24. Rowan
TWENTY-FOUR
ROWAN
Fuck, she tasted like sin and salvation.
The thought of being buried to the nose in her fucking pussy was the furthest thing from my mind when I realized she’d been out there alone. I hadn’t even imagined being lucky enough to end up in this position.
But it would be a lie to say it wasn’t exactly where the fuck I wanted to be right now.
I lapped at her juices, loving the musky, sweet taste of her on my tongue. I couldn’t get enough. There would never be enough for me to slake my never-ending hunger for Harper Daniels. The sun could rise tomorrow, and if I could stay awake long enough, I’d still be eating her fucking pussy, relishing the noises she made when I slipped my tongue over her clit, swirling it as she pressed her hips up and urged me onward.
"Jesus," she breathed, her hand tangling in my locs, guiding me exactly where she wanted me. "Yes, Ro, just like that. Mmmm . . . "
"You’re delicious," I mumbled against her pussy, my nose teasing her bud as I slipped my tongue up and down the length of her, loving the whine that left her when I refused to go deeper. "I can’t wait to feel you clench around me while I’m inside you."
"Ahhhh," she moaned, her hips arching off the table, pussy clenching around my tongue as she came undone. "God, Ro, I’m so close."
"I’m not ready for you to come yet, princess," I groaned, feeling every fucking inch of my cock pressed insistently against the inside of my jeans. "Can you hold on a little longer?"
She didn’t answer me, and I stood up, freeing my cock with a flick of my wrist. I watched her shiver as my belt clinked free and smiled to myself at the revelation. I wasn’t into pain as pleasure, but fuck all, the fact that she was turned on from the thought of it made my dick twitch.
Painfully hard and wound up from years of unfulfilled fantasies, I prepared to slide home in her dripping pussy, when the sound of my phone stopped us dead in our tracks.
I glanced over my shoulder at the fucking thing, sitting on the couch, vibrating angrily as it played Nash’s ringtone.
"Fucking forget it," Harper growled, her hands on my biceps as she nudged me forward with the back of her leg on my hips. "Ro, I need you, and I can’t wait any longer."
"It’s just Nash; whatever he wants can’t be that damn important."
I gave her all my attention now, sliding home with a single thrust that had her gasping out in shock as her hands moved to clutch the edge of the table.
This was what dying felt like.
It had to be. I had never known such pleasure from being in a pussy before. Sex was sex to the others, just a means to exert power over a woman, but to me, this felt like a life-changing experience, something that shifted my whole worldview. Harper moaned with every thrust of my hips, her eyes wide and expressive as she held on for dear life.
Watching me.
Watching us.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Her hair was a halo around her head, framing that gorgeous face as she stared up at me, lips parted on a sigh, nails digging into the wood of the table, heels hooked around my hips, urging me on with wordless enthusiasm.
"Fuck, you’re amazing," I breathed, moving a hand down to her clit to tease her back over that edge.
"Oh my god, Rowan," she moaned, her voice wavering as I worked overtime to bring her pleasure. I wanted to see her come for me. Wanted to know if my fantasies lived up to the real thing. "Fuck."
"Fuck," I agreed breathlessly, stroking her from the inside out with my cock. In, out, I beat a pattern into her, our bodies rocking from the force, closer than we’d ever been. It was heaven—or the closest thing I’d ever get to it. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought it would be possible to be this close, this intimate, with Harper Daniels. I never thought I’d see her again.
And now, my cock was buried in her, so deep I was seeing stars.
Talk about destiny and pure luck.
My cock twitched as she clenched down on me and grinned, her eyes twinkling mischievously when a groan slipped from my mouth. "Mmm, Harper, that’s amazing." Her soft moans joined mine, and I rocked into her harder this time, pleased at her little yelp of surprise. "Do it again."
"Ooh, someone’s demanding." She was a smartass, but she didn’t disappoint. Her pussy tightened around me, the move making me feral as my balls tightened in preparation to cross the finish line we raced toward.
Fuck.
I wouldn’t last much longer, and I didn’t want to leave her behind. "I need you to come for me, Harper. I wanna feel that pretty pussy clench around me?—"
"Fuck, Ro," she moaned; her back arched off the table, and shit, her pussy had become a Chinese finger trap, sucking me in deeper as she came around me. With every pulse and throb of her core, she milked me of every fucking drop of my cum, the two of us tied up in a fucking rapturous orgasm that I’d waited my whole life to feel?—
"Hey, fuckwads, neither of you know how to answer a phone when it rings?"
Angel popped his head in the door of the office, a look of pointed disgust on his face as he stared at the two of us, her naked, me with my pants around my ankles, my cock buried in her as we both panted through an interrupted release .
"You ever heard of knocking?" I spat, hating that he’d ruined this moment for us. "You should try it sometime."
"If I’d knocked, I would have missed that horrible O face of yours, brother. Jesus, I wouldn’t wanna look at that above me while I was getting laid. Maybe work on that." He sauntered across the room and settled on the couch as Harper scrambled to cover herself and I tossed her the clothes I’d ripped off her, piece by piece. "Don’t worry, I’m not here to jump in line for my brother’s leftovers."
Harper shrunk from that intentional barb, and I winced on her behalf at his brazen disdain. Angel had never in his life been so cruel intentionally, not to his worst enemy. Had her presence changed him for the worse, or was he fighting the way he really felt?
I couldn’t tell, for the first time in my life, and it made planning this whole thing that much harder.
"What the hell could Nash need us for that is so important?" My belt clinked back into place, and I disappeared into my room to grab a shirt so I could deal with whatever crisis was going on that I didn’t know about.
Angel smirked as Harper bent over and slid on her shorts, then skittered to the corner for a change of clothes. "Oh, you know, he went down to his favorite club to blow off some steam, and I guess something serious must’ve happened, because when he couldn’t get ahold of you, he called me. And considering the fights we’ve been in lately, I know he wouldn’t be calling my phone unless it was life or death."
"He didn’t tell you what happened?"
Angel shook his head, his pale blonde-white hair hanging free for a change. "Nope. Refused. Just said to have you call him back." His eyes focused on his nails as he pretended to pick one clean. "I debated just forgetting about it, but I suppose there’s a number of things he can do that might adversely affect me as well." His gaze lifted as Harper moved back into the room, now wearing a bra and a new pair of jean shorts that looked like they were unraveling at the edges. "I didn’t feel like taking that risk."
"You really are a piece of work," Harper mumbled as she marched over to where Angel sat, flipping her phone over to peek at the missed calls. "Weird, he didn’t call me."
"Probably doesn’t have your number," I supplied, but she just shook her head.
"A year after I was supposed to be dead, I paid the cellphone company extra to get my old number back." When I just stared at her, she shrugged. "Listen, I know it was stupid, but something about that number—I dunno, man. I wanted a small part of my old self back."
I shook off the revelation that she’d been just one phone call away this whole time, and dialed Nash. Almost as a second thought, I hit the speaker button and set him on the table as I slipped my shoes on, just in case.
Nash picked up on the first ring.
"Shit, Ro, I fucked up."