Chapter 4
Reaper
My dick, my now bare dick, was rising at seeing Rowan looking at me in shock, and what I knew was lust. Damn, I didn’t need to know she liked what she saw.
She threw her hand over her eyes and held the towel she’d pulled off me up in the air. I smirked, loving that she needed to physically throw her hand over her eyes to stop herself from looking at me. I wrapped the towel back around my waist, and bent down to help her up.
Her hand in mine sent a thrill through me, soft, perfect hands in my rough one felt wrong, and yet so very right at the same time.
When she was standing in front of me, I realised what a mistake it was to be so close.
I could smell her intoxicating vanilla scent like it had wrapped itself around me and taken hold. My cock was throbbing.
Fuck.
“Are you all right?” I asked her, looking down at the fading bruise around her eye, and the healed cut on her lip. A rage was building inside of me at seeing her like this.
“Yeah…I’m so sorry…I didn’t know…”
I put my finger under her chin and forced her to look up at me. Those beautiful hazel eyes hit me right in the gut. “Who did this to you?”
“Umm…I…”
Her eyes shot to my lips, and then that pink tongue shot out to wet her own, making my cock strain for her. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Where’s Trey?” I growl. If my boy had his hands on her like this, I’d kill him myself. I may not be the best father in the world, but I always instilled my beliefs in him. And hurting women was not one of them.
“This wasn’t Trey,” she said quickly, stepping out of my hold. A harsh flood of cool air replaced where she had been moments ago, waking me up. “He…he’s um…”
“In Western Australia?”
Her eyes shot up to mine again, curious, almost fearful. “He told you?”
“No,” I grunted. “He disappeared, and his name was coming up on alerts that Trojan picked up. His phone is off, and he hasn’t touched his bank cards in weeks.”
Her eyes closing, almost in fear, had my nerves on edge. I’d already been scared for my boy, but this just told me that it was worse than I originally thought.
“He hasn’t spoken to you?”
“Is that why you’re here?” I asked her. She had never been here without him before, not that she wouldn’t be welcome, but without Trey, my cock was leading the way, forcing me to keep a distance or take her against the damn wall, like I’d wanted to do since the first moment I saw her in my clubhouse.
Before I was introduced to her by Trey.
“No, I…I needed a job and Cherry said I could…if it’s not okay, I can go.”
She made a move to leave. My arm shot out and blocked her path. Slowly, she looked up at me, and I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, those eyes would be my fucking undoing.
“Cherry was right. She controls the payroll. Of course, you can have a job, Rowan.”
“Oh…thank you.”
“Are you in trouble?”
She shook her head, a little too quickly for it to be true, and her eyes shot to the door, almost like she was hoping it would open, and she could escape.
“Cherry said I could stay in the room across the hall. I can get a place to stay close by, I don’t need to…or maybe downstairs? I know there’s rooms down there.”
“Rowan, stop,” I said, a little louder than was necessary. She stiffened, and I immediately felt like a dick. “Of course you can stay here. You don’t need permission. You’re my son’s girl. I’m glad she gave you that room. I’d hate to have to kill one of my men for touching what wasn’t theirs.”
She bristled, her eyes widening for a moment, and a slight gasp leaving her beautiful lips. God, one move and I could have her in my arms, against the wall, my lips on hers as I swallowed her moans.
I moved out of the way of the bathroom door, and led her toward the bedroom. “This is Trey’s room when he stays here, but he hasn’t stayed for a while. Anything you need, Rowan, you tell me, yeah?”
She nodded, her teeth coming out to graze over her bottom lip. God, I wanted to take those lips with my own.
Out of bounds, old man.
“Thank you…Wyatt.”
She closed the door, and I held onto the doorframe to stop myself from pushing into the room and taking her. She was temptation personified, and she was sleeping just a few feet away from me.
I needed to find my son before I did something stupid like claim his girl as my own.
Pushing back into the bathroom, I locked the door and jumped under a cold shower, to stop my aching cock from pulsing for her. It did nothing. Having her so close, so soft and pliable, so…responsive to me, yeah that was trouble, and my cock hadn’t a clue as to how dangerous it was to want her.
Gripping him, I pumped my hand up and down, closing my eyes and bracing myself against the cool tile while I jerked off to the image of Rowan on her knees for me, those plump, pink lips wrapped around my cock, taking me deep.
Those goddamn eyes looking up at me, just like the good girl I knew she would be.
Fuck!
Rowan
I couldn’t sleep.
Not since the bathroom.
It had been over an hour, and I’d heard him head back to his bedroom after his shower, but I couldn’t stop replaying everything in my head.
The way he almost growled when he asked me who had hurt me, the way he had lifted my chin to look into my eyes. The proximity. Just everything…
Wyatt was dangerous.
I wanted him in a way I shouldn’t, and yet in that moment, I almost leaned in and kissed him. The idea of having him run those rough hands up and down my body, imagining what it would feel like to have him throw me against the wall and devour me whole.
Fuck…
I needed to make myself come.
That will wear me out and I can finally stop fantasising about a man I could never, ever have.
I slid back down in the bed, pulling my panties off, and relaxing into the pillows.
Closing my eyes, I let my hand coast down my stomach, imagining it was Wyatt, his beard tickling along my thighs as he slid his tongue over my clit.
Pushing my finger through my folds, I circled over my throbbing clit.
My thighs fell to the side, allowing me to run my fingers through my wetness.
Images of Wyatt’s green eyes swam through my mind followed closely by that growl.
My incredible imagination of having him fuck me against the wall with that huge dick, with no care in the world outside of that bathroom.
Using my fingers, I pushed them over my clit, rubbing quickly, my tummy fluttering with my upcoming release.
I threw my face to the side, moaning into the pillow, and trying to keep from crying out.
Moving my hand up, I slapped my hand across my pussy, the slapping of my wetness and the sharp sting rocketing through my legs, the nerves going down to my toes forcing them to tuck under.
My hips rolled around and around, my pussy eager for more attention, even if I was my own hand.
A girl could dream, right?
I slapped my pussy again, biting down on the pillow as I moaned into it, my clit throbbing as I moved my fingers over it again.
One stroke, two, three and…I stuffed the pillow over my face as I cried out when my orgasm crashed over me violently. Only moving the pillow away once I couldn't breathe anymore, I tried to stifle my remaining moans as the orgasm ebbed, sending my body into a blissful state of relaxation.
Oh yeah.
That was most definitely needed.
I could feel the sleep coming, but the worst part about this room was there was no bathroom, and I didn’t want to sleep until I had cleaned myself.
Shoving up, I grabbed my flat sheet and wrapped it around my body, before opening my door, checking to see if anyone was there and dashing into the bathroom, turning the knob to lock it this time.
I definitely didn’t want Wyatt to see what he had done to me with just a few growls.
Cleaning myself as quickly as I could, and resisting the temptation of the spa bath, I wrapped the sheet around me again and dashed back to my room, stopping when I saw movement to the side of me.
My heart sank when I saw who was casually walking out of Wyatt’s room, readjusting her top and skirt.
“Nothing to see here, Rolls,” she sneered, using the nickname from school that I had hated. “Prez clearly needed a real woman to fuck.”
My eyes shot to the double doors, where Wyatt stood with his shirt off, and a curious look in his eye as he watched the exchange.
My cheeks were flaming with humiliation as I watched her laugh before she headed down the stairs, and I bolted inside the room, locking the door before I made a fool of myself.
Fuck.
Since when was Tee Thompson a club girl?