37. Rowan
37
ROWAN
Two isn’t enough. Not anymore.
I lie between Maddox and Ryder, their bodies warm against mine, sweat cooling on our skin after what should have been enough. Six weeks of living with them, sharing their bed, their lives. Six weeks of being thoroughly fucked and completely satisfied by three men who want nothing more than to please me.
Except tonight, one is missing. And without him, the equation doesn’t balance.
I slide out from between them, ignoring Maddox’s sleepy protest, and I grab Ryder’s discarded T-shirt from the floor. It barely covers my ass, but modesty seems fucking pointless in a house where I’ve been taken in every room by every combination of brothers.
“Go,” Ryder murmurs, his voice gravel-rough. His eyes are still closed, but he knows. He always knows. “He needs you.”
I pad through the hallway toward the master suite. The door is closed but not locked. Inside, the bedroom’s empty, but I hear the shower running in the adjoining bathroom. Steam seeps under the door, filling the room with humid warmth.
I drop the T-shirt to the floor and walk naked into the bathroom. Through the fogged glass shower door, I see Brick’s silhouette—broad shoulders hunched, head bowed under the spray, hands braced against the tile. The sight makes my chest ache. This isn’t the confident, commanding man I know. This is someone carrying a weight too heavy to bear alone.
I open the shower door quietly, but he doesn’t turn, doesn’t acknowledge me, though I know he heard the door open. I step into the hot spray, pressing my body against his back, my arms sliding around his waist, my cheek between his shoulder blades, my nipples hardening against his skin.
“I told you I needed space,” he says, tension vibrating through him.
“And I’m telling you that’s bullshit.” I slide my hands lower, down the ridged plane of his stomach, feeling his muscles clench as I reach the thatch of hair at his groin. “Whatever’s eating at you, pushing us away won’t fix it.”
He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t stop me either. My fingers find his cock, already half-hard despite his protests. I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly, feeling him grow harder with each pass.
“You don’t give up, do you?” There’s the slightest hint of amusement in his voice now.
“Not when it matters.” I press closer, rubbing my breasts against his back. “Not when you matter.”
He finally turns. His gaze rakes over me, taking in my wet hair, my flushed skin, the marks on my neck and breasts from his brothers’ mouths.
“This won’t fix anything,” he warns, even as his hands find my hips.
“Maybe not.” I rise on tiptoes, my lips brushing his. “But it’ll make you forget for a while. Let me do that for you.”
The last of his resistance crumbles. His mouth takes mine, hot and demanding, teeth scraping my lower lip. His hands grip my ass, lifting me effortlessly and pressing me against the cold tile. I gasp at the contrast—his burning body in front, the frigid wall behind—but the sensation only ramps up my arousal.
“Is this what you want?” he growls against my neck, his fingers finding my cunt already slick from my time with his brothers. “To make me forget?”
“Yes.” I arch into his touch, shameless in my need. “Let me.”
I push against his chest, making him step back enough for me to slide to my knees. The look on his face as I take his cock into my mouth—surprise, heat, a flicker of surrender—sends a rush of power through me.
I take my time, working him with my tongue, my lips, my hands, using every trick I’ve learned these past weeks about what makes him lose control. His hands fist in my wet hair, guiding me, his hips starting to thrust despite his obvious effort to hold back.
Water streams over us both, but I barely notice. All my focus is on his pleasure, on the way his breathing grows ragged, on the tension building in his thighs beneath my hands.
Just when I feel him getting close, his cock pulsing against my tongue, he pulls back. Without a word, he shuts off the water and hauls me to my feet, his expression almost feral. He doesn’t bother with towels, just lifts me into his arms and carries me, dripping wet, to his bedroom.
The sheets are cool against my heated skin as he tosses me onto the bed. For a moment, he just stands there, water running in rivulets down his body, his cock jutting hard and ready. The hunger in his eyes makes me squirm, spreading my legs in open invitation.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, his voice raw.
“You,” I answer simply. “Inside me. Now.”
It’s all I need to say. His eyes flash, and in a single move, he’s on top of me, his lips crashing against mine as he hungrily kisses me. His tongue fucks my mouth the way his cock will soon fuck my pussy. He grips my waist, pulling me closer, his cock now resting against my wet entrance, the heat radiating from it driving me wild.
But he pauses, pulling away slightly, his eyes searching mine for something. He doesn’t want to hurt me. I can see it in the way his brows furrow, the concern flickering in his gaze. But I need this. I need him. I want him to take me completely.
“Do it, Brick, please,” I beg, my voice laced with urgency, hands pushing against his chest, desperate for him to move.
He groans, and before I can say anything more, he shifts, moving between my legs. The head of his cock presses against me, but he doesn’t enter just yet. He runs the tip up and down my slit, teasing me, making me ache for him. My body trembles, my pussy soaking wet from the anticipation, from the way he’s making me wait.
I look up at him, my eyes half-lidded, my breath coming in shallow gasps. “Please, Brick. Don’t tease me.”
Without another word, he slams into me, his cock stretching me open in one swift, powerful thrust. The fullness of him fills me instantly, and I gasp, my body shuddering as I adjust to the intrusion. He waits for a moment, letting me feel him inside me, letting my body accept him.
I dig my nails into his back, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Don’t stop, Brick.”
With a growl, he starts to move, slowly at first, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in, his thrusts deep and controlled. Each time he enters, he hits that sweet spot that makes me moan louder, my body rising to meet his, desperate for more.
His hands dig into my hips, his grip tightening as he increases his pace, his cock sliding in and out of me, each thrust getting harder, faster. I can feel myself tightening around him, the pressure building inside me as he drives into me relentlessly, his hips slapping against mine with each stroke.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Rowan,” he growls, his voice thick with pleasure.
I can’t hold back, my body writhing beneath him, craving everything he’s giving me. I’m so close, my legs trembling, my clit aching for attention, but he keeps fucking me, his thrusts deep and unrelenting, making me lose control.
“Please, Brick, touch me,” I whimper, needing more than just the pounding—I need to come, need to feel the release that’s been building inside me.
His hand slides down to my clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The sensation is electric, and it drives me to the edge. My body tightens, my breath coming in quick, desperate gasps.
“Fuck, yes!” I scream, my back arching off the bed as I come, my pussy clenching around him, milking his cock.
But Brick doesn’t stop. He keeps pounding into me, driving me to a second orgasm before pulling out and slapping a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. The slick sound fills the room as he runs his fingers down to my tight hole, teasing it, preparing me for what’s coming next.
I shudder, my body still vibrating from the force of my orgasm, but I need more. I need him—all of him.
Brick lines up behind me, and with a growl, he pushes inside, the stretch almost too much as his cock enters my back entrance. I gasp, my body tensing at the sensation, but he doesn’t stop. He slows his movements, giving me time to adjust, letting me feel the fullness of him as he pushes deeper.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice rough with concern.
“Yes, Brick. Please, don’t stop,” I beg again, needing him to move.
And then he does, his thrusts slow and controlled at first, but as he feels me relaxing, he increases his pace, slamming into me from behind while his fingers continue to work my clit. The combination of his cock in my ass and his fingers on my clit drives me insane with pleasure, and I can’t help but moan, my body shaking, trembling with every thrust.
My second orgasm builds quickly, and when it hits, I scream his name, my entire body shuddering, my pussy clenching tightly around his fingers. He doesn’t stop—he drives harder, faster, pushing me over the edge again, making me come harder this time.
Brick’s own orgasm hits soon after, his cock twitching inside me as he spills deep, filling me completely. I can feel the warmth of his release, and it only makes the intensity of my own orgasm worse, my body spasming around him.
For several heartbeats, we stay locked together, both trembling with aftershocks. Then he collapses beside me, gathering me against his chest, his heartbeat gradually slowing beneath my ear.
“Thank you,” he says after a while, voice muffled in my hair.
“For the orgasm?” I tease, wanting to see him smile.
It works. His lips curve up, some of the darkness receding from his eyes. “For not letting me push you away. For knowing what I needed better than I did.”