Chapter 19 #2
She was yanking at the tape, making it pull tighter on her skin. I moved into the room, and took her hand in mine, pulling it off slowly. My chest squeezed when she didn’t pull away from me.
That was a good sign.
“I didn’t know you did this.”
“You don’t really know anything about me.”
I hated it, but she was right. We’d fucked and that was about it. Yet, I knew I wanted her. I wanted her in my bed every single night, and in the morning. Once her hands were free of the tape, I kissed her knuckles, rubbing my fingers over them.
“Why are you here?”
“Rowan…I need you to come home.”
“Reaper…”
“Stop calling me that,” I growled, my cock hardening in my jeans when she gasped in surprise.
“Wyatt…”
“Please, I need you back in my bed.”
“You kicked me out,” she said, her voice breaking for a moment. “You didn’t trust me even when I told you the truth.”
I nodded. “I thought you lied. You were too good to be fucking true, Rowan.”
Her teary eyes told me she was still reeling from it all.
“Please come home with me. We’ll work it out. I’ll figure out how to protect you from the shit I’m involved in. I just can’t sleep without you anymore, and I know how fucked that is. I laugh at myself for it, but I honestly want you in my bed every fucking day.”
“How’s Cammie?” she asked, her anger sliding back into place on her face.
“I didn’t fuck Cammie.”
“Sure, you didn’t.”
I pulled her closer, my arm snaking around her waist. God, I loved how she fit perfectly against me. “You are who I want. Not Cammie, not anyone else. You. Only you.”
“Whatever, I’m a nobody. Just another pussy to fuck, but I’m done with that.”
God, I was feral for her, and seeing her in someone else’s blood had my cock throbbing. Seeing how brutal she could be had me needing to sink into her.
“Never talk about yourself that way,” I growled at her, pushing her around so she had her hands splayed on the medical bed in front of her.
I kicked her ankles out, my hand running down her abdomen, and into her shorts.
Rowan didn’t move away, didn’t budge, but I could feel the stiffness of her body underneath my hands.
With one hand, I held her, half bent over the bed and the other moved down her pants and to her slick folds.
“If anyone spoke about you like that, I’d kill them, so what makes you think I’ll let you talk about yourself that way? ”
My mouth was next to her ear, breathing in her soft feminine shampoo scent. She moaned, her hips bucking as my finger slid over her wetness. My cock was aching for her, but this wasn’t about me. It was about showing her how perfect we were for each other.
The glue to each other’s broken pieces.
My salvation.
“That’s it, baby, fuck my hand.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Her pussy ground against my fingertips, and I slowly sunk my fingers down her slit to her entrance and pushed in.
Rowan cried out, her hips bucking, my fingers smashing into her hard, and deep.
The way her pussy pulled my fingers in deeper had me needing to hold onto the side of the bed so I didn’t fuck her against it.
I was mindless for my girl.
The only thing I could think of was sinking into her, devouring her whole, and ruining her for the world. Nothing was ever going to touch her again, no body, and no thing would make her ever feel like she was unwanted.
She was so goddamn wanted it hurt my chest to think about it.
I felt her pussy flutter, and her moans turned carnal. A few more thrusts and she was coming apart for me, my fingers coated in her. Just like they should always be.
“Wyatt…”
“Enough with this shit. I need you, Rowan, come home and be with me. Ride me for days, make me fucking grovel. I don’t care. I just need you to come home…please.”
She stiffened at the end. I understood why. I wasn’t a man who ever said please, but for her, I’d fucking use my manners because she was mine.
My goddess.
My ol’ lady.
Whether I’d made it official or not, she was fucking mine, and she needed to know that. I would do anything for her.
Slowly, she turned around to face me. I couldn’t read her expression, and that killed me. It felt like my heart was being held under a blade, just waiting for the guillotine to drop at any moment.
She held all the cards in her hands.
Surely, she had to know that.
Her arms wrapped around my neck and she slammed her lips to mine, the kiss turned feral as I pulled her against me tighter, her legs wrapping around my waist. I marcher her toward the wall to grind against her.
“Fuck, Rowan, I need you naked, and on my cock.”
She groaned in my ear. “Okay, Wyatt, let me get changed and I’ll come home with you, but this isn’t a permanent thing. You need to earn back my trust.”
I kissed her again, hard, claiming, letting her know I understood. “I’ll be outside with the boys.”
She nodded and I let her down, reluctantly. Swatting her on the ass, she gasped and bit her bottom lip. That bottom lip was going to be bitten by my own teeth in an hour when I could get her back in my bed.
In our bed.
Chaos greeted me once I found them close by, a grin on his face. “I’m guessing we finally got our queen back.”
“Fuck off, Chaos. What did you learn?”
“Looks like Raf ain’t here, but that’s not why Trojan wanted us here.”
“Oh?”
Chaos looked over at the wall, near the bar. Trey stood there, with a few of the patched members of the Sons who ran things here every night.
“What?”
“Junior is the new co-owner of the Pit.”
I was about to launch myself at my dumbass son when I heard a scream. Not just any scream.
Rowan’s scream.
Everyone turned, and I saw my woman being manhandled by a man with a gun to her temple. She had a stream of blood flowing from the other side of her head, and a glazed look in her eye.
I moved to intercept but he pushed the barrel into her head harder.
“Let her go,” I growled at him.
“Ha!” he laughed as he dragged her back toward the exit. “Not fucking likely.”
“Bryan!” Trey’s voice boomed over the crowd as he pushed his way forward. “Let her go. I’m the one you want.”
“Too late, fucker,” he spat, getting aggressively angrier.
Rowan didn’t look good as she struggled to stay upright.
He probably gave her a concussion. Why the fuck did I leave her alone?
I pulled my gun from my waistband, as did Chaos and Shadow, aiming at him.
He didn’t stop. If anyone shot, they could hit Rowan.
We knew what was at stake.
And so did he.
Which means, he knew what she was to me.
Before I could stop it, he’d edged himself to the door.
Two more men came in, guns aimed at everyone.
Rowan whimpered in the guy’s arms, but her body was barely moving.
Her eyes drooped. I made a move to get to her, but he’d dragged her out of the door and out of sight before I could drop the two assholes in front of me.