Chapter 20
HAPPENED FAST
Rowan thought for sure they were going to have a tug of war over the damn check.
It was the last thing he needed when there were at least ten people in there that knew him and had been watching during his dinner with Saylor.
He knew arriving with her would put it out there fast enough that he was taken. He’d never been one to publicly make announcements.
But he sure the hell didn’t think four of his friends would come over and put him on the spot about Saylor being different from who he normally dated.
Women who surfed with them all the time. That’s who he was around the most, it seemed, in his free time. And you picked from groupings of those that had the same interests.
It hadn’t worked for him yet.
Not like things with Saylor.
“Did you like the walk down?” he asked.
“I did. Do you do it often?”
“Yes. Sometimes we just surf down, then put our boards against the wall out there, and come in to eat.”
“I saw that. I wondered about it.”
“That happens a lot here. It’s an informal area.”
“I like what I see so far,” she said.
Her eyes were on him while he drove them back. He pulled his Audi A8 into the garage. Maybe it was pretentious, but he liked what he liked and it was one thing he was splurging on.
He kept his Jeep for transporting his boards when necessary. Which, of course meant that Saylor had her SUV in the driveway. He was going to move his Jeep to the side out of the way so she could be in the garage. He’d do that tomorrow when she was gone for work.
“I love what I see,” he said.
There was a double meaning there, but she wouldn’t catch on.
He wasn’t joking when he told Logan that Saylor was going to be his wife.
It’d happened fast with all his siblings and it was for him too.
He’d do anything to make her see and feel what he did, but he couldn’t pressure her to do the same.
“Tomorrow is going to be the first time we’ll be getting ready for work together.”
“You’re going to leave before seven?” he asked.
“I will tomorrow and hope the traffic isn’t horrible.”
“You should be good going in that direction,” he said. He was twenty minutes from home too, but traffic wasn’t horrible getting to his place.
“We can figure out the best time to get up so I’m not in your way in the bathroom.”
“There is plenty enough room in there to get ready together if we have to,” he said. “I’m not too worried.”
“And other bathrooms in the house if I need them. I don’t mind.”
He didn’t want them to do that, so he’d make sure he was out of her way. It’d only be three days during the week. Sunday wouldn’t matter much to him.
“Don’t worry. I’m not.”
Rowan pulled into the driveway, then the garage, and went into the house. He walked into his bedroom to shower and change since he came right from work. Not that most would know it in his shorts and T-shirt.
When he came out, Saylor was on the bed, her head against the headboard, her ankles crossed in front of her, looking at the ocean.
“It’s so peaceful. I could sit here all day.”
He got on his hands and knees and crawled toward her, making her laugh. “Sometimes I do.”
“Really? You rarely sit long.”
“Neither do you,” he said. “But do you know what I did here for the two weeks you weren’t with me?”
“No,” she said. Her eyes were looking him over. He recognized the heat in them. He flopped next to her on the bed, a giggle escaping again.
“I’d be naked in bed and thinking of you.”
“Did you jerk off thinking of me right here in that spot?”
He burst out laughing at the humor in her voice. As if it might shock her.
She should know better since he couldn’t get enough of her when they were in the mountains. He’d been letting her settle in here and not pushing too much in the bedroom, though they’d messed up the sheets a few times.
“I did. Did you touch yourself when we were apart?”
“I did,” she said, grinning.
“Show me what you did.”
“What?”
“You should see your face. Your eyes are wider than a tree frog.”
“A tree frog?” she asked.
“Ever see one?” he asked, reaching for his phone.
She brushed his hand away from it. “No, and that will ruin the mood. That’s you speaking words without thought.”
“My bad. But you almost look embarrassed that I told you to show me.”
“I’ve never done that before,” she said.
“Played with yourself to get off?” he asked. “Come on. I find that hard to believe.”
“Of course I have,” she said, swatting his leg. “I just admitted it. But I’ve never done it with someone watching.”
“Do it with me. Have it be a first.”
He was reaching for her shorts and undoing them. She was laughing and letting him take them off with her underwear. Then he went for her shirt. She undid her bra.
“I’ve done a lot of firsts with you. Aren’t you going to get undressed too?”
“Sure,” he said. He stripped and the two of them were back in their original positions, only wearing their birthday suits. “Show me what you did when we were apart.”
“This is hard,” she said.
His eyes went down to his stiff dick. “Yes, it is.”
She giggled. “I meant for me.”
“Pretend I’m not here.”
He turned on his side, then leaned on his elbow.
“Oh yeah, really easy with you staring at me.”
He grabbed her hand in his and brought it between her legs. Together they touched her, he felt her wetness, telling him without words she felt what he was.
He moved her hand to get going. “Close your eyes and just feel,” he whispered and dropped his hand away.
He watched as she did what he’d told her to.
Her middle finger was sliding between her lips, then up and circling the little tender bundle of hers that he’d love nothing more than to put his lips on.
Looking up, he saw her nipples were hard and she licked her lip.
This was such an erotic sight that would be burned in his memory banks for an eternity.
She let out a moan and he looked down again to see exactly what she was doing. He wanted to know what felt the best for her.
She was circling her swollen flesh at the top, her hips lifting and grinding against her hand as she did it.
“That’s it,” he said. “Keep it up. Come for me. Did you think of my voice while you did?”
Her head nodded, her eyes still closed. Whatever worked for her.
Her breathing increased, her fingers moving faster.
He wanted to join in, but this was her rodeo and he wasn’t allowed to get on for a ride just yet.
“I’m close,” she said.
“Finish for me,” he said. “Just like that. Do what you are, but imagine it’s my hands on you.”
“That’s what I did,” she said. She was groaning, her legs stiff, her hips lifted, her hand pressing down as she came.
Jesus Christ, he might come just watching this, but he couldn’t turn his head either.
When her body collapsed on the bed, she opened her eyes to look at him.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Exhausted. But in a good way. It’s your turn.”
Oh, thank God. “Are you going to watch?”
“That’s the best part,” she said.
He smiled, his hand wrapping around his cock. He didn’t need any help from her and stroked himself from base to tip, getting some dew that had been dribbling out and lubing up some.
He didn’t close his eyes like she had, but rather kept her in his sight.
She was watching every stroke he gave himself, her tongue coming out to lick the corner of her mouth again.
Fuck. This was torture. If he came now, it’d be like he had no control when he thought he did a damn good job of showing how much he had with her.
“What are you thinking?”
Her eyes moved from him jerking off to his face. “What?”
“It’s like you’re concentrating on something when I’m doing all the work.”
“Can I touch you?”
“I won’t say no,” he said.
Her fingertips ran along this thigh, between his legs, then out again. Not the touch he thought she’d do but was just as sensual turning the arousal dial up from a ten to a twenty.
She continued to do that, his eyes closing because everything in him was rushing to his dick and ready to take off faster than a green light at a Formula 1 Race.
He should have kept them open because her nails were on his balls lightly scratching them. He would have had some warning she was going to do it and it had his fist tugging harder and faster.
“You like it hard, don’t you?” she asked.
Her voice was just a whisper over his tip when she said it, his release following, just thinking that he might hit her in the face.
He didn’t, she’d leaned back and he’d dropped his wad all over his stomach.
Her finger came up to touch it and move it around some before she got up to get a towel from the bathroom.
He was spent.
She handed it to him and he cleaned up.
“Now you look as exhausted as I felt,” she said.
He lifted his arm for her to slide under it, the two of them cuddling on the comforter and looking at the beautiful beach and ocean in front of them.
“You’re my type,” he said. “I don’t want you to ever doubt that.”
She turned to look at him, then he kissed her forehead.
“I’ll try not to.”
Not what he wanted to hear, but there wasn’t a ton he could do about it now and he didn’t want to break the spell they were both under.