Pearson

by K. Webster

  “I’m sorry.”

  She tenses in her seat. I reach over and pull her arm away from her chest. She doesn’t protest when I thread her fingers with mine and pull our conjoined hands to rest on my thigh.

  I don’t give her any more words until we pull into the driveway of the yellow bungalow on Seaside Lane. As soon as I shut off the car, I let out a sigh. “I don’t do feelings well,” I admit, my voice low.

  She turns her head and looks at me with curiosity beneath her thick lashes.

  “In case you can’t tell, I’m a guarded person,” I deadpan.

  Her giggles have me relaxing a bit more. “You don’t say.”

  “You are so perfect. I want you so badly. It’s too much for me to handle. My instinct is to shut down because I can’t go down that road again.” I frown as I regard her. “But the moment I convince myself I’m just fucking around with a hot-ass teenager, I want to laugh at myself. I’m not just fucking around. I like you too much. And not just for your tight little body but for your sweet smiles and laughter. I just enjoy being around you.”

  Her nose turns pink and she blinks away tears. “You hurt my feelings today.”

  A slice of pain rips at my chest. She’s already inside me. I’ll never get her out. Not that I want to. It just isn’t happening, so I need to stop fighting it.

  “I’m sorry, Ro.”

  She flashes me a brilliant smile. “Ro?”

  “It’s cute. Like you. Like your house.” I wave at the bungalow.

  Her dark brows pinch together. “My house?”

  I climb out of the car and walk over to her side. When I open the door for her, she frowns as she stands. I grab her tiny waist and haul her against me. Her firm tits press against my chest. It works like magic to get my dick hard. I’ll have her naked soon. Very soon.

  “With the boys and your father, we can’t have the time I’d like us to. Here, you can come after school and I’ll meet you after work. When you’re in college, you can live here instead of the dorms. We can spend time together in private.” I feel like a pussy for even suggesting such shit, but the bright smile on her lips tells me it’s exactly what she wants.

  “You got us a house?” she asks in astonishment.

  “And that car is yours too,” I tell her with a smirk.

  She slaps at my chest in a playful way. “No way!”

  I slide my palms to her ass and kiss her forehead. “I’m sorry I acted like a dick, Rowan. I can’t get enough of you. I know I’ll fuck up some more, but don’t be so quick to give up on me. It’s not like you’ll get away anyhow. I’ll find you, angel. I’ll always find you.”

  Scooping her into my arms, I revel in her youthful squeal. I tote her over to the house I spent the day stocking with necessities. Her lips press against my cheek when I carry her over the threshold.

  “This is crazy,” she says with a giggle. “What will I tell my father?”

  I set her to her feet in the middle of the living room. “Tell him you got a job babysitting and it’ll require some overnights and weekends.”

  She marvels at the nice home. It’s not as fancy as either of our homes in town, but it’s hard to beat the beach. The house is cute, just like I requested. Trevor didn’t disappoint. I know it makes him mental to give me one of his many, many houses, but he’d do anything for me. I don’t ask a lot of him and I’m happy he came through.

  “Can I look around, or are we…?” she trails off and bites her lip.

  “Oh, angel, we’re going to fuck. I’m going to fuck you on every surface of this house. But for now, look around and get comfortable. I want you to feel at home here.”

  She throws her arms around my neck, then wraps her legs around my waist. Her lips attack mine as she playfully kisses me. This girl is the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen. I chuckle against her mouth.

  “I take it you like it?”

  “I love it,” she breathes. “Thank you.”

  “I really am sorry,” I tell her softly.

  She hugs me tighter. “I know. You’re forgiven.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Rowan

  This man dizzies me.

  Hours ago, I cursed the very ground he walked on. Now, I’m giggling and spinning around like a schoolgirl because he bought me a “fuck” house. I mean, that’s essentially what it is, after all. But I don’t even care. He’s trying. He knows he messed up by being a jerk today and is trying to make up for it.

  When I open the refrigerator, I let out a gasp to see it’s fully stocked with food. He comes up behind me and presses his hard cock through his slacks against my ass. “Hungry?” His voice is husky and inviting.

  “Yes,” I murmur, rubbing my ass against him.

  He slides his palm under my shirt and pinches my nipple through the lace of my bra. “I’m starved. I’ll cook you something.”

  I let out an unladylike snort of surprise. “You’re going to cook?”

  He laughs as he grabs my hips and moves me to the side. “I always cook.”

  It’s true. All the times I’ve been over with Brock or one of the other boys, Eric has been the one to cook. Mostly, he grills out and they eat a lot of salads. I grin stupidly at him as he sets to pulling steaks out. We spend the rest of the evening cooking, cleaning, and laughing. When Eric isn’t so serious all the time, he’s actually pretty funny. I’ve never seen him so relaxed. It gives me hope.

  “I love the sound of the ocean,” I tell him once we’re settled on the couch in the dark living room. He’s opened the sliding glass doors and the moonlight pours in, blanketing us in its light. The warm ocean breeze slides in and fills the space around us. Crashing waves in the distance are relaxing, and I can’t help but yawn.

  “Me too,” he agrees, his fingers running absently along my back.

  “This is nice. Being with you like this.”

  “You calm me,” he says softly.

  I tilt my head up to look at him. His normally styled hair is kind of messy from my constant touching and a lazy grin tugs at his lips. In this moment, he’s carefree and young.

  I make him this way.

  My heart expands in my chest.

  The hard, emotionless, powerful Eric Pearson is relaxed and happy in my presence. I’m no longer sleepy as my body begins to thrum with need. I pull away from him and stand beside the sofa. His hawk-like gaze is on mine, intense and focused. I love the way his eyes follow the movements of my hands as I slowly peel away my clothes. His cock strains against his slacks, and I’m desperate to have him inside me.

  “What’s your favorite part about me?” I purr, my palms roaming over my breasts.

  He boldly rubs his cock through his pants and shrugs. “All of it. The whole package.”

  “You have to pick one thing,” I tease.

  He makes a motion for me to turn around. His large hands cup the curves of my ass. “This. It’s so damn enticing. There are things I want to do to your ass you’re not prepared for.”

  A shiver of want ripples through me. “Maybe I want them. You could prepare me.”

  He lets out a throaty chuckle that has me rubbing my thighs together. “Straddle my legs and put your hands on the coffee table.”

  I move across his legs stretched out in front of him and bend over. Everything feels open and exposed to him. When he runs his palms up the outside of my thighs, I let out a sigh. His lips press kisses to the inside of my thigh near my pussy, and I moan.

  “I want this,” he growls as he squeezes my ass cheeks and pulls them apart. His tongue slides along my slit to my asshole. I squirm against the foreign sensation.

  “You want to lick it?” I ask in breathy astonishment.

  With firm pressure, he pushes his tongue inside the tight hole. It’s wet and hot and burns a little, but it’s also completely exhilarating. He slides it back out and slaps both my ass cheeks. “I want to fuck it, angel. I want to put my tongue in there first. And then, I’m going to finger your hole. I’m going to stretch it o
ut so you can take my fat cock. What do you think about that?”

  I groan at his words. My legs shake with need. “I want to see what it feels like.”

  His tongue pushes inside me again. Just as I’m growing acclimated to the sensation, he starts massaging my clit. I whimper and tremble. My tits jiggle as I find myself rocking against his tongue, forcing him to fuck my hole with it.

  “Too much,” I whine.

  He ignores me and grips my hip with a strong hand. Pulling me to him, he dives his tongue deep inside. It’s strange and kind of gross if I let myself think about it. As soon as I start pondering things like E. Coli, he pinches my clit, and I cry out, my knees buckling. He growls against my hole, and I lose it.

  “Eric!” I scream his name as though it’s the answer to all of life’s questions. He doesn’t let up until I’m coming down from my dizzying high.

  The moment he eases his tongue out of me, he’s barking orders. “Bedroom now. I want your pretty ass in the air. I’m taking it tonight.”

  I’m zoned out, still buzzing from my orgasm as I make my way to the room. He disappears into the bathroom for a few moments. The water runs as he brushes his teeth. When he emerges, he’s completely naked. The only thing he wears is a feral grin and an evil glint in his eyes. He pounces on me, and I don’t try to get away. I let him capture me because I love being in his strong arms with his thick dick slapping against my skin.

  “It’s going to hurt,” he growls, no softness whatsoever in his tone. “A little girl like you wasn’t meant to take a big cock in her ass.” He slaps my butt cheek before reaching over to rummage in the drawer. I assume he’s after a condom, but I hear the pop of a cap behind me. “But we’re going to make you take it anyway, aren’t we?”

  I nod as he climbs on the bed behind me. I try to look at him over my shoulder, but can’t see what he’s doing anyway. Settling for staring out the dark window overlooking the beach, I fist the covers and push my ass toward him.

  Slap!

  I whine, but love how the spark of pain sends currents of pleasure straight to my core.

  “You can’t decide halfway through you don’t want this,” he says, his tone deadly. “That’s fucked up, Rowan. Either we do this, or we don’t. There is no middle ground.”

  “I want it,” I breathe.

  His lubricated cock slides along the crack of my ass, but doesn’t enter me. I wiggle my butt at him, earning me a husky chuckle. God, he’s so sexy. This man could do anything to me and I’d somehow find it erotic. I crave him like my next breath. I want him with everything in me.

  “You’re my boyfriend,” I tell him boldly, as if I have any power of negotiation over him.

  His palm cracks across my fleshy bottom again. “No,” he murmurs, his voice a gritted whisper. “Boyfriend is a title for a pussy. I’m your goddamn man.”

  With those words, he grips my hip with one hand and begins pushing into the tight hole of my ass. Where his tongue felt forbidden and exciting, this feels like an invasion. Fiery and painful and wrong.

  I let out a scream as I yank at the covers, desperate to escape the pain. He doesn’t go slow. Instead, he drives all the way into me, and an explosion of intense burning assaults me. My screams are silenced, though, when he reaches forward and wraps his hand around my throat.

  “I know it hurts,” he croons as he thrusts his hips against me. The slap of flesh is a hypnotic sound that distracts me. “But you’ll learn to love it.”

  I choke as he brings me up off the bed and upright. He keeps one hand on my throat as the other roams to locate my clit. Tears stream down my cheeks, but all I can do is hang on for this excruciating ride. He rubs at my clit before sliding two fingers into my wet pussy. I groan at the sensation. I’m completely full of him. My ass throbs in pain, but my pussy is throbbing with need. His fingers fuck me hard, and the urge to pee overwhelms me once more.

  “Eric,” I sob. I want him to stop. I want him to never stop. My brain is confused. My body is responding even though I hurt. It doesn’t make sense.

  “Shhh,” he breathes, his hips rocking against me. He nips at my shoulder, and my pussy clenches around his fingers. “Do you feel it?”

  The building.

  The fire inside me burning.

  So intense.

  “Y-Yes.”

  “You know what I want,” he snarls. “Give it to me.”

  His hand works faster. He knows exactly where to touch me to make my body do things I never knew were possible. The intensity in my core becomes so out of control, I feel like I’m losing my mind.

  And then, it happens.

  Again.

  A hot gush of an orgasm. Violent and messy. My scream is lodged in my throat as I soak us both. He’s strong and holds me upright as he keeps the momentum of his hand inside me going, his hips never stop their thrusting.

  I’m his.

  I’m his to use, violate, and adore.

  Rolling my eyes back, I give myself fully to him. I trust he won’t let me go and allow his body to overpower mine in every way. My orgasm rolls into another one that sets off his. Heat floods inside me, burning my brutalized insides, but I love it.

  “Mine,” he breathes against the side of my neck, his body slowing to a stop. “All mine.”

  As he slides out of me and helps my weak body to the shower, I can’t help but think how right he is. I was his all along. I was just waiting for him to come along and claim me.

  Now that he has, I’ll never let him go.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Eric

  Two months later…

  “You can’t tell him,” Levi says, rolling his eyes.

  “Why not?”

  “Because, hmm, I don’t know…” he pins me with a glare, “he’ll kill you.”

  At this, I snort. Jax Wheeler is a loser. Scum beneath my shoe. Some asshole who weaseled his way into my neighborhood. The only thing he ever did right in his life was spit some DNA into Rowan’s mother’s cunt.

  “But can you imagine the look on his face?” I grin at him. Poor fuck would probably cry. Hell, he might try to beat my ass, but I don’t spend hours every morning in the gym before the sun comes up just to let my dick of a neighbor kick my ass.

  “I can imagine it,” he says with a sigh. “I’m also pretty sure, deep down, he knows you’re fucking his kid. All I’m saying is there’s no need to provoke the beast.”

  “I’m the beast,” I growl.

  He shakes his head. “Whatever, man. We both know you’re going to do what you want anyway.”

  Damn straight.

  My phone buzzes from the table beside the pool lounger and I pick it up.

  Angel: I’m on my way over.

  Me: Hurry.

  Angel: I miss you.

  Smirking, I reply that I miss her too. And I do. The girl has crawled so far under my skin, I’ll never get her out. At one time, I’d thought she was like Julia. Now, I realize she’s better than Julia. Rowan is completely devoted to me. Julia wanted to be equals. I played her game for a while, especially when she was popping out my sons left and right, but I started to grow bored of it.

  I like control.

  I like to be the one in charge.

  With my company. In my life. All aspects, I want to be on top.

  My dick twitches at the thought of having Rowan beneath me last night. She whimpered and cried my name all night. The claw marks on my shoulder still hurt, and it makes me smile knowing she likes to mark me.

  “You’re so pussy whipped,” Levi says as he stands and peels away his shirt.

  I laugh. “And you’re not?”

  “Nope,” he lies before running and doing a cannon bomb into the pool.

  Me: Would you let Levi and I both fuck you at the same time?

  I love getting her all fired up.

  She doesn’t respond right away, which means she’s driving. When she finally reads her message, I can imagine her mouth popping open in shock and her cheeks blazing bright
red. Cute as hell, my girl.

  “Eric Pearson!”

  Dragging my gaze from my phone to the back door, I find the source of the outraged screech. Holy fucking shit does she look like a goddamn dream today. She’s wearing a pair of cutoff shorts that aren’t buttoned or zipped and a tiny scrap of a white bikini top. It’s just transparent enough I can see the dark outline of her nipples through the fabric. My cock responds by jumping in my swim trunks.

  Levi curses in the pool, and I almost laugh out loud. Rowan is a temptation to every man in the vicinity. Doesn’t matter if they’re pussy whipped or married or anything. One look at her, and the vision goes straight to their spank bank for later. While they’re fucking their pretty girlfriends or wives, they’re thinking about my angel. Her succulent tits and cunt so tight, she strangles a cock.

  I rise from my lounger and stalk over to her. I want her naked. I want her legs wrapped around me while I bury my dick inside her. I want to fucking bite her. Having Levi here must have me feeling more possessive than normal because I’m three seconds from ripping off her clothes and marking my territory.

  “My beautiful, sweet girl,” I growl as I grab her by the hips and pull her against me. My cock is stone between us. I thrust slightly against her so she knows just what she does to me. Her palms go to my bare chest, and she smiles brightly up at me.

  “My handsome boyfriend.”

  I chuckle and kiss her pouty mouth. She’s just as possessive over me, which entertains me to no end. When we’re together, she gets pissy if I even look in the same direction as another woman. Rowan Wheeler is territorial and jealous as shit. It turns me the fuck on.

  “How much do you love me?” I tease.

  Her smile falls, and she parts her lips. “So much.”