Chapter 22 #3
The unexpected force made me gasp.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Yes,” I replied. “But in a deliciously good way.”
His lips found mine again, and he pushed in harder, going as deep as he could. He remained there for a moment as I adjusted to the size of him. Once I felt comfortable, I moved my pelvis, letting him know I was ready for more.
Not missing a beat, he started moving, sliding in and out. The more he did that, the easier it became, and my pleasure built. I hooked my leg over his hip, trying to give him better access. I wanted more. I needed more.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Rowan said, moving faster.
The pleasure built, and I met him thrust for thrust, sweat coating my skin.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” he said. “But I’m not ready for this to be over.” His hands were all over me. In my hair, on my hip, on my breast. He was everywhere. And I wanted more.
I was going to come soon, too.
Rowan grabbed my hips and flipped us so now I was lying on top of him. “I want to see you ride me.”
“You talk an awful lot while you’re having sex,” I said, pushing myself to a sitting position, trying to get adjusted to him. He felt huge inside me.
“Well, we are sharing a wonderful experience together. Why wouldn’t we talk?”
I braced my hands on his chest, pushing down a bit to accommodate more of him. That felt better.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “That feels good.”
I started moving. It felt different in this position.
“What are you thinking?” he asked. “You’re very quiet.”
“There are a million thoughts going on in my head,” I admitted. “So many sensations and feelings. I don’t even know what to say.”
“How does it feel?”
“Fantastic.” I moved faster, trying to hit the right spot.
He reached up, grabbing my breast. “That’s it.” He thrust up.
I moaned as pleasure exploded through me. Rowan sat up and wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place as he slammed into me, finding his release. I clutched his shoulders, never wanting this feeling to end.
We collapsed on the bed, sated.
“That was fucking fantastic,” he said, peppering me with kisses.
“I think I’m going to sleep just like this,” I said, not wanting to move. Ever.
“Hold that thought.” Rowan pulled out and rolled off the bed, heading for the bathroom. He returned a moment later, collapsing on top of me. “You’ve ruined me,” he mumbled, kissing me.
“How so?” I laughed.
“I never want to fuck anyone else. You’re it. Forever.” He nuzzled his mouth against my neck, sucking on it.
I lay there thinking about his words. For some reason, I understood what he meant. Something about being with him felt right.
The door downstairs opened and closed. Voices began filling the house.
“Rowan!” Jacob shouted. “Where the fuck is your sorry ass? I can’t believe you just left us at the bar. Total dick move.”
Rowan leaned his forehead against mine. “I need to go make an appearance. You stay here.” He slid out of bed and grabbed some sweatpants, pulling them on. “I love seeing you in my bed. Naked.” He smiled, then left the room, closing the door behind him.
I lay there content, sore, and blissfully happy.
The rough timbre of the guys’ voices carried upstairs.
“You better not be up there fucking Laney,” Danny said.
“What I do with Laney is none of your damn business,” Rowan replied.
“Except that it is.”
“We’re not having this conversation right now,” Rowan said. “Laney is here.”
Silence followed.
The bedroom door opened and closed.
“Laney?” Adan whispered, startling me.
“What are you doing here?” I yanked the blanket over me, horrified that he might have seen me naked.
“Are you in his bed?” he asked, his voice laced with accusation.
“Get out. I’m not dressed, and you shouldn’t be in here.” I clutched the blanket, not understanding why he was here.
“Get up and get dressed. I’ll walk you back to your place.”
I blinked, dumbfounded. “I’m staying here tonight,” I said, irritated that he wanted to take me home.
“There are things you don’t know,” Adan said gently. “Laney, I’m sorry, but you can’t be with Rowan.”
I hated that people kept telling me that I shouldn’t be with Rowan. It was my relationship with Rowan, not theirs. The two of us would figure this out without their help. “I know more than you think I do.” I sat up, keeping the blanket against my chest.
In the dim light, I could just make out his silhouette near the door. His hands were on his hips. “Did he tell you? Or did you already know?”
“I—”
The door opened, the light from the hallway spilling inside. Rowan stood in the doorway. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” he demanded, his voice low, coming out as a growl, the threat clear. It sent a shiver through me.
“You know what’s at stake,” Adan said.
Rowan stepped into the room, his focus on Adan.
Adan bowed his head. “I’m sorry. I’m only trying to help. Danny asked me to see what was going on.”
“I’ll tell you what I told the others. None of you are to interfere in my relationship with Laney. That’s an order. Now get the fuck out of my room.”
The command in his voice made me tremble. I’d never seen this side of Rowan before, and it was frightening.
With his head hanging low, Adan left.
Rowan closed the door, his back to me. He took several deep breaths, his muscles rippling.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He nodded. “Just give me a second.”
In the darkness, it was hard to see clearly. However, it looked like his fingers had claws.
He tilted his head one way, his neck cracking. A shudder ran across his back. When he straightened and turned to face me, his eyes were unnaturally bright, as if they were glowing.