Chapter 39
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
EVERLY
I know it’s super late when I wake to Rowan’s fingers teasing my pussy again.
I wake disoriented and painfully achy—balancing on the precipice of an orgasm that’s just out of reach.
Though my back is pressed against his chest, I can tell Rowan’s fast asleep.
It’s made obvious by the slow steady breathing, the lazy fingering, and the gentle thrusting of his hips against my back.
It’s just how it was the night before. His slow, sloppy circles against my swollen clit shouldn’t feel so good, yet they do.
Unfortunately, it’s not quite enough to send me over the edge.
I choke on a whimper, trying hard not to wake both guys lying on either side of me.
I bite the inside of my cheek in an attempt to distract myself. It doesn’t help. A groan escapes before I can cut it off.
I’ve even found myself needing to claim you in my sleep. I can’t get enough of you, Everly.
Rowan’s words from several hours ago whisper on repeat in my head.
Just like when he’d uttered them the first time, they spur on an unwanted shiver to run down my spine.
I should be appalled or at the very least frightened by his deep-seated coveting.
It’s too intense, too all consuming. Yet, I can’t find it in me to be more than surface level irritated with him.
Deep down, his words and actions have soothed one of my deepest insecurities.
Rowan thinks I’m some passionate, courageous woman on a quest to save my childhood love.
It’s a beautiful thing to be seen in such a positive light.
None of it’s true, of course. I’m just desperate to save the one person who might’ve actually cared for me at one point in their life.
Still, I want to be the person Rowan is drawn to.
I’m worthy of your adoration, and I can prove it, just tell me how.
Is Rowan even capable of loving anyone other than himself? He’s cocky, narcissistic, and demanding. But there’s something underneath the hardness that I caught a glimpse of in his eyes tonight.
Vulnerability.
For all of Rowan's bluster, he’s not sure of himself.
He’s scared to be judged for what’s underneath the handsome face.
I wonder what it’s like, living under a spotlight all the time and pretending to be this confident, indifferent asshole that the world is expecting to see?
It’s got to be exhausting. When can he turn it off?
With me. He can turn it off with me . I saw it for myself.
Can I love someone like Rowan? The fact I don’t openly object to the idea tells me it might be possible.
The thing is, my heart is battered and bruised.
I’d given it to Maverick only for him to throw it back in my face.
He doesn’t want me. He won’t even consider leaving Serenity Falls because he’d have to lean on me to get out of here.
That’s a hard pill to swallow. I’ll wait here a lifetime until he changes his mind, but a lifetime of loneliness and heartache—that’s a torment Rowan’s offering to buffer for me.
And stupidly, I consider accepting his offer.
My thighs squeeze together as I try to keep Rowan’s hand in place. It doesn’t help. I swallow down another whine as he continues his sloppy fingering.
A featherlight caress across my cheeks startles me enough that my eyes pop open. There, laying in front of me just like he had the other night, is Braum. His eyes are heavy-lidded with sleep but even so, he’s watching me with that muted awe again.
“I got you, Everly,” Braum murmurs, his voice thick with sleep.
Before I can ask what he means, he reaches beneath the covers thrown over all of us and grabs Rowan’s wrist. Rowan doesn’t stir as Braum pulls his hand away from between my legs, nor when I let out a soft grumble of frustration. Braum throws the covers off both of us and sits up.
It’s then I realize he’s not wearing any pajamas. His naked body, long and lean, is on full display even in the dark. My face heats as I realize I’m staring.
“Lay on your back.”
I’m not in the mood to argue. With every nerve tingling, I do as I’m told.
Rowan’s rutting stops but he doesn’t wake.
He simply curls into my side before going still.
Braum shifts his weight carefully, making sure not to jostle the bed too much.
When he’s situated over me, he reaches up and pulls the waistband of the boxers Rowan lent me down.
I must be semi-dreaming because instead of protesting, I lift my hips to help Braum peel them down my legs.
He tosses them aside carelessly, then shifts so that he’s between my legs and begins to lower himself down onto his stomach.
Braum is strangely gentle as he lifts both my legs to place them over his shoulders. Without a word, or a glance up at me, he lowers his face and runs his tongue through my slit.
I bite my fist to keep from crying out. Oh god, how can someone’s mouth be this warm?
It’s practically scalding hot. And wet. So wet.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. As his tongue slides through me, I swear for a second, I do hear his universe speaking to me.
It’s like a gospel singing in my head as I marvel at how good his mouth feels feasting on my pussy.
Braum changes it up, pressing his tongue flat against my core then slowly lifts his head.
This drags his tongue up and through me, touching every single inch of my pussy lips before sliding over my clit.
There’s no spot between my legs he doesn’t lap at and it’s almost overwhelming how good it feels.
I choke on a groan. My teeth dig deeper into my fist to keep the sounds from escaping but I can feel the telltale signs of my orgasm approaching.
He repeats this motion over and over until finally, I cum.
My legs clamp around his head as my back arches up off the mattress.
Unabashed, my hips grind against his face, seeking more pleasure as wave after wave of it pummels me.
I squeeze my eyes shut as emotions well up right alongside the pleasure.
Tears threaten to spill out, but I hold them in tight.
I don’t understand why I’m so close to emotionally unraveling. It can’t be because of Braum, right?
I’ll blame it on the orgasm.
When my body is spent, I relax my legs, letting them rest on Braum’s shoulders.
Blinking back the tears, I force my eyes to open and look down at the man between my legs.
Braum lifts his head, peering over my mound with that same sleepy hooded gaze.
Neither of us move or say anything for a suspended minute.
What is this between us? Why did he do this for me? And what does he want in return?
The answer to the latter question comes a moment later.
Braum carefully takes each of my legs off his shoulders and places them back down on the mattress.
“Roll over, facing Rowan,” he orders softly as he comes up to take his place once more.
Again, I do as I’m told. When Braum curls up behind me, just as Rowan had been just moments ago, I don’t relax. Braum’s hard erection presses up against my bare butt. I stiffen. Is he going to try to enter me this way? Without any lube or prep?
He reaches down to grab my thigh and lifts it. I don’t fight him. Why would I? The last time I said no, he strangled me. Sure, I managed to talk him down after that but this time, I simply don’t have it in me to fight.
I flinch in surprise when the tip of his dick presses against my pussy instead of my back entrance. As Braum presses into me, his hips curve around my body, cocooning me in his warmth. He says nothing as he slowly sinks inside, stretching me with every inch.
To my surprise, the friction of his slow progression into my pussy feels good. Aftershocks from my orgasm tingle inside of me, getting more rapid and stronger the deeper Braum’s dick sinks. My body bears down on him, and I shudder as a wave of unwanted pleasure courses through my veins.
Braum’s lips press a kiss just behind the shell of my ear as he bottoms out.
“Relax and go back to sleep, Everly,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep.
With that, he wraps an arm around my waist to keep me close and goes silent.
Relax? Go back to sleep ? His dick is deep inside me, so hard I swear I can feel his heartbeat. A few minutes pass in a stiff, still silence. When it gets to be too much, I start to squirm. Surely there’s a way to make this more comfortable?—
“ Oh !” I gasp as Braum’s dick hits just the right spot.
I repeat the motion, a slight grind of my hips, and I can’t stop from groaning as my toes curl and body shudders when his dick hits that spot again.
My pussy clenches around Braum, and for a second, I think I might cum again right then and there.
It doesn’t happen, but it’s close. I can feel it.
I rock again, willing to chase a second orgasm since I’m awake.
Braum’s arm tightens around me. “Hold still, Everly.”
He’s telling me no? My mental scoff seems almost loud enough for him to hear through my thick skull.
I want this. He took what he wanted from me yesterday, isn’t it fair to take what I want from him?
Besides, what’s a little bit more wiggling?
So, I don’t stop. Instead, I just try really hard to be more subtle, pretending that the shifting of my hips is more about getting comfortable rather than because I want another orgasm.
Oh god, this feels so good. Grinding as slowly as possible so Braum won’t notice is torture. The pleasure and friction are building between my legs, making me more desperate than ever. A thin layer of sweat is beginning to gather over my body, I’m so close. Just another second…
With a heavy sigh, Braum rolls. My gasp is muffled into the pillow as he manages to roll me onto my stomach with him half on top of me, his dick still deep inside me.