Chapter 6
ROWAN
He pulled out a strip of condoms.
"I'll need lube if you think you're going to use all of them tonight," I said.
"I'll need Viagra if you think that too."
I was already pulling off my shoes. I wasn't the hook-up kind of girl. But this didn't feel like a hook-up.
When was a hook-up not a hook-up? Was there a timeline? We could still count our time in hours. I'd only met him last night. But so much had happened it felt like I knew him.
He still didn't know my last name. Guys never seemed to need that much detail.
Clothes were flying everywhere. His. Mine. Hitting the floor as the alcohol and anticipation shut down everything other than primal desire.
And then we were naked and my feet were dangling in mid-air.
He was so fucking big and strong, I should have been scared, but I felt safe.
We mashed lips and explored each other's mouths. Then I was sailing backward through the air.
He tossed me onto the bed and after one bounce he was hovering over me, arms braced either side of my head, keeping his weight off me.
He kissed down my neck, my collarbone, and when his mouth found my nipple he didn't start gentle. He bit down and I arched into it, gasping, grabbing a fistful of his hair to hold him there.
"Harder," I whispered.
He obliged. The sting shot straight between my legs and I wrapped them around him, pulling his hips into mine. I could feel him pressed against me, and I wanted him inside me so badly I was already grinding against him.
He lined himself up and pushed forward and…
"Condom," I breathed.
"Fuck." He pulled back, scrambling for the strip on the nightstand.
I sat up on my elbows to watch him tear the wrapper with his teeth. And Jesus Christ. The V-line cutting down from his hips. The abs flexing as he rolled it on. And his cock. Thick, hard, straining in his hand as he sheathed it.
I bit my lip. "Hurry up."
He was back over me in a heartbeat, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my hip. He pushed inside me. Slowly at first, letting me feel every inch, and my eyes rolled back.
"Look at me," he said.
I did. And when our eyes locked he pulled back and slammed into me so hard the headboard cracked against the wall.
"Oh fuck!”
He set a pace that was relentless. Deep, hard strokes that punched the air out of me. I dug my nails into his shoulders and held on while he fucked me like a fucking animal.
His mouth found my other nipple and he bit down. Not gentle or careful, and the combination of his teeth, and his cock hitting that spot inside me over and over, was too much.
"I'm gonna…” I couldn't even finish.
My whole body locked around him, legs shaking, back arched off the bed, and I came so hard I could feel the flood between my cheeks. I couldn't think. I could only feel him still driving into me through it, dragging it out until I was whimpering.
His rhythm broke, his jaw clenched, and his eyes stayed on mine, wide and raw and locked in, as his hips stuttered.
"Fuck, Rowan…”
I felt him pulse inside me. Deep, heavy throbs as he buried himself to the hilt and held there, his whole body trembling above me. His forehead dropped to mine, our breath tangling between us while the aftershocks rippled through both of us.
For a long time, neither of us moved.
His weight settled onto me. Not crushing, just warm and heavy, and I ran my fingers down his spine while his breathing slowed against my neck.
I didn't want him to pull out. I didn't want the space between us to come back.
Not yet.
Spider
She was fucking perfect with and without her clothes.
Not just the body… though Christ, the body.
When I lifted her off the ground, she wrapped around me like it was nothing. Like she trusted me. And I'd known this girl for all of a day but something in my chest was already rearranging itself to make room.
I threw her on the bed and she bounced once, then lay there looking up at me with want in her eyes.
I nearly forgot the fucking condom. I would have been barebacking if she hadn't said it, and I don't make mistakes like that. She was making me stupid.
I watched her sit up on her elbows while I rolled it on, biting her lip, and looking at me like I was something to eat.
I wanted to go slow, but fucked if I could.
The sound she made when I bottomed out... I'd hear it for the rest of my life.
She took everything I gave her and asked for more. Harder. Her nails in my shoulders. Her legs locked around me like she was afraid I'd stop.
I wasn't going to stop.
When she came, her whole body clenched around me and I was done. Buried deep, my forehead against hers, shaking like a prospect on his first run.
I didn't pull out straight away.
Like a greedy fucking child… I wanted more.
Rowan
“What a night," I said.
"Yeah."
I rolled onto my side. "How many condoms do you have left?"
He reached for the strip on the nightstand. I didn't even know they came that long. He counted them slowly, one to ten.
"Ten."
"So how many were there?" I knew. And he knew I knew.
"Twelve." We both started laughing.
"How old are you again?" I asked.
"Twenty-nine."
"Imagine us at forty-five and nine," I said.
He stopped laughing. Rose up on one arm and looked into my eyes like he was searching for something.
I blinked, then looked away for just a fraction. A reset.
This was too much too soon. I shouldn't have said that. He was a nomad. His last woman was gone, and I was the girl from yesterday.
My mouth went dry. I couldn't take the words back, and I couldn't trust myself with what would come out next. There was no reverse gear with words.
His gaze was so intense I opened my mouth to apologize, to take it back, when he saved me once again.
"I could."
"Wha… what?"
"I could." He said it like it was simple. "Imagine us at forty-five and nine."
Then he kissed me so deeply he swallowed every word I didn't really want to say.
Spider told me about his ex. The usual story. He was away too often, and she found someone else to satisfy her needs.
He didn't tell me what happened to the guy when he caught them together.
Wheelie did.
I told Spider that Buzzard had offered my job back, and I'd said, "Over my dead body." He was rolling with laughter at that. I really did need to get a better handle on my choice of words.
I told him my apartment had parking for a Harley and more space than his room at the Skulls, and to seal the deal I'd bought him a toothbrush.
He asked me what color, and I told him pink.
We laughed and we loved. And I didn't just get him. I got the whole Spider Webb.
Him… and the Skulls.