Chapter Twelve
Milo
Rowan had stayed with me over the weekend, treating me like a porcelain doll and waiting on me hand and foot.
At first, I’d thought he’d felt guilty, but he seemed to genuinely want to be around me.
It was a new experience for me. He’d made breakfast, we’d order lunch and groceries, then talk about shows we liked, and watch a favorite movie of mine he hadn’t seen, then one of his.
In between all that, I was in constant contact with Sophia, who’d taken over Operation Cafe as much as she could with the help of extra staff.
Thankfully, I was able to go through all orders and bills without getting off the couch.
I’d gone through the paperwork with Rowan and told him about my ideas for upgrading the cafe, for approaching small local suppliers, and the new stove we needed for the kitchen.
I’d taken him up on the offer of helping me with my math coursework and learned that he had the patience of a saint when it came to statistics, business calculus, and financial mathematics-resistant students.
By Monday I felt like my old self, which was fortunate as Rowan had to return to work by Wednesday.
He’d worked half days on Monday and Tuesday and popped into the office for meetings, but could do the bulk of the accounting from my couch on the laptop.
Whenever he had to go to the office, the spark in his eyes died and his face became a blank mask.
I recognized bracing oneself for facing a thing you hated, but I didn’t confront him about it.
He’d been willing to relocate for the entire summer to keep his job, so there must be something about it he loved.
On Tuesday morning, I woke up sprawled on top of Rowan with my cheek on his pec. I wiped my drool off his hairy chest in hopes he wouldn’t notice but he was already looking at me with sleepy eyes.
He was gorgeous with dishevelled hair and a small smile on his face. The sight was so private, so intimate, I felt I shouldn’t be seeing him like this.
“Slept well?” he asked.
“Very.” I wasn’t sure whether I should thank the concussion or Rowan, but I hadn’t woken up from a nightmare since the accident. The first time Rowan had stayed over, I’d been afraid I’d be kicking and screaming through the night, but nope. I slept like a baby. “I’ll make coffee,” I said.
“But—”
I rolled off him, stood up, and put on baby-blue fluffy socks. “I’m fine now. Even Dr. Frances said so.” Seeing Rowan worried, I’d asked him to take me for a checkup on Monday, and I’d been cleared for work, but I had to note any headaches or unusual pain.
“And you’re feeling okay?”
“Oh yeah. Look, everything is in the right place.” I lifted my T-shirt to flash him my ass and giggled all the way to the bathroom.
“Tease!” He joined me to brush his teeth too.
His hand travelled lazily up and down my back like it had always belonged there, as if Rowan was supposed to be a part of the domestic picture we’d painted over a mere few days.
I rinsed. “Not if you finally cave.” I winked at him over my shoulder and ventured to the kitchen. Rowan had been adamant to abstain from any sexual activities. Yup, the man robbed us of daily blow jobs to help my head heal. Insane.
I prepared two mugs, one I got on a trip to Niagara Falls with my parents and another from the Grand Canyon I went to see with Ethel and Anabelle when I was fourteen. The fine China cups that Anabelle liked remained in the cabinet, used only for special occasions, the way she would use them.
“Why do you have a commercial coffee machine at home?” Rowan kissed the nape of my neck, then behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“So I could experiment with coffees and new flavors here before introducing them to staff and regulars for tasting.” I leaned back into him as the tssss of the foam of his coffee sounded.
Rowan sent his hands wandering up my shirt and over my belly. “Can I blow you?” The whispered words set fire to my groin.
“Now you’re talking.”
He chuckled low and brushed a finger between my butt cheeks. “Can I eat your gorgeous ass?”
I released a shuddered breath and arched to his touch. “Yes.”
He lifted my T-shirt over my head and tossed it aside, then traced kisses from my nape and down my spine. Tingling pain pinched my ass, and I looked over my shoulder.
Rowan bit into my cheek and was now sucking on it.
“You’ll leave a mark,” I said.
“I know. I want love bites to be the only marks on you.” He touched the air above the green and purple bruises on my ribs. “Not those.”
I mumbled something incoherent and closed my eyes.
Rowan held my cheeks open, the fingers of his big hands digging into my flesh. Wet warmth at my crease. A low growl echoing in the kitchen.
Rowan traced my hole with his tongue as if he was trying to lick icing off a donut—precise, greedy, and punctuated with moans.
I rested my cheek on the cool countertop and submitted to Rowan’s touch.
My thighs trembled from the intensity of his focus on my ass.
He ate me out as if it were his last time, or as if I were about to take it away from him.
I’d never experienced that level of ass-eating skill before, to the point I was afraid I’d come untouched.
My cock, hard and ready, dripped pre-cum on the kitchen tiles.
Rowan’s lapping turned into sucking.
Usually his kisses were heaven, but whatever he was doing to my ass was next level. He wiggled his tongue past the ring of muscle and fucked me with it like he was digging for gold.
The moans I let out would be embarrassing if I had any inch of shame left in me.
“I’m—fuck Rowan…oh Gods.”
“Not yet,” he said, then bit my other cheek gently and stood up.
I turned around in his arms. “Who’s the tease now?”
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I promised a blow job. Don’t make me a liar by coming too early.”
“Oh it’s my fault your tongue is thicker than an average cock, huh?”
He snorted a laugh and nipped at my jaw, then kissed the spot and my lips. “Fuck, I’m glad you’re feeling well now. Resisting you was a challenge.”
“I didn’t ask you to.” I’d been game with gentle fooling around the day we’d come home from hospital. Then again, I hadn’t been in the mood when hurting and on pain meds. Rowan had understood that better than I had.
“I know.” He took me by the hips and sat me on the counter like a rag doll. “You didn’t have to.”
I parted my legs, inviting him in.
He sucked on my clavicle then teased my pierced nipples one by one, growling low as he flicked them with his tongue. Could I come from nipple stimulation only? With how Rowan was doing it, I believed it possible.
Kneeling wasn’t enough—he was so tall he was kissing my belly button when on his knees. He sat on his heels and put my legs over his shoulders, placing kisses on my inner thighs. He was making me crazy, and I was ready to lose my mind.
He licked his lips with his obscenely skilled tongue, then lapped the precome dripping from my cock. Moaning, he took the head into his mouth and treated it as if it were an icicle on the hottest day of the year.
“Rowan, oh gods, your mouth is heaven. Fuck.” I held onto the edge of the counter, but my grip was slipping. “I’m so close.” Grappling, I bumped the mug I’d prepared for Rowan. “Wait. Stop.”
Rowan did, pausing immediately. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I want to give you something special.” I took my cock in one hand and the mug with Rowan’s coffee in the other.
His eyes went wide, then hooded with the same sexy glint he had when my dick had been down his throat. Rowan caressed my thighs and nodded.
With a few strokes, I was at the brink and shot a load into the coffee.
“One more, please,” Rowan said in a low, growly voice.
On a groan, I obliged, filling his mug to the brim. Panting, I handed it to Rowan.
“Your coffee à la cum, sir.”
“Thank you.” Rowan stirred it with a spoon from the counter and took a sip. “Mmm, my new favorite.” He met my gaze and drank more.
I hopped off the countertop and guided him to lay back on the floor, propped on one hand.
His boxers were offending me, and frankly, his dick was having none of it either, tenting the poor fabric that was fighting for dear life.
I pulled Rowan’s underwear down his thick, hairy legs and straddled them.
“But your head—”
I shushed him with a finger on his lips. “I won’t use it. Or my mouth. Enjoy your coffee and let me deal with this gorgeous monster.” I slid the finger down his neck, chest, and to his cock where I scooped precum from the tip and sucked the digit into my mouth.
For my plan to work, his dick needed lubrication.
Smacking my lips, I tapped my chin, then reached into the lower cabinet next to me and pulled out a medium-sized jar.
With deliberately slow movements, I unscrewed the lid and gathered a healthy amount of thick coconut oil on my fingers.
Rowan’s hard-on twitched when I touched it, so I treated it with the reverence a deprived cock deserved, spreading the oil along the shaft, head, and down to Rowan’s sac.
Rowan rumbled low throughout the process, the encouraging sound filling the kitchen.
I shimmied down his body and parted his legs, sitting on the floor between them, still facing him.
With a smirk, I pulled off my socks and threw them at his chest one by one. “You enjoyed massaging my feet. You like them.”
Rowan’s gaze darkened, and he took a sip of his jizzed coffee. “I do.”
I ran a foot up his thigh to his precum and coconut oil-smeared cock, up the ridges on the underside of it, and traced the head with my big toe.
Rowan’s breathing sped up, his massive chest rising and falling.
He was watching me with patience as if expecting me to change my mind.
No chance. “Let’s see how much.”
Leaning back, I braced myself on my arms and took Rowan’s cock-zilla between my feet. The glide was easy with the oil proving to be a great lubricant, and I moved up and down, curling my toes.
My abs and thighs were working overtime, but the strain was worth the flushed look on Rowan’s face.
He took a healthy gulp from his coffee mug, set it aside, and leaned back on his elbows. “Fuck, Milo, what are you doing to me?”
Making up for not being able to bounce on your cock. “Trying to make you come on my feet. Will you do it? For me?”
“Fuck, yes.” He bared his teeth in an erotic snarl.
He was close.
I squeezed harder and sped up.
My reward arrived in strings of cum landing on Rowan’s thighs, abs, and my feet.
A full-body shudder raked through him, and he released another load, coating my toes.
With a giddy grin, I scooted closer, air-walking up his chest until I was straddling it, my ass in the wet pool of his release.
“How was that?” I tapped my big toe on his bearded chin.
“Fantastic.” He caught me by the ankle and met my gaze.
I nodded.
He licked between my toes and over the pads of every single one, cleaning my foot off his cum.
“It tickles.” I giggled and gave him my other foot to pamper.
He maneuvered me around and sat me on his lap. “How did you know I like your tiny feet so much?”
I placed a peck on his cheek. “A hunch. And I’m size ten.” I smacked his chest.
“Tiny to me.” He caught my hand and kissed the inside of my palm. “And just perfect.”
I relaxed against him, not caring about getting stuck to him with cum. We’d clean up soon. “After breakfast, I need to study. I have a few smaller tests to pass before the big exam in two weeks. Are you game to play my tutor again?”
“Of course. Doing math with you has all the perks of working with numbers and none of the pain I have to endure at AlphaWave Finance.”
“Why do you still work there if your job makes you miserable?” I traced tiny circles in the hair on his forearm.
Rowan fell quiet for a moment, then sighed. “It pays well and I’m good at what I do. I can’t just—”
Resentment brewed in me. “What? Work at a coffee shop? Is that what you wanted to say?”
“No.” He lifted my head with a finger under my chin. “I’m not brave enough to rewrite my life and look for something new.”
All anger left me. “I don’t believe that.”
“I moved here to keep my job even though I hated the idea then. You made my stay a lot better.” He kissed my forehead gently.
But you’ll leave soon. And I’ll be alone again. Which is exactly what we’d agreed on and what was best for both of us, but the thought hurt nonetheless. I refused to beg him to stay. I would not be clingy and desperate—all the things Andrew had called me.
“We can’t always choose happiness, but we can strive for it.
I know I do it. It doesn’t work all the time, but running the cafe makes me happy.
I put smiles on people’s faces in the morning.
Sure, it’s a struggle, but it’s worth it.
Keeping the memory of Anabelle alive, remembering her and Ethel together in that space. ”
“I guess I haven’t been looking for joy. Then you forced it upon me with your giddiness and endless energy.”
I snorted. “You didn’t resist much.”
“Nope.” He dances his hands up and down my sides. “Now I’m jealous.”
“Of what?” I frowned.
“Of you being brave enough to do what makes you happy, no matter what. And you do it so well, people love you there. You’re awe-inspiring.”
I was so touched, I could cry. So I wiggled my bum to diffuse the seriousness. “You just want to get into my pants.”
“You’re not wearing any.” He cupped my bare ass cheek in his huge hand.
“We need to catch up on the days you put us both through abstinence.” I rubbed my hands with glee. “Once we finish with math, I’ll show you my dildos I’ve been using to stretch.”
“I’ll be happy to help with whatever workout you have in mind.”
“I was thinking I’ll sprawl on your chest with my ass in your face and you’ll be checking how wide my hole can get now.” Imagining it was making me hard already. “Your cock still won’t fit, but hey, I like a challenge.”
“If that’s what you want, it’s a deal. But tomorrow we’ll go shopping for a wedding outfit for you.”
“Only if it can be a little naughty.” I rolled my hips, and the friction released a squelch of slippery cum.
Rowan chuckled and kissed me until we were both breathless.
Author’s notes:
Okay, speaking of feet LOL I hobbled around at work using one crutch and nearly fell over when this seriously hot dude caught me. I wanted to die of embarrassment. Also, I think I blurted something super stupid to him *sigh* I’ll die alone.