Chapter 82
ROWAN
Song- Cinnamon Sun, Daisy Gray
I can’t fuckin’ sleep.
I roll over in my empty bed, my mind spiraling. Everything with Lyla. The way I dismissed Bella. It caught me off guard how easily she could read me. How she knew that all I really wanted was to hold her.
But instead, I pushed her away.
And Reggie.
I need to make it up to her. Show her what she means to me. How much I crave her.
Kicking off the blankets, I head for the connecting door. I move quietly through Reggie’s house, up the stairs, and ease open his bedroom door.
There she is sleeping soundly on her back, with Reggie curled around her like she’s the only thing keeping him sane.
The soft glow from the hallway spills across the bed as I step inside.
Reggie stirs first, rubbing his eyes. Even half-asleep, he’s alert. Always ready for danger.
Without a word, he moves off her, turning away again and slipping back into sleep.
I creep closer and slip into the space beside her. I rest on my elbow, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest.
The way her breath flutters past those perfect lips.
I trail my fingers along her stomach, and she parts her legs.
“Such a good girl,” I whisper against her ear.
“Hmmm.”
Her back arches when I circle her clit.
“So beautiful, Bella.”
Even in her sleep, she tilts her hips, begging for more.
A grin tugs at my lips as I slide under the covers and settle between her thighs. My fingers are replaced by my tongue.
Teasing her entrance with two fingers, I feel her open up for me. A soft, breathy moan escapes her.
I keep licking her slowly, coaxing her awake. Her hips roll to my rhythm, and then her fingers thread through my hair.
A sharp jolt runs through her body as she yanks the covers back.
Her eyes fly open, wild and half-dreaming.
“W–what are you doing?” she breathes, her voice thick with sleep.
“Don’t make a sound, precious.”
She glances at Reggie, then back to me.
“Don’t wake him. I want you all to myself for a little while. He can join once he wakes.”
Her lips part, and she tugs my hair tighter.
“You’re such a good boy… waking me up like this. Is this your way of apologizing?”
I grin and flatten my tongue against her, tasting every inch of her.
“It’s one of the ways, yeah. Now lie back and let me enjoy you.”
She does as she’s told, her voice barely a whisper.
“I want at least two orgasms out of you.”
“Yes, boss. Now hush. I’ve got a delicious breakfast to finish.”
I slide in a third finger and suck on her clit until she’s shaking.
“R–Rowan,” she gasps, too loud.
My hand slides to her ass, giving her a sharp squeeze in warning.
Her wetness coats my wrist as I curl my fingers inside her.
“God, you’re fucking heaven, Bella.”
She tugs on my hair, hips bucking, riding my face like she was made for it.
“That’s it, ride me.”
Fuck, I could wake her up like this every morning.
When she’s trembling on the edge, I slide in one more finger, pushing her over. She comes hard, and I don’t stop until she’s spent. Then I sit up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand before crawling up over her.
Her lips part, and I slide two fingers between them.
“Taste how good my breakfast was,” I murmur, pressing my cock against her pussy.
Her legs wrap around my waist, holding me there. She sucks my fingers clean, eyes locked on mine.
“That was number one. Where’s my second?”
“That sassy mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble, baby.”
She grabs the chain around my neck and twists. I choke out a curse.
“Fuck me, rockstar,” she orders.
I push inside her, slow and deep, watching her face twist with pleasure. She closes her eyes—
“Eyes on him,” Reggie commands from the other side of the bed.
Her eyes snap open. First to me. Then to him.
“Good fuckin’ girl.”
I grab her thigh and pin it back, thrusting all the way in with one hard snap of my hips.
She screams when my piercings drag against her.
“Fuck, Bel,” I hiss.
She yanks me down by my chain and crashes her mouth to mine. The kiss is rough and consuming—two sinners confessing through hunger.
“Harder, Rowan. Fuck.”
I squeeze her throat and drive into her until my lungs burn and the world narrows to the sound of her moans and the slick slap of our bodies. I come hard, spilling inside her with a shudder.
As the aftershocks fade, she cups my face, breathless.
“I forgive you. Good job.”
I laugh softly, kissing her again.
“I’m sorry, precious. I was in my own head. Shouldn’t have taken it out on you. Won’t happen again.”
She giggles.
“Oh, it can. If that’s how you plan to make up for it.”
I pull out and collapse beside her.
“Did you enjoy that, Irish?” she teases.
“Why don’t you come and find out?” Reggie’s voice rumbles.
She turns to me, lips still swollen, as I lie there tasting her on my tongue.
“It’s your turn to watch now, rockstar.” She presses a kiss to my cheek.
I grin, sitting up.
“Show me what you’ve got. Be a good girl for my brother now.”