Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
?? MONTE CARLO, MONACO
“ D on’t start acting all innocent now, Avery. Take your clothes off.”
“B-but,” she stammered, panic burning through her veins. “The entire team is still in the motorhome.”
“So?” He leaned back, draping his arms over the back of the sofa whilst spreading his legs out. This man was the portrait of arrogance, indolence, and masculine beauty. “I’d love to make you scream and let everyone know you’re mine. But since we’re breaking hundreds of rules right now, I’m going to keep all your pretty moans to myself, because they belong to me.”
“I’m not yours,” she breathed out.
“Yeah?” He smirked, jutting his chin towards her. “Is that why you’re wearing my name and number?”
Her chest heaved. “I hate you.”
“I know.”
Trailing her gaze over his alluring physique, she sucked in a breath at the sight of his hard muscles and the obvious arousal straining against his basketball shorts.
“Don’t look at me like that, sunflower. And don’t make me ask you again. Clothes. Off. Now.”
Chills arose on every inch of her skin at the sound of his low, hoarse voice. Kicking her shoes off, she watched the way his eyes darkened as he took her in with a slow once-over. She unbuckled her belt and pulled her trousers down, trying not to melt under the intensity of his scrutiny.
“Good girl,” he praised huskily. “Now, come here.”
Straddling his lap, Ava shivered when his calloused palms came in contact with the outsides of her thighs. “I’m obsessed with your thighs,” he murmured. “Just fucking obsessed with all of you.”
Ava couldn’t help but blush at his words. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, hating how she would always become timid whenever he worshipped her. She still couldn’t understand how and why Rowan had chosen her in a world full of other women.
“You’re gorgeous, Avery,” he whispered when she didn’t say anything. His hands curved around her bottom, palming and remembering. “Everything about you is.”
She kissed his jaw in response.
Rowan then cupped her face, obliging her to find honey eyes darkened by intense desire. “What do you say, baby?”
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“That’s right.”
And then, his lips found hers.
The kiss was different from the one they had shared earlier. This one was messy, eager, filled with lust.
Rowan pulled her closer by the waist, letting his hands slip under her shirt. She could feel his prominent bulge pressing against her centre, so she rolled her hips, causing him to groan in the back of his throat.
“Can I touch you here?” he asked, fingers dancing across her ribs just as he peppered open-mouthed kisses on the curve of her jawline.
“Yes,” she answered in a breath.
“Here?” His hand caressed her stomach.
That was the part of her body she was most self-conscious about. Because it wasn’t flat or toned.
But his touch made her feel like she was a work of art; one in a million.
Instead of rearing back and hiding, she accepted his silent adoration, leaning further into his touch like he was drawing stars over her insecurities.
Butterflies took flight inside her stomach when time stood still as his gaze found hers, a foreign gleam alighting his starlit eyes.
So she found herself saying, “Yes.”
“Thank you.” They shared another kiss before he broke the contact, his hand finding her cleavage. “What about your tits?”
They were heavy, aching. She couldn’t help but moan softly when he grazed his thumb over her peaked nipple through her bra.
Ava nodded. “You can touch me everywhere.”
He placed a kiss above her heart, where his number was. “Am I the first one who gets to touch you like this?”
“Yes.”
“What a privilege,” he said, smirking. His hand slipped lower until his fingers skimmed over her clothed core, teasing her with a featherlight touch. He pressed on her clit with his middle finger. “Am I the only one who can make you come this hard?”
Her fingers tangled through his hair as she tried to keep her breathing even and her whispered sighs quiet. “Yes.”
“And am I going to be the only one who gets to fuck this tight little cunt?”
Ava nodded, already lost in a haze of pleasure. “Yes.”
“Good.”
She cradled his face, lifting herself on her knees to take control when she kissed him. She felt his smirk against her mouth just as he drew circles on her clit, causing a moan to get stuck in her throat.
“As much as I love the pretty sounds you make, you’ve got to stay quiet, baby. Thiago isn’t next door right now, but he can come into his room anytime. He can’t hear you, okay? The walls are thin.”
“How do you know?” She tugged at his roots, tilting his head back as she peppered kisses down the column of his throat.
“Can’t even tell you how many times I heard him and Kam shag.”
“Oh.”
“So, you’re going to have to be extra quiet. Okay, sunflower?”
She trailed her hands down his pecs. “Same goes for you. You’re a vocal man, so let’s see if you can make it when I suck you off.”
His brows were lifted in slight puzzlement. “Who gave you that much confidence?”
“My books.”
“Your books,” he scoffed. “Yeah, right.”
He tugged the waistband of her underwear down until she was out of it. Bunching the lace, he pulled her lower lip down until her mouth was agape.
“You have such a bratty mouth.” He put the ball of lace on her tongue, closing her lips. “That’ll shut you up for now.”
She glared at him, but the annoyance didn’t last long before his fingers found her core, collecting her arousal.
“For someone who’s been claiming to hate me, you sure are soaking wet for me.”
She rolled her eyes annoyedly. Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulder when he circled her clit fast. She watched his gaze follow his fingers’ motions, totally enthralled.
“The only time you’re going to roll your eyes at me is when I make you come.” He then thrust a finger in, his thumb applying pressure on her clit.
A gasp tried to break free when she threw her head back, rocking her hips in tandem with his finger’s rhythm. His other hand trailed upwards until it cupped a breast, tugging her bra down.
She loved the feeling of his hands on her because even with rough callouses and scarred palms, his touch was delicate and careful.
Rowan inserted a second finger in, a grunt rising from the back of his throat. “You’re so fucking tight. I’m going to wreck you.”
He’d already wrecked her. And the more she kept being pulled towards him, the more she felt like plummeting from the edge of a precipice, unable to pull herself up to the surface. Ava knew that if she played too dangerously close to the border, she would simply crash. Hard. Unexpectedly. She wasn’t sure if she wanted this.
He pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in, played with her clit, causing her stomach to clench. When his digits curled and brushed her sweet spot, she bit back a moan. Rowan’s lips were parted as he watched his arousal-coated fingers thrust in and out.
“More,” she tried to say.
“What’s that?” he asked huskily, dropping his other hand from her breast to her hip.
“More.”
The panties bunched in her mouth were bothering her, so she took them out under the glare Rowan threw at her.
“Did I say you could take it out?”
She ignored his question, dropping her forehead onto his. “Rowan,” she gasped as quietly as she could. The sound of her arousal made her legs tremble just as he picked up his pace. “I need more.”
“You needy brat,” he spat out before putting a third finger in.
Ava bit her lower lip to stifle her moan. As she pulled Rowan’s hair, he groaned softly.
“You like that?” he asked. “When I finger-fuck you like this?”
Ava nodded.
“Words, baby.”
“Y-yes,” she breathed out, grinding against the heel of his palm. “I need more.”
“Jesus, Avery, you—”
“Fuck me. Properly. I want you.”
He stilled, the loss of pressure on her clit causing her to whine and buck her hips in search of friction.
“Sunflower—”
“Please,” she whispered.
She didn’t know it was possible, but his eyes darkened even more. “Are you sure, baby?”
She nodded. “Please,” she repeated. “The rule doesn’t apply anymore since you’ve already raced.”
“You’re so pretty when you beg.”
He pulled out, and she could feel her entire body thrum with intense desire, aching for release. He brought his soaked digits to her lips. “Open.” She wrapped her lips around his fingers, sucking them clean and moaning softly at the taste of herself. “Good girl.”
“Rowan,” she murmured, caressing his chest and holding his gaze. “I want you to fuck me. But if you don’t want to today, it’s fine. We can just—”
“I want to,” he interrupted gruffly. “So bad.”
“Are you sure?”
He grabbed her hand to put it overhis erection, bucking his hips upwards. “Feel that? That’s how bad I want you. You get me so hard all the damn time. And I’ve wanted you for so long, Avery. It’s just that the moment I fuck you, everything is going to feel different.”
She brushed her lips to his. “And what happens if this gets real?”
She heard Rowan swallow thickly. “You tell me.”
For a moment, for an eternity, she watched all those fears of being abandoned mist over his eyes. She knew Rowan had been used to hookups with no strings attached, to fuck women and leave them because they didn’t mean anything to him.
But this was different. Ava knew it, and so did Rowan.
Neither of them knew exactly what it was. So, for the time being, they let lust take over until something more powerful could replace that ephemeral feeling.
Ava kissed him softly—a promise to never leave, even if he pushed her away. Rowan deserved to have someone who would fight for him.
He returned the kiss with equal fervour, cupping her face. When their tongues brushed with more intensity and their breaths became heavy with need, she dragged the heel of her palm against his shaft, making him groan.
“Can I keep going?” she asked.
“Please.”
She smiled against his lips. “ You’re so handsome when you beg.”
Tugging his shorts and boxer briefs down, she wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, pumping it a few times. All the while kissing him, she collected his arousal on the pad of her thumb, spreading the wetness around the head before shifting so she could sit on his erection. She slid along his length, causing them both to whimper quietly.
He threw his head back, hands on her hips. “Fuck.”
He guided her, occasionally meeting her halfway by bucking his hips upwards. Her clit brushed against his throbbing cock, and she could already feel herself on the cusp of falling apart.
But Rowan had other plans.
Pushing her away, he kissed her cheek before reaching into his duffel bag at the foot of the sofa.
He pulled a condom out, smirking smugly.
“Do you carry these with you everywhere?”
“Yes,” he said, opening the foil packet. “Bought these when we started seeing each other.”
“Really?” She took the condom to roll it down his length, and he sucked in a breath at the sensation. “You don’t have old ones in your bag?”
“No. I bought a new pack for us. I told you; I haven’t had sex in over a year. You’re not a simple fuck to me, Avery. Understand?”
She lifted herself on her knees, bringing the tip to her entrance. “Yes.”
Rowan leaned in to peck her lips. “Are you sure about this?”
“Certain,” she whispered. “Are you?”
“Yes. Go ahead, use me.”
She lubricated the condom by rubbing his erection along her folds, holding her breath when she pushed the tip in.
“God,” she mumbled.
He was holding her waist, coaxing her with a soft caress. “What the fuck are you complaining about?”
“You’re so fucking big.”
He smirked, guiding her down on him. “We’ll make it fit, love.”
She tried to relax, sinking down inch by inch. She’d never had anyone as big as Rowan. Never had anyone better than Rowan.
She winced, feeling him stretch her out.
Rowan kissed her softly, rubbing soft circles on her hip. “Relax, baby. Take deep breaths for me. I’m not even halfway in.”
“You and your massive dick,” she said to ease the uncomfortable sensation skittering across her body.
As she found support on his shoulders, he grabbed her hand to kiss her inner wrist. “Loving all these compliments.”
“And your fucking ego.”
He chuckled, making that slight flicker of pain vanish.
Once she had sunken down and he was buried to the hilt, a groan rumbled in his chest as he leaned his head on the back of the sofa. He pinched his eyes shut for a second, breathing in before finding her gaze with lustful eyes.
“Holy fuck,” he mumbled. “You good?”
Ava nodded, that feeling of discomfort now gone as he started rubbing her clit with his middle finger. “I’m okay.”
“Move when you’re ready.”
She pushed herself up on her knees, glancing to where they were connected. Lowering herself down, she let out a pleasured sigh.
Switching between rolling her hips and bouncing up and down, Ava rapidly found a rhythm that made the both of them pant heavily.
He was holding her hips, nails digging into her skin as he guided her.
“Perfect.” His cheeks were rosy, his eyes black with unrelenting desire. “That’s it. Atta girl, ride my cock like it’s all yours.”
“Rowan.” She felt herself clench around him as he thrust his hips upwards to meet her halfway. The sound of their arousal and their skin slapping echoed inside the small room, and she prayed no one would hear them.
“I know, baby.” He pressed his thumb to her clit, drawing rapid circles. “I’m close, too.”
She looked at his heaving chest, watching a bead of sweat roll down the valley of his pectorals. “Does this feel good?”
He cupped the back of her head to pull her forehead towards his. He continued to circle her clit all the while thrusting hard and fast. She knew he was driving himself to insanity for not letting a sound out, just like she was trying to be as quiet as possible.
He kissed her messily. “Feels fucking incredible. You feel like a dream, Avery. So tight. So wet. So perfect.”
Watching how his brows were knitted together, complete pleasure etched on his face as he tried to fuck her with as much passion as she was giving him, Ava couldn’t help but tip her head back.
Her eyes rolled in pleasure, and when Rowan accidentally let out a moan, she felt her walls tighten. The pressure on her clit made her unravel. Shaking hard, she fell forward and bit his shoulder to keep her screams silent.
Rowan continued to fuck her deeply, the tip of his cock continuously brushing her sweet spot as he helped her ride out her high by pressing on her clit.
Then, his thrusts became sloppy, unsteady, and he fell apart. His legs trembled as he spilled into the condom, hugging Ava close to his chest as his body spasmed.He whimpered in the back of his throat, heavy breaths fanning across her neck.
“Holy shit,” he whispered before kissing her neck.
She could feel his hands caress her thighs as she was still trying to recuperate her breath, that haze of intense pleasure slowly vanishing away.
“You okay, sunflower?”
Ava pulled away just enough to look into his eyes. “Yes. You?”
The smile illuminating his features was akin to a ray of sunlight beating down on her skin.
“I’m perfect. I mean, I just got laid by the prettiest girl walking the paddock.”
She pushed his shoulder. “You’re an idiot.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “I promise I’ll fuck you very soon in a place where you can scream all you want.”
“Great.” Her cheeks flushed, and he chuckled. That adoration, that tenderness drawn on his face made warmth invade her chest. “Can’t wait.”
“Someone’s greedy,” he teased playfully, though that blazing devotion burning in his eyes never once wavered.
After helping her stand up and laughing at her because she felt weak in the knees, Rowan discarded the condom in the bin. He helped her clean up and fix her hair, complimenting the locks and her body.
“How do I look?” she asked once she was fully dressed.
He grinned. “Like you’ve been freshly fucked by yours truly.”
Ava rolled her eyes and walked towards the door.“Fuck you, Emerson.”
She didn’t have to look at him to know he was still smiling. “You just did.”
She opened the door, acting all nonchalant and indifferent despite her hammering heart and the anxiety coiling in her gut. “I hate you!”
“Feeling’s mutual, sunflower,” he called after her.
The corridor was empty. Loud chatter and laughter were coming from the hospitality room, and Ava sighed in relief.
Just as she started walking towards the main room, Thiago rounded the corner with a bowl of pasta in hand and a bottle of water in the other.
He smiled, jutting his chin towards her. “Sup, girl.”
She waved. “Hey, Tito. Great race.”
“Thanks.”
She brushed past him, and he pivoted, gaze narrowed on her face.
“Come in my room for a sec.”
She followed him, albeit reluctantly. His room was empty, which made her sigh in relief. As much as Ava loved Kamari, she didn’t want anyone to hear what Thiago was about to say. Because Ava had a feeling he was going to mention Rowan.
Thiago placed his bottle of water and bowl on the small table and leaned against it, tucking his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
“Are you being careful, Ave?”
Ava blinked. “Careful?”
“With Rowan.” He rubbed the back of his neck, emitting a nervous chuckle. “I mean not sexually. I mean, I hope you’re being careful, but I mean—shit, sorry. Are you sure you know what you’re doing? I’d hate for you two to get in trouble.”
Ava tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, chewing the inside of her cheek. “How do you know?”
“Come on, Ave,” he said, a soft smile on his lips. “I’m not daft. That bickering? Those secret glances? That incessant ‘ He hates me, but I hate him even more’ ? You can’t fool me. I know you enough to know how you act around other men on this team, and the way you’re with Rowan is not how you act with the other guys.”
It took a few seconds before she said, “Don’t tell anyone.” What was the point of hiding it from Thiago?
“You know I won’t.”
She released a long sigh. “Do you think other people know?”
Thiago shook his head. “I don’t think so, no. I just pay attention to things most people ignore. Your secret's safe with me.”
“Thank you, Tito. It just… happened.”
He shrugged. “Good for you.”
“We’re not together.”
He smiled mischievously. “Yet.”
“I’m not sure what we are.”
There was a small beat of silence as Thiago observed Ava’s features. She wondered if she looked happy, serene. She surely felt like it. After a moment of contemplation, his voice echoed softly. “You’re good for him. Probably the best thing he’s ever had. And he’s good for you.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, he’s whatever.”
Thiago laughed. “Just be careful, alright?”
“I will. Thank you.”
He winked. “I’ve got your back. You should come to my boat party. It’s just the inner circle and Rowan’s circle. Would be a good opportunity to be with starboy away from prying eyes and the team, you know?”
The idea was tempting, but she shook her head. “I can’t be seen with you outside of work.”
“Come on,” Thiago pleaded. “You’ll be fine if I tell them I was the one who invited you.”
Ava sighed. She’d been wanting to spend time with Rowan outside of work, anyway. Still, she was reluctant. She just hoped no one would get in trouble. “I’ll kill you if we get caught. You and Rowan both.”