Chapter 14 Rowan
Rowan
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The air is still heavy with the sound of the ocean outside, but all I can really hear is the sound of our breathing, uneven and hungry, still tangled up in the heated orgasm he just gave me with only his fingers.
And holy shit that didn't disappoint. That was the hottest orgasm I've ever had in my life. And it wasn’t even sex. If that’s what he can do with his hands, I’m absolutely going to love what he can do with his big dick.
He’s going to wreck me, and God help me, I’m going to let him.
But that’s why I threw out that whole “whatever happens in Coconut Beach stays in Coconut Beach” thing, because I panicked.
Because I felt something I wasn’t supposed to feel and the second he touched me, it stopped feeling wrong.
If felt so right. And I can’t let him know that he already means more than I can handle.
Finn’s lying on his side, propped on one elbow, the towel sitting dangerously low on his hips. His skin is warm against mine, his heartbeat still pounding fast enough that I can feel it when we touch.
I feel lit up from the inside out. Like someone rang my bell and I'm never going to be the same after this.
He leans in and drags his lips along my neck, soft and lazy, like he’s trying to memorize the taste of me. “You like that?” he whispers, voice low and rough, having no idea how much he just obliterated me.
I let out a shaky laugh, because like isn’t the right word. “Yeah,” I breathe. “I more than liked it.”
His grin is slow and dangerous, his thumb tracing circles against my hipbone. “And here I thought friends aren’t supposed to give each other orgasms.”
The way he says it, filthy and warm, makes me shiver all over again. Who knew Finn was so dirty? God, I love this.
I look down, feeling his hard cock. Straining against the towel, his chest rising and falling like he’s holding himself back.
My hand moves before my brain can talk me out of it, sliding over his hard abs, feeling every muscle tense under my palm. His breath hitches, a quiet, broken sound that goes straight to my core.
His eyes lock on mine, dark and hot, like he’s barely holding on.
“Rowan…” he whispers, voice a warning and a plea all at once.
“Yes?” I say softly, knowing exactly what I want.
God, I love the way my name sounds like it's a warning, and low and dirty.
I lean in and kiss him, slowly and deep, the kind of kiss that erases every line we ever swore we wouldn’t cross. His hand slides up the back of my thigh, gripping, holding me there like he can’t stand the space between us anymore.
His towel shifts lower and my pulse trips.
It’s pure fire and heat between us, and years of friendship burning into something neither of us can take back after this moment.
We'll probably never be the same ever again.
And I'm really trying to consider that. But that all went out the window and now I feel like I have no self-control when it comes to Finn. I need him.
When he exhales against my lips, it sounds like surrender.
The towel is hanging on by a thread. One soft tug and it’ll be gone.
“Rowan,” he whispers, voice already fraying at the edges.
I shift closer, between his legs, my fingers curling under the edge of the towel. His head tips back, a rough sound tearing out of him. The sight of him like this, so damn big, so hard, makes something inside me snap.
He looks down at me through heavy lashes, eyes dark and wild. “You have no idea how long I've wanted you.”
I drag my nails lightly down his hipbone, and his entire body shudders and the air between us crackles with intensity.
“You sure?” I murmur, my voice low and dangerous.
“Fuck yes,” he breathes.
His hips twitch, his breath goes ragged, and I know exactly what he wants—what I want. I lean in, slow and deliberate, teasing, letting the tension stretch tight enough to make him groan like he’s losing his mind.
The first sound that leaves his mouth is raw, deep, and filthy. His hands fist the sheets, knuckles white.
I look up at him, and the way he’s watching me, like he’d burn the entire world down to keep me, is enough to make my thighs clench and me almost come just by having my mouth on him and watching him come undone.
“Rowan…” he growls.
It’s messy, hungry, and feels reckless. As his hand slides into my hair, guiding me gently, his hips lift in a desperate, involuntary jerk.
He reaches down, grabs my hips, and pulls me up, settling my bare pussy right against him just as he comes. The hot, rhythmic spill of him hits my core, and the shock of it steals my breath.
God.
It feels filthy and intimate and so much like a promise that my whole body trembles.
He grinds up against me, slow and deliberate, coating me in every pulse of his release while keeping himself right at my entrance and close enough to make me shake, far enough to make me lose my damn mind.
A needy sound claws out of my throat. I can’t help it. My clit drags against the slick heat of him, and the tease of it—him—sparks through me so sharply I grip his shoulders just to stay upright.
I should be the one in control. I should be teasing him. But right now, I’m the one being undone.
The way he holds me there—bare, open, wanting—makes me ache so deep I swear he can feel it through my skin. I wasn’t prepared for how much I’d want him inside me, how hard the need would hit the second I felt him come on me instead of in me.
And I regret it. I regret not letting him fill me.
Because now all I can think about is what it would feel like—his heat spilling into me, his body locked tight with mine, his voice saying my name against my mouth as I break around him.
My heart is a mess. My body is worse. And I want him again. More. Deeper. Everything.
I clench my thighs around him as he reaches down, stroking my clit again, my body shaking as I start to feel close again as he rubs himself into my clit, stroking, fucking me with his fingers and making my clit explode again on his fingers.
His breath saws out of him, uneven and ragged, the sound that makes my entire body clench in response.
I rest my hands on his hips, still breathing hard, and he blinks down at me like he’s trying to remember how the world works. Then his hand finds my jaw, warm and a little shaky, and he leans forward, catching my mouth in a kiss that’s soft and slow but absolutely drenched in heat.
“Rowan,” he rasps, his voice so low it feels like it slides right through me. “Holy shit.”
I laugh softly, and it’s a messy, breathless sound. “Yeah,” I whisper. “Holy shit.”
His hand slides down my neck, his thumb brushing the underside of my jaw like he’s memorizing every inch of me in a new way. It’s a small touch, but it makes my heart trip hard in my chest.
There’s this unfamiliar weight in the air between us now. Not just heat or raw unfiltered need. It's more and something that feels dangerous in the best way.
He looks at me like he wants to say something, like there’s a war happening in his chest. I beat him to it.
“I can’t believe I’ve been missing this,” I whisper, my voice shaking more than I want it to. “Have you been this filthy dirty all along with a giant dick?”
He lets out a soft, rough laugh, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Yeah, well… turns out best friends are pretty fucking bad at pretending they don’t want each other.”
The honesty in his voice hits low and deep. My chest aches. Part of this conversation I don’t know if we’re ready to have, yet.
“You wanted me, Finn?”
His eyes tell me everything I think I’ve always known, and the vulnerability on his face is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. “I always have, Row.”
His arm slides around me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns against my skin. Outside, the waves are rolling, steady and soft. I rock against him and he moans into my neck, making me feel safer and more loved than I’ve ever been.
Here, tangled up in him, I can feel my world tilting just a little. And for once, I don’t want to fight it.
The fan hums softly above us, but it’s the ocean breeze seeping through the window that keeps everything warm and lazy. Finn’s body is solid and heavy against mine anchoring me, like the world outside of this little cottage doesn’t exist.
We must’ve fallen asleep wrapped around each other, because when I blink awake, sunlight is cutting across the bed in golden stripes, and his arm is locked around my waist like he’s claiming me even in his sleep.
I stretch slowly, and his chest presses into my back, his breath warm against my shoulder. He shifts, nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck, and mumbles against my skin, “Mmm. Morning.”
“It’s not morning,” I whisper back, voice still rough from sleep.
He lets out a low laugh when he sees the clock. “Damn. Noon already?”
I grab my phone from the nightstand, squinting at the screen. “Yep.”
He presses a lazy, soft, and dangerous kiss to my shoulder. “I’m starving,” he mutters. “Let’s get lunch and then volleyball. Cal’s gonna annoy the hell out of us if we don’t show up.”
I roll over to face him, my hair probably a wreck, him looking so unfairly gorgeous. This is so bad. Because I want to stay here, tangled up with him, forever. Like forget home. We'll just live here now in Coconut Beach. We can move our businesses here. I like here.
Instead, I say, “Lunch.” Like it’s a normal thing you do with your best friend after you had the best orgasms. Like my heart isn’t still hammering from thinking about what just happened.
He gets up first, and heads to the bathroom, tossing me a look over his shoulder that makes me bite my lip. And just like that, we’re moving through the motions, like we didn’t just cross a line that can’t be uncrossed.