marcus, though. And she knew Rowan still had to be hurting badly. It was so fresh and new. He hadn’t even started grieving yet. He could be in shock and maybe he didn’t even start to process his feelings about it. But, wherever he was, that was one thing in their lives that was far from perfect.
“Almost,” she said.
He looked down and drew his eyebrows together in confusion. “What else is there?”
“I just meant Marcus…”
He swallowed hard. “Yeah. I guess it could have been worse, though. I guess I should feel lucky to have only lost one guy and only had one get injured badly.” His voice broke as he said it.
“No, that’s crazy. You don’t have to feel like that. I mean, yes, be grateful it wasn’t worse, but that doesn’t take away the pain of your loss. And you have every right to feel that pain. You lost a good friend today. It’s going to take a lot of time to heal from that. I’m sure part of you never will. You’ll always miss him.”
“I’ll always feel like I should have done more. Like I could have saved him if only I’d done things differently.”
“You can’t go around carrying that. You didn’t kill him. Rowan, you ran into a burning building to save him. How many guys would do that? Not many at all. You risked your life for him. There’s nothing else you could have done.”
He pulled her close again, running his hand into her hair and pressing his cheek against hers. “Thank you. I’m so lucky to have you. And I’m so glad you’re okay and Emma is okay. I almost lost my mind so many times today. I don’t know what was worse—seeing you on the floor with Emma handcuffed to the sink with Abram pointing a gun at you or seeing you face Nick and him having Emma at gunpoint. So many things could have gone wrong and I’m happy they didn’t. It feels good just to hold you, knowing if something had been different, I might not have been able to. Marcus isn’t holding his girl tight tonight.”
“I might have been in danger, but I could also be Kara right now. If something had happened to you, I might be alone in my bed, crying for you like she’s crying for Marcus. I’m so relieved and thankful you’re okay, too. Even if you do have some injuries. You’ll recover from them fully, and I’ve seen you in much worse condition. We were both lucky today.”
He nodded his agreement. “I just have one question.”
“What?”
“Do you think we could get luckier?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well…” He let his fingers trail down her cheek to her chin, then her neck. He paused and lowered his hand to cup her breast. “I mean, can we go get lucky right now?”
She giggled and pressed her lips against his. “I would love that.”
“Perfect.” He picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Then he carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He closed the door behind them, sending the room into complete darkness until she reached over and turned on the lamp on the bedside table.
“I have been looking forward to this moment since the last time I was here,” he said.
She smiled up at him as he hovered over her.
He kissed all along her jaw and down her neck. Then he slid down and raised her shirt just an inch. He kissed across her stomach before lifting her shirt another inch. He made his way up slowly, until her shirt was over her bra. She reached down to pull the shirt over her head.
He slid down one bra strap, then the other, kissing her shoulder and chest down toward her breasts. She unhooked her bra and tossed it to the ground. He took one nipple into his mouth, clamping it gently between his teeth while rolling her other nipple between the thumb and forefinger of his uninjured hand. She moaned in response and ran her fingers through his hair. He flicked his tongue back and forth over her nipple, caressing her breasts gently.
He was already hard. Becca could feel his hard on through his pants and she pressed her hips up and toward him, the stiffness rubbing against her clit. He slid his hands down and pressed her hips to the bed so she couldn’t move.
“You’re in an awful hurry tonight.” He kissed down her stomach to her belly button and looked up at her.
“You’re driving me mad.” She tugged her own hair and tried to thrust her hips up again.
His face fell into a sly smile. “That’s my job.”
“Then do it already.” She half giggled and reached down to unzip her pants.
He took her wrists before she got very far with the zipper, and pressed them into the bed. “Do I have to tie you down?”
“That could be fun.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
She shrugged. “I’ve never actually done it before.”
Nick had always threatened to tie her up and keep screwing her repeatedly, but he never had. He’d held her wrists a few times, pulled her hair, even pressed a pillow over her face, but he’d never used handcuffs or rope.
Rowan gasped suddenly and slipped off the bed in a hurry.
“What?” She sat up, his abrupt motion sending a wave of panic through her.
“We never got the handcuffs off Emma’s hand.”
“Oh.” She laid back down. “I know. But how can we? We don’t have a key or anything. I figured we’d take her somewhere tomorrow. It’s not too tight or anything. She’ll be okay.”
He left the room and she heard him open Emma’s door slowly. What was he doing?
She got up and yanked her t-shirt back on, leaving the bra on the ground. They would get back to this later. No way was she going to sleep tonight without having him inside her first.
She crept down the hall and peeked into Emma’s room. Rowan was bent over her, the light from his cell phone by his side. She was still fast asleep, but he held the handcuff and was using something to pick at the lock.
“Can you get it open?” she asked.
He nodded, then the handcuff clicked open. He gently laid Emma’s hand back down and picked up his phone. He put whatever he’d been using to open the handcuff into his pocket.
“And now, conveniently, we have handcuffs.” He winked. “Two birds, one stone.”
“But there are no keys for those.”
He came to her and they left the room. He pulled the door shut behind them as they stepped into the hallway. “Even better that way,” he said.
“Rowan…”
“Don’t you trust me?” He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her neck.
“Yes, but what if you can’t get them open?”
“I won’t close it too tight. And I’ll be able to get them open. They’re not difficult. People don’t get out of cuffs because the lock is so great. They don’t get out of them because you can’t pick the lock with your hands in cuffs. I’ve spent hours practicing.”
He put the cold metal cuff to her wrist. She wasn’t too sure of this. She did trust him, though. With her life and with Emma’s. He wouldn’t put her in cuffs if he weren’t sure he could get her out of them. That gave her some comfort.
“You can say no,” he said. “It’s okay. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“Oh.” She bit his earlobe and tugged on it with her teeth. “That’s a shame. I was kinda hoping you’d make me just a little uncomfortable. In the hot and bothered sort of way.”
He moaned into her ear and closed the cuff around her wrist. He walked her backward into her bedroom, pulling her shirt back off as she stepped inside the room. He threw it down, then closed the cuff around her other wrist. “Now let’s see if you get impatient,” he said.
He tossed her onto the bed and climbed over her. He pulled off his shirt and teased her with his tongue. All over her stomach and breasts and nipples, he kissed and pinched and bit.
“This is really unfair,” she said. “I can’t touch you at all?”
He shook his head. “Maybe I’ll let you touc
h me later. If you’re good.”
“Oh, well, forget it, then.”
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Being good is no fun,” she said. “I prefer being bad.”
“In that case.” He flipped her over and smacked her ass. “I’ll have to punish you.”
He lay down on top of her, his hand in her hair, kissing along her neck. From this angle, she could reach him, though. She dug her fingers into the hard muscles of his stomach.
Then he got off and turned her back over with a sigh. “You just can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you?”
She shook her head. “Not when you’re that hot.”
“You think I’m hot?” He kneeled on the bed and flexed his arms, making the muscles jump and bulge.
She bit her lip and nodded.
“How hot?”
“So hot, I want to rip off all your clothes right now.”
“Let’s not. These are the only pants I own at the moment.” He winked at her.
He slowly unzipped her pants. Too slowly. Why was he torturing her like this? He tugged on her pants, sliding them down an inch at a time. With each new patch of skin visible, he danced his fingertips and flicked his tongue over her skin. He moved down her thighs to her knees and her calves. He sucked on her toes and she let out a moan.
“You like that?” He slipped his tongue between her toes.
“Yes. I like every way you touch me.”
He pulled down his own pants, but kept his underwear on. He left her panties in place, too, and crawled back on top of her. He pushed his hips down, pressing his hard cock against her until she moaned.
“Rowan…”
“Yes?” he whispered in her ear.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please get inside me right now.”
He rubbed his nose against hers and moved away from her.
She cried out in frustration. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“I like seeing you squirm.”
“Next time, I’m cuffing you.”
“That could be fun. But tonight is my turn. You’ll just have to deal with it. I have to say, though, you’re not making me want to let you out of those cuffs.”
“I just want to touch you.”
“Oh yeah?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“You want to suck my dick?”
“Yes.”
“I might be able to allow that.” He scooted up on the bed and pulled down his boxer briefs. His hard cock broke free and pointed straight at her. She opened her mouth and he slid in.
She sucked and moved her mouth up and down. This would be better with hands, she thought, but she would have to do her best with only her mouth. She moved up and down his shaft, taking him in as far as she could. She wanted to drive him mad like he was doing to her. He twisted his fingers through her hair and moaned.
“You are so good at that.” After a few minutes, he pulled out and winked at her. “Almost too good.”
“Good enough for you to give me what I want?”
He raised his eyebrows. “And what’s that?”
“You know what I want. I want you deep inside me.”
“Oh no. Not yet.”
She growled at him and thrust her hips toward him. He ripped her panties down and off her in one fluid movement. Then he pushed her legs apart slowly. He dragged her panties over her clit. She wiggled against them, wanting more. He smacked her with them gently, like he would have done with a whip, just hard enough to make it sting the tiniest bit. She cried out in pleasure each time.
He tossed the panties aside and took his place between her legs. He lowered his mouth to her, looking up to watch her face. She pleaded with him and lifted up, but he pressed her hips back down. Then he used his fingers to spread her lips apart and flick his tongue all around her. He pressed inside her as far as his tongue would go. He rubbed small, fast circles over her clit and she almost lost her mind with the pleasure of it.
She cried out to him. “Please!”
He slipped his finger inside and moved it in and out while he flicked his tongue over her clit. He moved too slowly and she wanted more of him. And then, when he finally pulled out his finger and came to meet her, he took his dick in his hand.
“Is this what you’ve been waiting for?”
“Yes.”
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes!”
He kissed along her neck, still refusing to give in to her. He rubbed the tip of his cock around her clit and between her lips, spreading her juices around. He pressed in just the tip. When she moaned and pushed against him, he pulled out.
“Rowan!” She tried to slide her hand out of the cuffs. She wanted to reach down to his ass and pull him in deeper and be done with this playing around. She needed to feel all of him, now.
He pushed in again, a little more this time. She wanted to press against him to force him deeper, but she held back. If she stayed still, maybe he’d give her more. It worked. She didn’t move and he slid in a tiny bit farther. She forced her hips to stay down and not move and he slid in farther still. Then, with one final shove, he filled her completely.
She cried out and he did, too. But then he stopped. He didn’t move. He stayed there, still inside her.
She held her breath and didn’t move either, afraid he’d pull out again.
“Okay, I can’t do this anymore,” he said.
And then he pulled back and thrust into her, fast and hard. Whatever game he’d been playing with himself seemed to be over. Instead of the slow, careful movements, he thrust in again and again, faster, harder.
He reached down and pulled her leg up, putting his arm behind her knee to bring it up higher so he could go deeper into her.
“Harder!” she said.
He listened this time. When she brought her hips up to meet him, he brought his down to her, the force sending him in again and again.
“I’m gonna come,” she said.
He abruptly pulled out.
She whimpered in response. “No.”
“Not yet,” he said. He turned her over and brought her ass up to meet his hips. He slid into her from behind, tugging on the handcuffs and using his other hand to rub her clit.
It was no use, though. Whatever he’d hope to stop, he’d only brought on harder. She pushed her ass back into him and almost screamed in pleasure as she came all over him.
“You bad girl,” he said, leaning over her to bite her neck, then straightening back up to smack her ass twice. “I said not yet.”
“I couldn’t help it.”
“You’ll have to pay now.”
He turned over, so he was on his back. He grabbed her and pulled her on top of him. She straddled him, and he held his dick so she could slide onto it. She rocked her hips forward and back, massaging him. She rode him hard, up and down, slamming into him until he cried out and gripped her legs. He made a few hard thrusts into her and then lay still, panting.
“I love your pussy,” he said.
She chuckled and slid off him to lay by his side.
It was slightly awkward, still being cuffed, but she nuzzled against him, resting her cheek on his shoulder.
“Just give me a second,” he said, breathing slowly. “I’ll get the cuffs off.”
After a minute of resting, he got up and dug into his pants, pulling out a bobby pin from his pocket. She turned on her side and held her hands out to him. It didn’t take long. In just a minute, he had the first one unlocked, then the second one. He kissed her wrists and set the handcuffs on her dresser.
“We’ll have to keep those for next time,” he said.
“You are really good at that,” she said.
“What, the handcuffs?”
“Well, all of it, but yes, I meant the handcuffs this time.”
He smiled and slid back into bed beside her.
Becca shivered. The air was cool on her sweaty body. They never had taken showers after
coming home, but she was too exhausted now. She’d just have to change the sheets tomorrow. She pulled the blankets up and slid under them, then Rowan did the same.
With their naked bodies pressed together, she rested on his shoulder and he put his arm around her.