Chapter 36 – ROwan
ROWAN
She’s in her room. She spent all day taking care of the children without a break, then retired to her room.
Sebastian texted to inform me that they’re likely delivering the twins tomorrow evening.
He’s a mess. We’re all a mess. The twins will be very premature and will have to stay in the NICU for a while after they’re born.
I don’t know what to say to the children. We had them very busy today, so they didn’t ask a lot of questions other than at dinner and bedtime. I’m going to have to tell them some version of the truth tomorrow.
Fear grips me by the throat. Once again everything is spiraling toward a dangerous and deadly path, and I have no control over how to stop its trajectory.
I just want to see Marcella. Talk to her. I could hand her the diamond earring and ask a simple what the fuck is going on. But we’ll see what happens on Sunday. It’s only a few more days to wait.
I pull up my text stream, hardly fighting it.
Me: I want to see you.
Marcella: No.
Me: Why not?
Marcella: I broke up with you, remember?
The first real smile I’ve had in days hits my lips.
Me: And I told you I didn’t accept that. I want to see you.
Marcella: It’s not a good idea.
Me: Tell me why not. The truth.
Marcella: I’m not right for you. We’re not right for each other.
I sigh. She’s right. But I don’t care. I wish I did, but I don’t.
Me: One last night. Give me one last night. Please come to my room.
Come on, Marcella. Give me something. Something you haven’t yet. I’ve chased and pushed and forced my way in, and all this time you’ve given me these tiny pieces I didn’t have to steal from you. Show me there is a piece of you that cares.
She doesn’t reply, and I chuck my phone in frustration. It bounces off the floor, and I wince. Shit. I need my phone in case Sebastian rings.
I pick it up, toss it on my nightstand, then go get myself ready for bed. She’s not responding because she’s not coming. She’s told me no and to fuck off countless times, and I haven’t listened.
I climb into bed, the blankets around my waist, my hands behind my head as I stare up at the ceiling. The alarm on my phone pings, and I bolt upright and grab it. She left her room. Her face is triggering the cameras. My breaths quicken, and my heart picks up a few extra beats.
She’s coming here. She’s coming to my room.
Elation sparks through me like an unruly child I can’t contain.
I get out of bed and go to my door, waiting, watching her on the cameras as one flickers after the other, all cataloging her face and tripping the sensor.
Uncertainty is all over her. Her inner conflict is clear as day.
Yet she’s coming, only to stop outside my room.
She doesn’t knock, and I don’t open the door. I wait her out. I let her decide.
Finally, the tiniest tap stirs me away from watching her on my phone to my door.
I open it, and there she is. What’s happening behind those pretty eyes, I can’t tell. She’s bottling herself up, but she’s here, and I don’t care about the rest. This woman puts the air in my lungs and fire in my veins.
I don’t say anything. I don’t hesitate either. My hand cups the back of her neck, and I haul her into my room. The door gets kicked shut, and my lips are on hers. She whimpers as I kiss her with an intensity I’ve never experienced before. It’s that electric moment right before the storm hits.
With my hands on her ass, I pick her up and force her legs around my waist, grinding my cock against her.
Her hands find my hair, and she arches her body up so she can angle her head down and kiss me deeper.
This is what I needed. This connection. This moment to tell me I’m not fucking crazy. There is more here.
I’m in love with her. It hits me like a wave.
The kind that tickles your feet and splashes up your body, shocking you with the cold but making you laugh a little with giddy excitement because you knew it was coming.
I’m so in love with her, I don’t know what to do with myself.
There’s no answer. I see my brother with sweet Bellamy, but that’s not us.
Marcella’s not sweet. She may even have an evil streak I can’t begin to fathom.
Catching her bottom lip between my teeth, I suck it in my mouth, exhaling hard as I go crazy, kissing her like this truly is the last time. I trail kisses everywhere, from her cheek to her ear to her neck to her jaw, getting lost in her scent and warmth.
She tastes so fucking right.
“Such a good girl for me,” I whisper, flicking her tongue with mine. “Say it. Tell me you’re my good girl.”
She moans, sending all the remaining blood to my cock. “I’m your good girl. But only for tonight.”
I smile. My feisty girl always has to drop the caveat. Fine. “Then I don’t have a moment to waste.”
Diving down, I drag my teeth along her jaw to her tits heaving out of the top of her tank top. I bite the plump tissue. She’s so fucking soft. So absolutely perfect. I’ve never felt lust like this with anyone, and I’m on fire with it. Totally gone. Lost in her mouth and skin and scent and body.
I never want to let her go.
Nothing—fucking nothing—has ever been better.
I rip the top of her tank top down to expose her tits to me.
“Jesus,” I gasp when she grinds her pussy in only her little sleep shorts against me.
My heart pounds like a fucking drum, and I cup her breast, squeezing until she moans for me again.
“You’re going to be screaming my name in your sleep for the rest of your life.
You’ll wake up hot and flushed and soaking fucking wet.
I will haunt your dreams. You may think you can be rid of me after tonight, but this is endless. ”
We’re connected. She moves, I feel it.
“Christ, Rowan.” Her hands grow possessive, one sliding under my shirt to run her palm up my abs, her other gripping the back of my hair, holding me tight to her. I shiver against her touch. She’ll haunt me too.
She flattens her back against the door and rips my shirt over my head. I do the same with her tank top and press our naked chests together.
Hell yes.
She wiggles out of my arms, and I set her down to tug down her shorts. She’s wearing the panties I bought her. Pink fucking lace that feels like a sweet little contradiction to the black cat wearing them. Goddamn, she has a beautiful body.
I slide my hand down over her ass and squeeze as I bring her back into me.
Her soft tits press against my chest, and my mouth reclaims hers.
I rub the center of her thong up into her pussy, and she moans, rocking into my hand.
It’s exactly what I was hoping she’d do.
She’s not holding back tonight. She’s giving herself to me.
Her cunt is warm and wet, and when her panties are exactly as I want them, drenched in her, I rip them straight off.
She gasps. “What the hell?”
“I’m keeping these. I’ll end up wearing out the smell in no time with how many times I’ll jerk off to them.”
“Jesus, you’re dirty.”
“Like you.”
I spin her around and press her into the door, licking along her scars, feeling their texture.
As always, she shudders and shakes, but she’s beautiful, and these scars are a part of her.
If she’d let me, they’d only be her past. I reach her ass and yank it back, biting and nibbling and squeezing.
My hand slides between her cheeks, and I ring her wet opening before I slide my finger back to her asshole.
She squirms, and I give her ass a hard smack. “Mine. You’re here, and this is mine tonight. All of it. Whatever I want, however I want it, it’s mine. If you run, I’ll chase you and take it anyway. You know I will.”
She trembles, so fucking wet it’s practically spilling out of her.
I split her cheeks and ring her virgin asshole, sliding a different finger into her pussy. “Oh god,” she groans. “Fuck, Rowan.”
“So fucking hot. So fucking tight.”
I lick her ass, swirling around the muscles and shoving my tongue in, getting her nice and wet there. She rocks into my finger, whimpering and rolling her hips, frustrated that I’m only giving her one finger and nothing on her clit.
I pull back and spin her around, pushing the finger that played with her ass back in it as I kiss her bare pussy.
My cock twitches painfully, and I look up.
With my eyes on hers, I tongue her clit.
My finger pushes deeper into her ass, pumping in and out, and I cover her with my mouth.
I suck on her clit and drag my tongue up her dripping cunt.
Pushing up her thighs, I put both on my shoulders, forcing her to grab onto the door handle and lean hard into the wood for support. I bury my face deeper, shoving my tongue into her as my finger goes in knuckle deep.
“Please,” she begs, her body shaking and her breath shallow.
Just as she reaches her orgasm, I pull back and blow cool air on her pulsing clit. She whimpers and writhes, jutting her hips as if she’s seeking my mouth.
“Shh,” I admonish. “Only good girls get to come.”
“Oh god. Fuck you!” She smacks the top of my head, grips my hair, and tries to push my face back into her.
I chuckle, nibbling on her pussy lips and blowing more cool air on her overheated flesh. Even my finger in her ass is still, and it’s driving her crazy. Like what she’s doing to me.
I hold her hips firmly with my other hand, then slowly play with her clit again, kissing it gently, licking it lightly.
“Fuck,” she hisses. “Rowan, I can’t take it.”
“You can take it. You will take it.”
“You’re punishing me.”
I glance up, glaring at her. “Damn fucking right I’m punishing you, Ella.”
She stills, her eyes going wide and her lips parting. She pulls her legs from my shoulders, plants her feet back on the ground, and my finger slips out of her ass.
She trembles and covers her tits with her arms as if that’ll help anything. “You knew?”