Loving Rowan
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I laughed. “It’s too soon to be talking marriage. We’ve only just become a real couple.”
He nodded. “I know. Just making my intention clear. It’s so beautiful here. All I want to do now is to carry you home and go to bed.”
“If you’re staying here, it’ll be a celibate night. We were lucky we got away with so much last time without a stink.”
He looked at me in mock horror. “What? You mean I have to wait?”
“Well, maybe I could sneak down the hall. I’m assuming you’re not running back home tonight.”
“I don’t want to go without you. If I go back, I want you with me. Otherwise, I guess I have a new career picking apples.”
I squeezed his hand, laughing. “Kyle, I love that you feel that way, but I need to sort myself out, save some money before I can go back. I need to find a job.”
“Your old job is waiting for you. It didn’t really go anywhere. You can stay with me, or find somewhere by yourself nearby. I’ll help you.”
I took him by the hand, leading him towards the house. David was skulking in the trees as we drew closer, and I saw him raise an eyebrow at Kyle.
I grinned, wrapping my arm around Kyle’s waist. He stopped walking for a moment, pulling me in for a kiss.
“Are we going to get to the house?” he asked when I let him go.
“Dad will send out a search party if we don’t.”
He stroked my face with the palm of his hand. “Wouldn’t want that to happen.” I felt him run his hand down my back as he had at the wedding. “I love you, Rowan, and I’m never going to stop telling you.”
“How did you work out the truth?”
He grimaced. “I went home yesterday, and went out for a drink last night. I wanted to forget, and coming home just made me think about you. I ran into Andrew at a bar with some girl. When I told him I was surprised he wasn’t there with you, he told me that you’d kicked him out. He was really drunk so told me quite a lot. I got the whole story.”
I buried my face in his chest, breathing in his scent. It felt so good just to be together again. I wasn’t planning on letting him go any time soon.
“I listened to all your messages. I’m sorry for hurting you so much. I guess we both need to work out how to have a real relationship. Missed you,” he whispered into my hair.
“You too.” I tilted my face to be kissed again. There would have to be a lot of kisses to make up for our separation, but I was sure Kyle would oblige.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Rowan
The door creaked as I pushed it open, and I closed my eyes, thinking for some reason this would stop Mum and Dad hearing. Kyle sat on the side of the bed in just boxer shorts, and looked surprised as I padded across the carpet in bare feet.
“What are you doing here?”
I slid the straps of my nightgown down my arms, letting it fall to the floor. His jaw dropped as he looked over my body, his breathing growing heavier.
“Rowan,” he whispered.
I walked to the side of the bed, bending to kiss him. He slid his hands down my back, stroking the tops of my thighs as he pulled me closer.
“You’re not wearing any underwear.”
I grinned. “I didn’t see the point.”
“Is this really what you want?”
I nodded, chewing my bottom lip. “At least we have more room in this bed.”
He laughed, and pulled me closer, teasing my nipples with his tongue one by one. “The thought of these drove me crazy,” he said. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, probing between my legs with his fingers.
“Kyle,” I whispered.
“Get in this bed, now. You won’t be leaving it tonight.”
“I thought you didn’t want to have sex under my parents’ roof?” I teased.
“I’m over waiting. We’ll just have to be quiet, and if we get caught, I’m pretty sure I can outrun your father.”
I laughed, climbing over him and into the bed.
Reaching into his overnight bag, he pulled out a box of condoms. “I think we might need all of these.”
I laughed. “All of them?”
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this. How many times you have left me with the biggest erection I’ve ever had. Seriously, I could have stabbed things some nights.”
I covered my mouth, giggling as he leaned over to kiss me.
“I love you. Nothing is going to come between us now,” he said.
I nodded and he nestled beside me, taking me in his arms to kiss me. “Do you remember what I told you about those freckles of yours?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“I’m starting my exploration tonight. It might take me some time.”
“Take as long as you need.”
He reached between my legs, sliding his fingers between my folds, stroking my clit. “I’m sure there are plenty down here. I might have to thoroughly investigate with my tongue.”
A shiver went through me. I’d never had anyone go down on me, and the thought of it made me moan with desire.
“I want to be your first for everything, Rowan. First and last.”
I nodded, and he kissed me before going back to work on my nipples. They were hard with anticipation, and sensitive to his tongue. His strokes grew faster as he sucked and lapped, and my body grew warm as my climax approached.
“Kyle.”
He stopped what he was doing long enough to look at me.
“Yes?”
“I’m glad it’s you. It feels so good.”
He grinned. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”
I could feel my body giving in to him, could smell my scent as his fingers continued their work. “Kyle,” I whispered more urgently.
“Let it go, Rowan.”
His lips were on mine as I cried out his name, trying to stop me from making too much noise. My muscles contracted as I came, each wave hitting me harder than the last. I shuddered, and he moved his face between my legs, his hot breath on my sex nearly sending me over the top again.
He rolled his tongue over my clit, still so sensitive from his fingers. He stroked my breasts as he tongued me, pinching my nipples as I grew close to coming again. This time I didn’t make a noise, gasping for breath as my body shook.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he said, reaching for the condom box. “Are you really ready?”
I nodded, unable to form words. Watching as he rolled the condom on, I wanted to touch him so much. He leaned over me, and I ran my hand up his chest. “I want to make you feel that good,” I whispered.
“You will. There’s plenty of time for that.”
I could feel his tip at my entrance. “Last chance. Is this what you want?” he asked.
“There’s nothing I want more right now.”
He grinned, slowly pushing into me. I gasped again at the brief discomfort before closing my eyes as he pushed all the way in. “Rowan, look at me.”
I opened my eyes. Every emotion he was feeling showed in his expression. “I love you so much,” he said.
He began to move, and with every stroke the discomfort lessened, and I was left with the feeling of him filling me. I wanted him so deep inside me we’d become one, and I moved my hips to meet him, driving him in as far as he could get.
“Holy shit, Rowan.”
“I missed you so much. Don’t ever leave me again.”
He shook his head. “Never, baby. You’ll never get rid of me now.”
I laughed and he leaned over to kiss me. “I love you more than anything. Nothing is going to keep me from you.”
He bent his head to suck at my nipples again. I’d been so self-conscious even as I’d stripped off my nightgown, but that seemed to disappear as I gave him every part of me. He liked my breasts, even if I hated them. He loved all those things I hated about myself. This was perfect; he was perfect.
I felt him tense as he moved faster, hammering into me as if he were driving it home that he was ins
ide. “Oh God,” he said.
I smiled at the look on his face. He was floating somewhere; I had done that to him. He fell back to earth as he groaned in my ear, slowly pulling out of me and rolling to my side.
“That was amazing.” He kissed me tenderly, nuzzling my nose with his own.
“For me too.”
“I hope it didn’t hurt too much.”
I shook my head. “It was wonderful. You’re wonderful.”
He rolled off the bed, pulling on his boxers. “Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom. I need to get rid of this.” He held up the condom.
“Grab a bin liner from the cupboard. We’ll throw them all out in the morning discreetly, rather than flush them. Knowing my luck, it’ll get stuck if you flush,” I said.
Kyle laughed. “Always practical. I’m impressed you said them. Do you really want to see if we can finish the box?”
“I don’t know about that, but I think we could make a dent.” I grinned.
Lying back in the bed while he left the room, I was sure my body glowed from the love we had just shared. I felt warm, wanted, loved—everything I ever wanted to feel.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Rowan
Moving in with Kyle was the easy part; going back to work was tricky.
On my first day, Kyle’s dad greeted me , and he asked me to go to his office. Kyle had wanted to come in with me, but this was my conversation to have.
He sat at his desk, smiling nervously as I sat opposite.
“Rowan, I’m glad you’re back. Your job is as it was, and your office. I’m truly sorry for what happened. Kyle tells me that you are together, and I am happy for you both. He was just so wrecked by his last relationship, and I wanted to protect him. I went the wrong way about it, and I hope you can forgive me.”
I sighed, shrugging. “I love Kyle, Mr Warner, and I want to make him happy and be happy.” I chewed my bottom lip as I summoned up the courage for the next words. “Kyle told me my job was here, but I don’t know if I can come back. Maybe I need to find something else.”
He shook his head. “No way. We need you, Rowan. This whole new system is turning out to be a real nightmare, and it is really clear to me now that Ross can’t handle it by himself. While you were working on your project, you got to know it better than anyone.”
“I didn’t screw up. You know that now, don’t you?”
He nodded. “It became more and more obvious after you left.” He grinned. “Welcome to the family, Rowan. I’m glad you’re back, and not just because of this place. I’ve never seen Kyle so empty, so deflated, than he was without you. If he hadn’t found out the truth, he might well have taken off overseas again.”
We left his office, and he walked me through to mine. Ross was walking in the opposite direction, and stopped when he saw me.
“Rowan?”
“Rowan’s coming back to work. She’ll be taking back over the new system and iron out any bugs,” Mr Warner said.
“I see,” Ross said. He was suddenly a spectacularly pale shade as the colour drained from his face. That he hadn’t been told this was happening filled me with joy. This was better than any revenge plot I could have thought up.
I sat down and started work. The system was a mess. It would take some time to go through and tidy things up, but it would keep me busy, and soon I would get it running smoothly.
My favourite part of the whole day was going home with Kyle. We went back to his apartment, and cooked dinner together, before curling up on the couch to play games.
The console had brought us together, and now we laughed and loved our way through the evening. Nothing felt better than snuggling up in bed at night with him. Every night was an adventure as I caught up on all those years I’d wanted to be loved.
The feeling of knowing where I stood with him was indescribable. There was never any doubt between the two of us, and our friendship had helped us form this deep, loving relationship. For the first time in my adult life, I was truly happy.
He was my best friend, my lover, and all of a sudden, my organised life was turned upside down by a man who made me feel more free than ever before.
There were times when we met up with his old friends. They were understandably cautious after what he’d been through with his last girlfriend, but they soon warmed to me when they realised I was nothing like her.
Before Kyle, my life had been lonely and quiet. Now it was filled with fun and noise, and chaos. And I loved every minute of it.
Whatever we did, I spent every night in Kyle’s arms, feeling wanted and loved. I couldn’t imagine being any happier.
~
I still heard from Andrew from time to time, the odd email, or text message, always apologetic about what happened, always reassuring me that he missed my friendship and that was it. Kyle knew about it all, just as he knew about my decision to keep Andrew at arm’s length.
It wouldn’t be fair to Kyle after everything that had happened to renew my friendship with Andrew. And it wasn’t fair for Andrew to think that I wanted the closeness we had once shared. Although as time went on, I realised that it was a long time since we’d actually had that closeness as opposed to how I had once perceived things.
I’d never had so much clarity in my whole life. Kyle’s love had brought that to me because now I knew what it was like to really mean something to someone.
And it felt wonderful.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Kyle
Every day she grew in confidence. Being loved and knowing it did wonders for Rowan’s self-esteem, and it flowed through to every aspect of her life, including work.
She’d already had that confidence in her skills, now it flowed through to her behaviour, and it made me so proud to see her sticking up for herself. Ross never stood a chance once she was back.
Dad was delighted when she came up with new ideas for all the computer systems, without the need for him to spend huge amounts of money. When she got the green light for those ideas, she glowed with excitement. Now, she not only got to prove that she knew what she was talking about, but she got a certain amount of payback for being stitched up before.
And then I got to go home with her.
She was still reticent at times, but bolder and more decisive. The shyness showed through when she was being flirtatious, looking out at me under those eyelashes. She made my stomach do flips and all I could think about was possessing her.
I loved her more and more each day, and best of all? No crazy stuff. We’d both found what we were looking for in each other.
My friends, who had been driven away by my ex’s antics, had begun to renew their friendships with me, and were pleased to discover I was with someone who wasn’t nuts. Rowan’s gentle ways soon won them over, and she suddenly had her pick of friends to choose from. Surrounded by people who adored her, she thrived, and the world became so much bigger than the tiny bubble she’d created around herself. And yet, if they all disappeared tomorrow, and it was just the two of us again, we’d cope fine.
~
She lay on the bed, sucking on her fingers, keeping eye contact as I stripped off. I went straight in, my head between her legs, giving her what we both needed: my tongue inside her, probing her wetness as she relaxed and sighed, giving in to the demands I placed on her body. As I flicked my tongue over her clit, gently sucking on it, she bucked her hips, moaning, gripping my hair, and pulling me in to her climax.
I moved over her, kissing her lips and meeting her tongue as she kissed me. Where she was once shy and tentative, we now did battle for supremacy, for ownership, and I confess to giving in to her. Always.
She pushed me, flipping me onto my back and rocking her groin against mine. Once again, she had me just where she wanted me, and there was nowhere else I wanted to be. “Rowan,” I said, running my hands from her neck down her breasts, and pulling her up to my torso so I could slide my fingers into her.
Rowan leaned back, giving me bet
ter access as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. She shuddered, rolling off me and moving beside to go down on me, taking me in her mouth and lovingly running her tongue down my length. Grinning as she came back up, she bit down on her lip rather than keep going. What a tease. “I fucking love it when you do that,” I said, stroking her hair. She was in full command, whether she realised it or not.
She sat up, grabbing the box on the bedside cabinet and taking a condom from it, rolled it down my cock as I watched her. She frowned as she sat astride me, lowering herself slowly. I filled her and she leaned forward to kiss me.
“You don’t have to look unhappy about it.” I laughed. I knew why she was looked that way, but in a few moments, I’d get that smile back on her face.
I pulled her over, flipping her onto her back this time, and she smiled, her eyes warm with the love she felt for me. When our eyes met, and I saw that look, I knew I was home.
“I just …” Her sentence went unfinished as I pulled back and thrust hard into her. Distracted, she moaned, meeting my hips for the second thrust, her body possessed by our joining together, and I knew I had her.
Our lovemaking had become more energetic as the confidence she had in her body grew. I worshipped every inch of her, and once she’d accepted that as fact and not as me trying to make her feel better about some imagined flaw, she had become more bold in bed. It was amazing; she was amazing.
I pinned her to the bed, holding her arms as I pounded into her, deeper and deeper as she thrust back. I let go with a groan, crashing my lips into hers with another kiss that consumed us both. She hooked her legs around mine, not letting me pull out, and I laughed, rubbing my nose to hers and planting tiny kisses on her face.
“Got you,” she whispered.
“Always.” She let me go so I could roll to the side, panting at the effort.