Chapter Forty
Alicia
Today is my last day at the country club.
Hallelujah. I’ve never been so thrilled to leave a place.
I had considered staying on until Bridget was out of school for the year, but with Ro’s injury and needing to make appointments, it just made sense to quit now.
My manager was less than thrilled that I wasn’t able to give the standard two week notice, but I’m not worried about being rehireable.
When I get home, I’m busy reading a text as I shut the door then remove my shoes, so I don’t notice Ro sitting in a kitchen chair until his lilting voice purrs. “Welcome home, hen.”
I look up, a smile already plastered on my face, then freeze. He’s naked. Totally and completely naked.
“What are you doing?” I ask on a laugh. “Do you need help getting dressed?”
He shakes his head. “No, love, but it looks like you need help getting undressed.”
I give him a disbelieving look, but my core tenses in anticipation. Bridget is at school for another three hours, thank god. Making my way to the breakfast bar, I put my purse and phone down, then turn to face him, elbows propped on the counter behind me.
“What if I wanted to shower first?”
“No.”
My eyebrows shoot to my hair line. “Did you just tell me no?”
“Aye. I’m in charge right now.”
I snort. “That’s rich coming from the one who can only use one of his legs and relies on me to take care of him.”
He glowers at me, but his cock that was already semi-hard, is at full attention now. “You’re gonna take care of me, alright.” He wraps a hand around the base and strokes himself.
I’m instantly wet. I cross one leg over the other, attempting to hide the way I press my thighs together. Naturally, his eyes zero in on the movement and darken.
“Take it all off.”
Angling my head to the side, I twist a strand of hair around my finger, and ask innocently, “Take what off?”
“Don’t get smart. You know what I mean,” Rowan growls, still stroking his dick.
“Sorry, baby. You’ll have to be more specific.”
“Fucking hell.” He sighs heavily, running his free hand over his eyes.
The movement flexes the muscles in his stomach and chest in the most delicious way.
He drops his hand to his thigh, making a loud slapping noise.
“Listen, brat, you either take your clothes off over there, or walk your pretty arse over here and I’ll do it myself. Either way, you’re going to be naked.”
I push off of the counter, taking a few steps in his direction. “How about a compromise?”
He eyes me curiously. “I’m listening.”
“I’ll do half.” Slowly, I begin to undo the buttons of my work shirt, never moving my gaze from his.
When I reach the last button, I shrug the top from my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
Next, I grip the bottom of the camisole I use in place of a bra and pull it over my head, then toss it towards Ro’s face.
He catches it easily, grinning at me with wicked intent.
I bask in the way his eyes rove over me, taking in every inch of exposed skin, lingering at my breasts before continuing.
I close the distance, stepping between his spread legs. He tilts his head back, looking up at me. His muscles tense, like he’s holding himself back from lunging. The hand not pumping his length squeezes into a fist on his leg. “Now, you can do the rest.”
“Deal.” He’s already reaching for the waistband of my slacks before the word has been fully released into the air.
His long, nimble fingers making quick work of the button and zipper.
He grips my hips, pulling me a fraction closer, then licks a path around my navel while tugging the pants down my legs, taking my underwear with them.
His hands skim up the backs of my legs until he’s cupping my ass.
I want to bury my hands in his hair and push his mouth to my pussy, but he’s in charge, so I’m going to let him call the shots.
“I can’t reach your bloody socks,” he murmurs against my belly.
Huffing a laugh, I lift one foot behind me to remove the offending garment, then repeat with the other, letting his hands steady me. “Better?”
He grunts in response while continuing to trail his fingers over my backside and lavishing my stomach with kisses. Goosebumps bloom all over my body.
“What now, baby?” I purr. “Or did you just want me to get naked?”
Cool air kisses the skin of my right ass cheek just before a sharp slap lands in the vacant spot. My jaw drops and I level him with a glare before playfully reprimanding him. “Rowan Gallagher!”
He leans back, still cupping my ass, and grins wide. “You love it. Now, get on your knees, darlin’, so I can put that mouth to better use.”
Giving in to the urge to touch him, I extend a hand and wrap it around the column of his throat and squeeze once. “What’s the magic word?”
His Adam’s apple bobs under my palm, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
Mesmerized by his handsome face and the headiness of being in a dominant position, I don’t register his hand moving up the inside of my thigh until he’s sinking two fingers into my pussy, curling them immediately to rub that magic spot.
“Fuck!” I hiss, nearly collapsing in his lap at the sudden wave of lust.
Ro’s fingers don’t relent, pumping into me while his thumb presses against my clit.
I’m almost embarrassed about how close I am to orgasm.
When I feel him tug at one of my nipple piercings, I come so hard, I can’t breathe.
My knees buckle, and he removes his hand just in time for me to slide to the floor and kneel at his feet.
“Perfect.” His voice is a low rumble that settles over my skin, causing my eyelids to lower and sparking a desire to please him in whatever way I can.
Trusting Ro with my body comes easily, but fully surrendering is something I never thought I’d want, let alone need. I exist only to do his bidding in this moment.
“Alicia.” Ro’s sharp command has my eyes jerking to his immediately. I sit up straight, laying my palms on my thighs.
“Yes, sir?” I’m practically purring as the words tumble from my mouth.
He shifts forward on the chair, pinching my chin between his thumb and index finger, raising my face to give me a soft, chaste kiss. Then he turns my head and whispers into my ear. “Now, be a good lass and suck my cock.”
* * *
“The therapist will have a student with him today,” Ro murmurs against my shoulder.
His alarm went off about ten minutes ago, but neither of us are inclined to move from the bed.
I thought getting used to having someone sleeping next to me would be difficult, but it’s the most normal I’ve ever felt.
There’s a sense of rightness to it. We share a king sized bed, but the man curls himself around me nightly and stays that way until morning.
Before Ro, my mind would race for over an hour before I fell asleep. Not now. The moment his arm drapes over my waist, palm flattening against my belly, I’m already nodding off.
“Because you’re so difficult that it takes an extra person to get through the exercises?” I ask teasingly just to rile him up.
Teeth graze my neck, making me shiver.
“Didn’t get your fill of my cock in your mouth last night, did you?” The hand that’s been holding me close slips upward to squeeze my breast before rubbing slow circles around my nipple. My spine arches as I bite back a moan.
“No,” he continues, like this is a conversation at the dinner table. “The new bloke is from out of town visiting family, but still has to finish up his clinical hours or something like that.”
I’m not sure why that turns me on even more. “Did they happen to give you the name of the new guy?”
“No,” Ro tells me as he switches from circling to long, slow tugs of my nipple piercing. The sensation never ceases to make my pussy throb with need. “Why do you ask, hen?”
“What?” My brain short-circuits when he pushes his hips into my ass, and I feel his erection against me.
“Why are you asking about some other bloke while you’re in my bed, and my hands are on you?”
I hesitate, knowing that the last time I brought up Isaac, Rowan became slightly snarky, but if my suspicions are correct, I don’t want him to feel like I was being dishonest with him.
“Well, I can’t guarantee it, but I might know who it is,” I explain, snuggling closer to his warm body. “And if it’s who I think it is, there’s a chance you may not be happy about it.”
The hand on my tit freezes. “Is that right?”
“Yes. I think it’s Isaac.”
“Isaac?”
“Paddy’s new lady’s grandson. The one that helped get my father to leave me alone that night.”
He flicks my nipple one last time, making a humming noise in his throat, before sliding his hand down my body to the juncture of my thighs and parting the lips of my pussy to circle my clit.
I stretch an arm up to loop behind his head, burying my own fingers in his hair while my body rolls against him.
“Aye, I remember now.” He nips my earlobe with his teeth, then asks darkly, “Do I need to be worried?”
I shake my head because I’m too caught up in the way he’s moving his fingers to form coherent thoughts. He pinches my clit, making me suck in a sharp breath.
“Use your words, Alicia.”
“N-no,” I stammer.
“Does he know you’re spoken for?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” Ro growls, sinking a finger into me. “As long as he knows who you belong to and keeps his eyes and hands to himself, we’ll get along grand.”
Maybe I’m trying to make him jealous or maybe I’m just stupid because I don’t let it lie. “I think he’d take that as a challenge.”
Ro’s hand stills, and I nearly cry out in frustration. The need to come is on the cusp of painful, so my fingers join his in an attempt to get them moving again.
“Please, baby. I need more. I’m so close.”
Nothing.
“Rowan?”
“I thought you said I didn’t need to be worried?” There’s a coldness to his voice.
“You don’t,” I tell him, pushing back into his dick to stir him into action again. “I’m not interested in him, baby. Just you.”
He withdraws his hand, but I catch his wrist, digging my nails into his skin.
“What are you doing?”
Next thing I know, I’m face-down on the bed, with his powerful body pinning me to the mattress, and his hot breath against my neck.
“Ro, your ankle!”
He sits back on his knees, fisting my hair and wrapping it around his left hand. With his right, he thrusts it under my stomach to pull me back so that I’m on my elbows and knees.
Leaning over me, he snarls in my ear. “Maybe I need to mark you, darlin’.
Put my brand where anyone can see, especially if this fucker is going to be there later.
I want him to take one look at you and know beyond a shadow of a doubt who you belong to.
I want him to know that there’s only one man who wrings every last fucking ounce of pleasure from you, night after night. ”
“Baby, please,” I beg. Any other time, I’d be kicking the ass of anyone who tried to stake a claim on me, but right now I’m so turned on, I can feel my arousal seeping out of me.
“Maybe I should have him do a house call so he can watch you choke on my cock.”
Another sharp tug on my hair pulls my head back, stretching my neck.
It’s painful in the best way. The moan spilling from me is cut short when he slaps my ass hard enough that I know his handprint will be there a while.
Before I take my next breath, his cock is slamming into me.
He releases my hair in exchange for a bruising grip on my hips.
I remember that Bridget is home in time to bury my face into the mattress, muffling my cries as he pistons in and out of me at a brutal pace.
“I wish he was standing right outside the door, listening to the way I make you scream,” Ro grunts the words as he fucks me harder.
Professional athletes have incredible stamina, so while he’s only now sounding slightly winded, I’m gasping for air.
“Rowan,” I sob out. “Please.”
His rhythm falters slightly, and I hear him suck in a breath between his teeth. Before I can ask what happened, he’s pulled me up and against his chest, still thrusting into me. One hand wraps around my throat while the other slaps my clit, bringing me to teeter on the height of pleasure.
“Do that again,” I pant out.
Ro grips my throat tighter, constricting my airways just tight enough to make sucking down breaths a little harder, then slaps my clit three more times in quick succession.
My orgasm barrels through me. Before I can let loose the scream, he turns my face to his, sealing his mouth over mine to swallow the sound.
His body jolts and he stills, filling me with his release.
When the pulsing subsides, we collapse onto the bed, covered in sweat, and gasping for air like we’ve just run a marathon. Ro rolls us until he’s on his back and I’m draped over his chest.
Eventually, when my heart rate settles and I’m tracing the outlines of his tattoos, I ask the question. “Care to tell me what that was about?”
He’s silent a moment before replying. “I should maybe apologize, but I’m not sorry, love. Even though I know in the deepest recesses of my heart that you’d never go willingly, just the idea of another man even attempting to take you has me feeling some sort of way.”
I snort and meet his eyes. “You realize that you sound like some sort of Neanderthal right now, right?”
“Aye, I know,” he admits, groaning.
“Well, it was pretty hot, so I’m not too mad about it,” I admit, surprising even myself.
“It was. And definitely worth fucking up my ankle for.”
“What?” I sit up fast, hands moving uselessly to his ankle. It’s still wrapped, so I can’t tell if it’s swelling. “What did you do?”
Ro pulls himself to a sitting position then grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I’m fine, hen. Just put weight on it when I shouldn’t have. I’ll ice it and elevate it for a bit and then make sure to let Isaac know exactly how I did it.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“But I’m your idiot,” he quips.
No arguments there.