Chapter 8
Fritha
An arm slams into my side, jolting me awake. Rowan whimpers beside me as his body twitches.
“Rowan?” I sit up in bed.
His body jerks, and he cries out.
“Rowan!”
I shake him, trying to wake him from the nightmare.
There’s sweat on his brow and his eyeballs are rolling around under his eyelids. He’s stuck in a bad dream.
“Rowan!”
I shake him harder and he jerks awake, sitting straight up in bed so suddenly I have to grip the blankets to stop from rolling onto the floor.
His eyes are wide and wild as he looks around him, and his chest heaves like he’s been running a marathon.
“You were having nightmare.”
His gaze settles on me, and the last of the terror fades out of them. He runs a hand over his face, and when his gaze finds mine again he’s the Rowan I know, calm and steady, his breathing back to a regular pattern.
“Are you okay?” I touch his arm tentatively, and he puts his hand over mine.
“I am now.”
“You lashed out in your sleep.”
His brow furrows. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”
“No.” He’s had a nightmare, and he’s still concerned about me. “I’m fine. But are you?”
He ignores my question like my father used to do when his night terrors had me running into my parents’ room.
“I need some water.” Rowan throws the blanket off and gets out of bed. He doesn’t speak as he fills a glass and gulps it down.
I don’t need to ask what the dream was about. My dad had nightmares too.
Rowan comes back to the bed and climbs under the covers. I long to wrap him in my arms, to soothe his restless mind.
“Do you get them often?”
He rolls onto his back, looking up at the ceiling like he doesn’t want to talk.
“Sometimes.”
I scoot down in the bed and lie on my side with my head propped up by my elbow. I let my father get away with not talking about it, but I’m determined not to make the same mistake with Rowan.
“Is it because of what we talked about tonight?”
He turns to face me and props himself on his elbows so we’re nose to nose with only a few inches separating us. It feels like a small victory, that he’s engaging with me and not shutting me out.
“Yes,” he says simply. “I have nightmares, Fritha. That’s why I don’t like talking about the military.”
It’s the first time he’s admitted a vulnerability. My father never could. He hid the dark sides of his job to try to stay cheerful for me and Mom.
Rowan’s face is in shadow, and the darkness makes me bold. I reach a tentative hand to him and run my fingers over his cheek.
Rowan sucks in a breath at my touch, but he doesn’t flinch or move away. His skin is coarse, rough with stubble and lined with experience.
“You don’t have to hide it from me,” I whisper. “I’m here for all of you, Rowan, the light and the dark.”
My hand travels down his cheek to his neck and to his chest. I hold my breath as I trace the lines of the tattoos, their swirling patterns covering his upper body.
Rowan’s hand reaches up, and he grasps me around the wrist.
“Be careful what you’re doing, Fritha.”
There’s a warning in his voice, and if it was meant to put me off, it’s done the opposite. A deep throb begins between my legs. I shuffle toward him until our bodies are pressed together.
Rowan’s eyes go dark, and a hungry look comes into them that sends a thrill down my spine.
I sway my hips so that I bump up against him, and my eyes widen in surprise when I feel his hardness.
He wants me as much as I want him.
I press into him and he groans, a low rumbling noise that makes my pussy throb.
“What are you doing?”
He sounds tortured, and I love that I’m doing this to him. That I can have this effect on a man like Rowan.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
My entire body throbs with excitement and an electric energy. My other hand slides up his chest, my fingers splayed and running though his chest hair.
He captures that wrist too, so that he’s pinning both my hands together between us.
But I still have my hips and my legs and I wiggle against him, arching my body and opening my thighs.
I’m wearing his sweatpants, but I still manage to wiggle so his hardness bumps up against the gap between my legs.
“Fuck, Fritha, I can’t do this with you.”
He moves his hips back, but his back is against the wall, trapped by my thighs. He wants me. It’s obvious in the hungry look in his eyes and the hardness of his cock. He wants me, and I want him.
“Why not?” I pout defiantly, and his eyes dart to my lips.
He wants to kiss me, and we’re so close that if I pressed my lips to his, I’m sure he wouldn’t resist. But I want him to make the first move. I want to push him until he breaks, until he can’t resist me any longer.
Rowan lets out a tortured sigh. “Because you’re my boss’s granddaughter. Because your father saved my life. Because you’re too young for me…”
Fuck that. He’s thinking of me as the girl he used to know, but I need to show him I’m a woman now. An independent woman who isn’t just someone’s daughter or granddaughter.
“I’m almost twenty, Rowan. Way past the age of consent.”
He’s still gripping my wrists, which is supposed to stop me but makes the ache in my pussy even more intense.
I press my chest to his, thankful that I’m only in a t-shirt tonight. My nipples are hard and aching and I long for him to touch them, to touch any part of me and give me the relief I crave.
He lets out a strangled moan.
“Let me show you how much of a woman I am, Rowan.”
I surprise myself with my audacity. My heart thunders in my ears, not knowing if he’s going to push me away or give in to what we both want.
His cock jerks against me, and I smile watching as his willpower fades.
My hips move slowly back and forth against his, and even through his sweatpants the hardness of him has me wet and horny.
I open my thighs more and let his cock nestle into place between my legs as I move back and forth, enjoying the friction against my needy core.
“Fuck, Fritha…”
His grip on my wrists tightens. His face is part desire and part tortured. If he lets me go, my hands will go straight to his cock, but if he doesn’t stop me, I’ll keep rocking against him.
“Please Rowan…” I’m not above begging to get what I need.
He groans at my words, and I see the moment his will breaks. He stops fighting it and gives in to his desire.
He keeps my wrists gripped tight, and his hips move in rhythm to mine.
“Is that what you need?”
His voice is raspy as his cock moves between my legs. I wish there wasn’t fabric between us, but this feels so good I don’t know if I could handle his bare skin.
“Yes,” I gasp.
There’s a pressure building between my legs, and I’m both terrified and turned on. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve never been with a man, and my tentative exploration of my own body has never felt like this.
I rub against him as he holds my wrists in place, his eyes never leaving mine. It feels incredible, but I want the real thing. I want him inside me, to make me a woman. To make me his woman.
“Rowan...” I moan his name, not sure how to ask for what I want.
His lips press against my neck, and the heat of his breath makes me cry out. Then he’s in my ear, rasping commands as he holds my wrists firmly in place.
“Come for me, Fritha. Take what you need from my cock.”
“Rowan…” I wail his name, hating the way I sound so needy, but all my focus is on the pleasure coming from this one place in my body. Everything else fades away as the pressure builds.
“Come for me like a good girl, Fritha. Ride my cock and take what you need.”
His dirty words send me spiralling out of control, and I cry out as a wave of sensation hits my body. Everything fades to one point in my core, and I ride the wave for long moments until the throbbing eases and I open my eyes.
Rowan’s staring at me with a hungry expression. He’s panting hard, and his fingers are gripping me so tight there’ll be marks in the morning.
“You’re playing with fire, little girl.”
There’s a warning in his voice that sends a delicious chill down my spine. My heart rate increases. I’ve pushed him over the edge, and now I’ll get the consequences.
My pussy throbs in anticipation. This is what I wanted; this is the Rowan Evans fantasy come to life. And it’s so much better and so much dirtier than I ever could have imagined.
“I’m not a little girl.” As I say it, I push my hips against him, loving the groan that comes out of his mouth. “So, are you gonna fuck me, or do you just want to watch?”
Rowan’s eyes go wide, and I love that I’ve shocked him. That finally I’ve gotten through to him that I’m not a girl. I’m a woman, and he can do all the things to me that a man does to a woman.
Rowan moves so fast that I don’t see it coming. He flips me on my back and lifts my hand over my head so he’s got me pinned to the bed.
He climbs on top of me, and the weight of his body on mine sends new heat between my legs.
“I’m not gonna fuck you, Fritha, but I am going to make you come until you don’t remember your own name.”
His face is inches from mine, and I try to wiggle away. I want to touch him, but he keeps my hands firmly in place.
“You don’t get to touch me. I’m doing the touching.”
He transfers both my wrists to one hand, and I love that his big hands can pin me down. The other hand he slides under my t-shirt and over my nipples.
I lean into his touch, pushing my breasts up to meet his palm. My sensitive nipples send waves of little shocks all through my body.
Every place of me that this man touches comes alive.
His exploration moves down my body, and he shrugs the sweatpants off with one hand.
I buck my hips, longing for him to touch me, the ache between my legs building with every moment.
“You’re got a needy pussy.”
I nod and whimper, wanting him to touch my pussy, but his hand slides up my thigh, over my belly, everywhere but down there.
“Please Rowan…”
He looks up at me with that hungry look in his eyes.
“What do you want, Fritha?”
I’m not sure how to ask for what I need or what game he’s playing. I just know I like it. “Touch me.”
His hand runs over my belly teasingly with one finger. “Touch you where?”
He’s enjoying this, and its exquisite torture. I swear I’ll get him back for this, but right now all I can think about is easing the ache between my legs.
“Touch me down there…”
His fingers slide over my mound and down my thigh.
“You’ll have to be more specific.” His voice is raspy, and he’s enjoying this way too much.
“My pussy. Touch my pussy, Rowan, please.”
He sucks in a breath. “Good girl.”
My body zings with the praise. I hate him thinking of me as a girl, but I fucking love it when he tells me I’m a good one. I want to please him. I want to hear him say that again.
His hand slides between my legs, and I buck at the contact as he rubs against my sensitive nub.
“I’m going to let your hands go, but I want you to stay where you are like a good girl.”
I nod. “I’ll be your good girl, Rowan. I’ll do whatever you ask.”
“Fuck…”
His will wavers, and he said he wasn’t going to fuck me, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make him change his mind.
Although all thoughts flee my mind as he lets go of my hand, and a moment later I feel the heat of his mouth against my pussy.
“Rowan!” I scream his name at the first contact.
It’s intense and it’s all pleasure, and it’s just him and my sensitive nub. His tongue flicks against me, and my body jerks with every movement.
My legs wrap around his head, and my hands tangle in his hair. I can’t take much of this, and at the same time I need all of this.
I move against him, writhing with the rhythm of his tongue until he sends me over the edge on a wave of pleasure. My body jerks against him as shocks of sensation course through me. I cling onto him, and he doesn’t let me go.
As the wave subsides, he grips me again, licking me until wave after wave of pleasure crashes against my pussy relentlessly.
I lose count of the number of times I peak, only for Rowan to pull me over another crest. By the time he lifts his head and my thighs slacken, I’m limp and exhausted and satisfied in a way I’ve never experienced.
Rowan scoots up the bed to lie next to me, and his arms engulf me.
“I’ve never done that before.” I confess. “It’s never felt like that before.”
He looks confused. “No one’s ever licked your pussy?”
“No one’s ever even touched me before.” His eyes narrow in the dark. “I’m a virgin, Rowan.”
The hunger in his eyes intensifies. “Fuck. Fritha.”
He rolls onto his back, and he’s breathing hard.
I roll on my side. He’s given me so much tonight, and even though I’m exhausted, I want to take care of him the way a woman takes care of her man. Even if he’s only my man for one night.
My hand slides to his dick, and he stops it and gently moves it away.
“Not tonight, little pup. You need your sleep.”
“But how about you?”
“I’m fine. Get some sleep.”
He rolls me onto his side facing away from him and puts his arm around me. My body’s exhausted, and within moments I’m asleep.