Chapter 20
“Dinner, huh?” Rowan teased as she leaned against the back of her stool, putting a bit of distance between them. “Do you still want to look under my dress, Daddy?” Hugh’s hands paused on the hem of her dress, a look of horror rounding his eyes.
“Please, God, never call me Daddy again. Our family’s going to get enough looks as it is when we show up together.”
“Fine,” she laughed, but does this mean you won’t call me your good little girl?”
“Never.”
Hugh was barely paying any mind to her words. His focus was trained on her dress slipping further up her thighs. Her voice sounded breathier than a moment before when she asked, “Even if you spank me, and I’m brave and don’t cry?”
“Even then, but Christ, stop putting thoughts like those into my head,” he growled. “I’ve been praying for hours that I don’t come the moment I touch her soft skin.”
She leaned as far back as she could, arching her back and opening her legs just that tiny bit more as he finally got all the soft linen of her dress bunched at her waist. Hugh exhaled deeply as he looked his fill.
“For all we’ve done in front of one another, and on my couch and in your bed, we’ve never touched each other,” he paused to grasp her inner thighs, placing her thumbs to either side of her sex, “here.”
She felt a pulse between her legs at his words. “No, we haven’t. I dreamed of touching you.” Hugh looked away from her sex to meet her eyes. “For our first time,” Rowan felt her cheeks heat but continued, “I want to be in your bed. I want both of us naked. I want to feel your body as you feel mine.”
“Anything. Everything.”
Hugh swung her into his arms and walked them to his bedroom. She took a moment to appreciate all the beautiful whites. Her eyes landed on a lovely, crocheted blanket. Hugh set her down. She touched the blanket draped over the foot of his bed. It was the palest of yellows and very soft.
“Yellow is my favorite color.”
“I know,” he replied, heat touching his cheeks.
He’d had something on his bed that reminded him of her. She slipped her sandals off and took a step toward where Hugh stood as still as a statue. She slipped her hands under his shirt. “Take this off.” He ripped it from his body so fast a breeze ruffled her hair. She let her hands trace his body; his chest, nipples, ribs, and abs. She might have drooled, tracing his V-line.
He groaned as her fingers ran lightly across the waistband of his shorts. One fingertip dipped underneath. “Take these off too,” she demanded. He slid his shorts and briefs off together. Now, it was her turn to moan. His sex bobbed free, engorged, and wet with precum. Rowan didn’t know if every man’s penis was as mesmerizing, but Hugh’s hypnotized.
“Surely, there is no man that compares to you,” she whispered. It was his turn to close the distance. His hands went to the bow at her waist and slowly tugged the ends, unraveling the tie until the simple wrap dress fell open.
“Fuck me,” he groaned. “I can’t believe that bit of material was the only thing between me and your body.”
“Remember that in the future.”
He finished slipping it from her shoulders before answering. “Oh, I will.”
No sooner had her dress hit the floor than she found herself picked up and wrapped around his massive body. All his hot, hard muscles pressed against her skin, his length snug between her legs. His mouth took hers almost frantically.
Breaking the kiss, Rowan demanded, “Bed.” She couldn’t stop the squeak of surprise when her body went airborne, only to land in a nest of blankets, a fluffy down comforter, and down pillows. Hugh still stood next to the bed, the bedroom’s surround lights highlighting his body perfectly. He had fisted his length, pumping twice, slowly.
“I’ve dreamed of you in my bed, just like you are right now, naked and waiting for me. Christ, Row. You texted me when you were in Texas that you wondered what our first time would be like. How do you see it now? Before stuff,” he grinned wolfishly, “or straight to me inside you? We’ll do it all, trust me, but in what order is the question.”
“You. Inside me. Before stuff, after. I’ve dreamed about you sliding into me too many times only to wake up empty and wanting.” He slid open the drawer of his nightstand, taking out a box of condoms. Rowan started to pant as he ripped the foil packet open and started rolling it on.
“You remembered to get them.”
“As soon as you told me, I texted housekeeping to get some.” At her shocked look, he asked, “What, should I have left my mother in the car on the way to lunch to run in and buy prophylactics?”
As he kneeled on the bed and crawled his way over to straddle her body, she kept giving his sex side-eye. He was…large, and she was…not. “Umm, Hugh, I know having sex one time doesn’t make me an expert on…size, but?—”
“It doesn’t.”
He distracted her for a moment by kissing a path to her breasts.
“But…I’ve fooled around before and?—”
“Can we agree to never discuss anything that you’ve done with a man who isn’t me? We’ll fit together perfectly. Trust me.”
“Fine. Since we’re discussing do’s and don’ts—you will never say the words woman and hookup if they aren’t referring to me.” She raised her eyebrows in question.
“Noted. Now relax and let me touch you,” he demanded.
He touched her everywhere until she begged him to take her. “Please, Hugh, please.” He took her mouth again, their tongues savagely using the other. She stretched her legs around his hips, opening herself for what was next. He was rubbing his sex over her own, creating friction that had her hips lifting before fitted himself at her entrance and slowly began to push.
“I love you,” he whispered against her mouth.
He went a few inches deeper, stopping when he felt her stiffen. It felt tight. Scorching. Impossible.
“Rowan, baby, look at me.”
When she opened her eyes, wondering when she’d even closed them, it was to find Hugh looking at her with such raw need his body shook with it.
“Take a few deep breaths, my love. Calm, deep breaths. Let me love you. Trust me with your body.”
She could feel his tightly leashed strength cradling her body. His tenderness and patience washed away her anxiety. She reached behind his head and pulled him down to her mouth. She undulated her tongue against his, mimicking the movement they both wanted where they joined. He started to move again, short in and out thrusts.
“Fuck, Row, you’re taking more of me now.” He leaned back, giving them both a better view. “You can take more. Will you?”
His voice was rough, gritty, and harsh. He liked touching her. He really liked being inside her. She liked him there too. When he took her hand and placed it where they joined, she cried out, lust making her hips jerk and him sink deeper.
“Make yourself come, baby. I’ve dreamed of you touching yourself while I’m buried deep in your body.”
There was no timidity between them. No more doubts about what would fit where. They had always craved each other and definitely craved watching one another touch themselves. She circled her nub with increasing speed, barely registering that he was fully seating himself over and over except to acknowledge how good it felt. He held her hips in a viselike grip as he pounded into her.
When her movements became uncoordinated, jerking, she moaned deep. “So close, so close, babe,” she wailed. As her body exploded, her orgasm squeezing and pulsing around Hugh, he slammed into her a final time before stilling. His whole body seemed to swell, including the part inside her—his sex became wider before pulsing, and his orgasm drew out her own, wringing a keening wail from her throat.
Hugh was shaken.His body felt wrung out but energized at the same time. He bent to kiss Rowan, who was looking a little befuddled. He smiled, satisfied. She took his mouth, deepening the kiss and making him almost forget himself. “Shit!” he exclaimed, “I almost forgot.” He slowly pulled out, careful to hold the condom in place until he could get it off. He was already getting hard again, which made the process difficult.
“I made an appointment with my gynecologist. I’m going to try an IUD. Maybe my system will like that better than the pill,” she smiled sheepishly. “I desperately want to feel you inside me without anything between us.”
“God, I love how open you are talking about what you want. I always want you to tell me what you need from me.” Once the condom was tied and set aside, he rolled to his back, bringing Rowan’s body on top of his. “I’ll take you any way I can get you, condom or no,” he grinned, adjusting her body so he could take her mouth in a kiss.
“I feel like I just jumped from the sexual novice class and went straight to pro,” she laughed against his throat, where she was currently kissing and sucking his neck, taking his dick from half-mast to full attention. “I do have a few more holes in my education,” she said as she moved back to his mouth, moving her lower body against his erection.
“What holes?” Hugh moaned, distracted by her body moving over his sensitive flesh.
“I’m ready for the before stuff,” she admitted, pulling back to swipe her tongue over his lips, earning a moan from him.
She started to scoot down his body, obviously intent on furthering her education. He stopped her by grasping her hips and pulling her higher instead. “I’m afraid you’ve landed yourself a man who plans on living out every single fantasy I’ve ever had about you—and there are hundreds,” he finished speaking as he pulled her close enough that his warm breath touched her core.
He expected some resistance to the position—her knees on either side of his ears, her center suspended above his face, but she only looked at him with intense interest. Rowan was intrepid. Bold and adventurous. He always felt her quiet calm hid something else…edgy and real. It had called to him. He imagined it always would.
“Grab the headboard, baby. I’ll do the rest.” As soon as he eliminated the space between them, he worked his mouth over her sex until she was begging for release. He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks so she couldn’t move away, forcing her to ride him until she was screaming her release.
She moaned a holy shit before she slid back down his body to lay boneless and content beside him. She maneuvered her arm to support her head so she could see his face. She leisurely kissed and stroked her tongue over his mouth.
“I made a mess of your beard.”
She wasn’t apologizing. “I planned on shaving it off before tonight, but you mentioned wanting to know what it felt like against your skin. Would you be upset if I got rid of it?”
“Of course not, babe. You’ll be the sexiest man I know, with or without it. When did you grow it out?” she asked curiously.
Hugh tried not to stiffen, but he felt her go still. She’d noticed his unease. “Right after I got married.”
Her hand patted his chest, making circles over his stomach. “Helen hated beards, huh?”
Hugh huffed out a laugh. Row was a smart woman. “Correct,” he admitted. “Let me know when you get hungry. I’ll order room service.” Rowan used the hand pressed to his chest to lever herself up. Smiling mischievously, she announced she was ready for more before stuff. He could order food later.
As she moved down his body, he thought he might die from the anticipation alone. When she knelt between his legs and took his aching arousal between her hands, stroking just the way he liked—like she’d seen him do to himself—he came close to orgasming. When her mouth came into play, he almost lost his mind.
He gathered her hair in his fist so his view was unimpeded, doing his level best not to push her head down and slide further in. Watching himself disappear over and over into her mouth had his balls tightening. He was close.
Before she took him over the edge, he gently eased her head back until he fully slid from her mouth, causing them both to moan. “Come here, baby. I want to be inside you again.”
“And I wanted you to finish,” she teased.
Hugh got out of bed and put another condom on. “Come here, Row.” She raised her eyebrows in question but crawled to him without comment. She kneeled in front of him, running her hands down his chest and reaching around to massage his ass.
“Mmm, I’ve spent hours studying your ass. My imagination is good, but not as good as this.”
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees.” Her easy capitulation and look of interest, made his abs contract in anticipation.
“Raven told me that when Bran takes her from behind, it goes way deeper, and River said Pat almost gave her whiplash once, so she puts her head on the bed now. I’ll try both ways,” Rowan announced.
She spun around and got into position. Thankfully, the sight of her lush body bent before him helped mute the horror of listening to her casually discussing her sisters and his sons’ sex lives.
Bending, he kissed the tattoo on her ass before massaging the round globes, only letting his long fingers graze her sex and between her cheeks. She was panting and squirming in minutes with his teasing. He let two fingers enter her core. “Christ, baby. You’re so wet. Are you ready to take me again?”
“So ready, please,” she begged.
He placed himself at her entrance and slowly slid in. He couldn’t help the shout that left his mouth at how damn exquisite they fit together.
He kept slow constant strokes. Rowan was already close to orgasming, panting, and begging for release. Seating himself fully, he turned her to her back. She was so tiny he was able to grab her hips and lift them high enough to put him at the perfect angle to hit her G-spot.
“There, Hugh, there. Right there. Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she pleaded.
He went harder and faster, pistoning like a machine. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she came. His climax followed, a feeling similar to freefalling—a heart-pounding, breath-stealing, muscle-seizing moment.
He had to keep reminding himself that this wasn’t a dream. Rowan was actually beneath him—currently collapsed with him laid over her front—both sawing in deep breaths, sweaty skin slick between them.
“My vagina is calling a truce for at least a couple of hours. I love you, Hugh, but I’m not a Timex watch,” she snorted in amusement.
Hugh pulled out and disposed of the condom. “A Timex?” he asked while picking her up to move her to a more comfortable position on the bed.
She laughed outright then. “Don’t you remember the old Timex slogan? ‘It takes a licking and keeps on ticking.’ My dad would use it all the time. A pen, an old car...my mother. My sisters and I finally caught on in high school to what Dad meant when he said it about Mom, and Mom would blush.”
He sat down on the bed, running his fingers through Rowan’s miles of black silky hair. “Give me a few minutes in the bathroom, and then I’ll run us a bath. I don’t want you to stop ticking too soon,” he winked, making her laugh.
“I love you.”
“I love you beyond reason,” Hugh easily admitted. “Can you do me a small favor?”
“Of course.”
She sat up, her expression suddenly solemn as if whatever favor he needed she would take seriously, but watching the sway of her breasts momentarily interrupted his request.
Clearing his throat, he asked, “Do you think you might...not share our sex life with your sisters or, God forbid, Bébhinn?” Bran and Patrick would live to give him a hard time if their wives enlightened them of their father’s bedroom activities—anywhere activities if Hugh had his way.
Rowan looked taken aback like he’d asked her to shave her eyebrows off or stop drinking Slane.
“How precious, babe. You’re shy,” she smirked.
“I am not shy, and you know it.”
“We like to put our experiences in, I don’t know, like an information bank. Like when you held me over your face…Bran and Patrick may not have done that to them, but when I tell them how amazing it was, they would suggest it to their husbands. See?” she asked, speaking slowly as if he were a simpleton who didn’t understand why privacy was a silly concept. “Don’t worry. We never tell everything, but did you know that River and Patrick had a video sex call once, and Pat totally ruined his keyboard with the mess?”
“Jesus, God. I don’t want to know anything you find out from your sisters. Ever.” Sighing, he’d known this was a battle he wouldn’t win, but damn, he could have lived happy the rest of his life without that visual. His boys endured the Byrne share fest, so he would too. Maybe.