Chapter 19
ANDREW
T onight was just one mindfuck after another.
Hunter called me with the great news that Dana was pregnant.
I was so happy for my friends, but for the first time in a long time, I wished I was there to celebrate with them in person.
When I finally returned to the table, the atmosphere was noticeably tense.
I could see that Rowan’s friends looked concerned.
About the two of us? They’d figured out the whole story by now, or Rowan had spilled the beans.
Xavier did his best to steer the rest of the evening’s conversation toward other topics and I followed his direction, making jokes and easy banter.
Rowan was quiet and so was Jasper, and I knew I had missed an important conversation between them.
Maybe inviting them to dine with us was a mistake.
They probably worried that I was like Rowan’s ex and would try to screw him over when our weekend was done.
I was still in shock over Rowan’s reactions tonight.
I was flattered by his jealousy about hanging out at Rafe’s.
And I certainly caught his slip about falling .
I heard what he didn’t finish saying and what I already knew in my heart was the truth.
We’d made no promises to each other, and on paper we were all wrong.
But being together, talking, laughing, touching… nothing had ever felt so right to me.
Looking back at my relationship with Anton, I could admit that I always held a bit of myself back.
Like a part of me deep inside recognized that I couldn’t trust him with my most vulnerable self.
But I didn’t feel that way with Rowan. As soon as we were together, I was completely in tune with him. I wanted to share everything with him.
Close to midnight, Rowan headed inside to make a phone call, and I went for a stroll on the beach.
After I’d walked from one end to the other, I sat near the water’s edge as the lulling waves calmed my disquieted nerves.
What happened at dinner disrupted our private time together and yet it had opened my eyes to everything I was feeling and was too scared to name.
Suddenly, a shrill sound echoed in the air, and a burst of sparkling color lit up the night sky above me.
New Year’s Eve. A night that signaled both an end and a beginning.
Where did that leave Rowan and me? This weekend was supposed to close the door on my feelings and yet they’d burst wide open.
And suddenly Rowan was sitting down beside me, throwing his arm over my shoulder and pulling me in for a deep kiss.
I didn’t know what the hell was going to happen next, but I wanted to stay in my happy, make believe bubble.
I sank into his kiss as it swept me away like a powerful undertow.
He took my mouth slowly, reverently, and all the burning passion in my heart unlocked.
Rowan wasn’t the only one who was falling.
“Happy New Year,” Rowan whispered against my lips.
“Happy New Year. Did you make any resolutions?” I asked as the fireworks continued to explode above us, illuminating Rowan’s beautiful face. I was too stunned by the realization of my heart to do anything but stare at him.
“I don’t believe in resolutions. I prefer to set goals. What about you?”
“Same. But I don’t want to think about that tonight,” I said as I shifted out from under his arm and stood up.
I held out my hand to him, and he didn’t hesitate to grab hold.
“I just want to be with you, touch you. Make love to you.” I whispered as I drew him into my arms, cradling his face and giving him a hungry kiss that melted away any remaining tension.
I could taste the wine on his tongue and another flavor that lingered that was all Rowan. Delicious.
“I’d love that but not here in the sand.” Rowan grimaced. “My dick, and every other sensitive part of my anatomy, would prefer to avoid any kind of extreme exfoliation.”
I chuckled, amazed at how this man could affect me so deeply one moment and make me laugh the very next. I was lighting up inside like the sparkling fireworks all around us. “I wouldn’t want to damage your goods. I have a great need for them over the next forty-eight hours.”
“Then let’s stop wasting valuable time.” Rowan grabbed my hand, and we ran toward the hotel, scrambling up the stairs and into our room in record time. Neither one of us reached for the light switch when we entered, the room illuminated by the New Year’s display above the beach.
Rowan stripped off his clothes as I stood and watched every movement.
He turned to face the patio door, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the flex of his tight ass.
Opening the door, he stepped out, and a cool rush of air wafted over my heated skin.
He rested his hands on the railing, his forearms rigid with tension.
The fireworks continued to light up the night sky, highlighting every sexy ridge and muscle of his naked body.
I grabbed a condom and the lube from the nightstand and made my way over to join him, placing both items on the edge of the railing within reach.
The balcony afforded a perfect view of the beach below and surrounding greenery.
It was lush and romantic, and I felt a yearning inside as I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his waist and notching my covered erection into his ass.
His body trembled in my arms, as my clothes rubbed against his naked skin.
He was so sexy like this, his body on display to me like a sensual offering under the moonlight.
“What do you want?” I asked him as he began to undulate his body against mine.
“I want you to fuck me, right here, standing under the stars.”
I lowered my hand to his cock, and he was already rock hard and leaking. I slid my hand up and down, up and down, in a rhythm that was slow and steady and designed to drive him out of his mind.
“More,” he whispered urgently. “Faster.”
I bit down gently on his neck, then dropped soft kisses and teasing bites as I found his sensitive spots, noting the way his body moved and his moans became louder.
“I’m in charge now. I’ll guide your body to our ultimate pleasure, but I want you to surrender yourself to my care. Can you do that?” I murmured, my voice deepening as I fell further under his spell. Rowan nodded in response.
“I need to hear the words, Ro. Say it.”
“Yes, Drew. I want you to fuck me, own me.” He moaned loudly as I continued to torment his aching cock with rapid strokes then slower ones, edging him until he whimpered.
“Keep your hands on the railing and don’t let go,” I ordered.
“I need you.”
My body trembled at his words because I was right there with him.
I needed him too. More than I’d ever thought possible.
I removed my hand and reached for my zipper, hastily shoving off my jeans and my shirt and tossing them aside, my body burning up.
Then I sheathed my cock with the condom and slathered my dick and a few fingers with lube.
Rowan had his head bent forward, his back muscles flexing, and I watched as I slid one, then two fingers in his ass.
He was tight, so I added more lube and scissored my fingers, stretching him.
I wanted to make sure he was good and ready to take my cock and the long, hard fuck we both needed.
His answering jolt and the low moan that echoed in the night air was all the encouragement I needed.
“Yes, Drew. There. So good,” he mumbled and pushed back against my fingers. “Fuck, more. Give me more,” he demanded, but I slowly withdrew.
“No!” Rowan started to move his right hand, and I playfully slapped his ass.
“What did I say? Hands on the railing,” I growled and leaned forward to nip his earlobe. I knew how sensitive he was there, and sure enough, he groaned and gripped the railing tighter, his knuckles white and the veins in his forearms pulsing.
“Stop torturing me then. Fuck me. I’m ready.”
“Well, maybe I’m not. Maybe I want to edge you for as long as possible.
Don’t rush me,” I whispered in his ear as I slid my fingers back inside his tight hole.
His decadent moan was so satisfying. “So, here’s what’s going to happen.
I’m going to take my time sliding my hard cock inside your delectable ass and then I’m going to pound it nice and slow.
But you’re not going to come. Not until I say so.
Not until your whole being is so consumed by desire that you can do nothing but surrender to me. To us.”
“Drew, I… I… you…” Rowan shook his head. This was exactly what I needed. Rowan was so completely lost to our coupling that he could barely form words. And having this amazing man submit to me was the sexiest thing ever.
I used my other hand to grab hold of his chin and turned his face toward mine, and the look of raw desire in his eyes threatened to undo me.
I claimed his mouth, I owned it, sliding my tongue in as deep as I could get at this angle.
His taste, his moans, his pleasure, they were all mine.
And I savored every second. I heard my own answering groan, and I couldn’t wait anymore.
I gave him one last kiss and leaned back.
Rubbing my hands over his spine and down his ass, I memorized the texture of his skin, taking a deep inhale and savoring the smell of our combined sweat and arousal.
I spread his cheeks and slowly entered him, feeling the tight muscle give way as I pushed my cock inside him, inch by inch.
“That’s it, you’re mine now,” I whispered as his whimpers and moans grew louder in the cool air. Sweat trickled down my chest and my back. When I finally slid all the way home, my aching balls slapped his ass.
“You’re so tight, baby,” I murmured and waited for a moment, giving him time to adjust.
Then I grabbed hold of both of his hips, and I felt his body tremble as I began to thrust with languid strokes.
Pumping in and out, I got lost in a smooth, steady rhythm.
Then I reached down with one hand to tug on his swollen cock.
He chased my hand and then my dick, swiveling his hips back and forth, trying to get me to move faster.
His arms strained with the effort of holding on when all he really wanted to do was let go.
“Drew… Fill me up. I’m so…empty without you,” Rowan confessed.
I didn’t hold back. At that moment, I was as lost to Rowan as he was to me.
“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you. I’m the one who’s got you,” I moaned as I picked up the pace, our bodies slapping together, the filthy sounds echoing around us.
My rhythm faltered as my pleasure grew higher, stronger, sharper.
I was almost there. It was goddamn bliss, so good that shivers racked my body and didn’t stop.
I needed Rowan to come. I needed to claim him.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I moaned, and Rowan’s ass clamped down on my dick. His cock twitched in my hand and then his hot cum drenched my fingers.
“Drew!” Rowan moaned. “Love.”
The sudden endearment sent me right over the fucking edge, and my orgasm erupted.
I let the rush of ecstasy sweep me overboard, and the only thing that existed was the two of us, joined as one perfect whole.
As I emptied into the condom, I wished like hell that we didn’t have any latex barrier between us.
I wanted to fill him up with my cum. I wanted to watch it drip out of his ass and see the proof that he was really mine.
Tiny shockwaves of pleasure continued to light up my body as my hips gradually slowed.
Once I’d calmed down enough to get my breathing under control, I slowly withdrew and rolled off the condom.
I carefully dumped the cum into my hand, mixing it with Rowan’s and rubbing it all over his supple ass, marking him, claiming him. Mine.
I’d never had such a visceral reaction to seeing and smelling my cum, and when mixed with his, it made something primal inside me roar to life.
Rowan finally let go of the railing and turned around, his chest moving in and out as he struggled to catch his breath.
His cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen, sweat dampening his brow, his blue eyes glowing.
And to my surprise, tiny tracks of tears escaped the corners of his eyes.
Fireworks erupted around us, but I didn’t hear the roaring pops and I saw no shimmering colors. I was caught in the all-consuming force that was Rowan Carter, and there was nothing I could do to stop him from barreling toward my unprotected heart.