by Nichole Rose
"I'm sorry, little owl," he groans, regret heavy in his voice and in the shadows in his eyes. He holds himself still, dipping his head to press regretful kisses to my eyes, my cheeks, my nose…everywhere he can reach. "The pain will be over soon. Just breathe through it for me, baby. I promise, I'll make it so good for you."
"Kiss me. Please."
He does so immediately, without reservation. For long moments, his mouth works with mine, his kiss gentle at first and then harder, deeper. Our tongues dance together and then break apart. He lets me play at controlling the kiss, but only for a moment before he wrests it away again, possessing my mouth like it's his. Not that I'm complaining. He kisses like no one else.
Within moments, the pain is gone and I'm wiggling beneath him, desire climbing toward a fever pitch. I try to move beneath him, but he has me pinned to the bed with his hips, refusing to let me budge.
"Please," I gasp, breaking away from his mouth. "Please move. I need you."
"You need this?" he growls, sliding out a few inches before thrusting back into me. He moves shallowly, as if he's testing to make sure I'm really ready.
I am though. I so am because that feels incredible.
"Sebastian," I moan, tipping my head back against the pillow as those fireworks start popping inside me again. "You feel so good inside me. You're so big. God, I feel you everywhere." I don't know what I expected sex to be like, but I definitely didn't expect it to be like this. He's so deep and I'm so full. My hips cradle his, soft to his hard. We're yin and yang again, completely different, yet evenly matched. Made to fit one another.
"Jesus," he groans, dipping his head to pull one of my nipples into his mouth. He rocks his hips at the same time, sliding out a few inches and then back in. His teeth rake across my nipple. He slides out further this time before pushing his way back into me, impaling me on his cock.
I moan my pleasure, rocking below him, eager for more.
"You're so sexy," Sebastian mutters, planting his fists on the bed on each side of me. He leans down to bite my other nipple and then he really starts moving, gliding in and out of me quickly.
I feel the head of his cock dragging against my inner walls, hitting some spot inside that I didn't even know existed. I cry out his name, pleading for him to do it again.
"Look at you, greedy for my cock. Begging for it." He thrusts deep and then circles his hips so he grinds against my clit and that magical spot inside at the same time.
I shout his name, a flood of arousal soaking me and his cock.
"God, I love the way you sound when you're turned on. It makes me so fucking hard. I ache, baby." He presses his lips to mine, makes a distressed sound, like he's too turned on to control himself but afraid to let go.
Instinctive understanding has me wrapping my other leg around his hip, pulling him closer. "Make me yours," I whisper, lifting up to place my lips against my ear. "I want all of you, Sebastian. Don't make me beg for it."
"Baby, Paradise. Jesus," he groans, the sound agonized. He totters on the edge, his control stretched to the limit. I nip at his lobe and then his neck, stretching it even further. The bonds snap in two, his loud roar the only warning I get before he lets go and takes what he wants from me.
His powerful thrusts send the bed tapping against the wall. He takes me hard then. Each wicked thrust has me dragging my nails down his back, crying his name into the room, arching toward him.
Every time I cry out his name, he growls mine and goes deeper, harder. He's a machine, ruthless as he pounds into me. His cock nudges against my cervix. The split second of pain bleeds into a deeper pleasure, one I feel everywhere. Until I'm no longer crying his name, but screaming it, my voice breaking as he holds me tighter, fucks me harder, loving me to the brink of insanity and then pushing me over the edge.
I fall hard, crashing backward into waves of electrified pleasure. They close over me, drowning me in bliss. He still doesn't stop. He shouts my name, his hips slamming into mine as he goes wild for me, fucking me hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs.
"Christ, little owl. This tight cunt is magic," he growls. "Begging me to fuck it like I can't stop. Jesus. I can't stop."
"Sebastian," I whimper, delirious with pleasure.
"Next time, I'm taking you from behind. I want to see that sexy ass bouncing while you're creaming all over my cock. I'm going to imprint my dick in that hole one day too, little owl. Claim every single inch of you. Going to make sure everyone knows you spread your legs for you boss, let him claim that ripe little cherry."
He buries his face in my throat, licking and biting me as he grunts and curses, claiming me so hard I know I'm going to feel him tomorrow. The filthiest words leave his lips, and that drives me wild. Makes me want him, need him, even more.
I come again, screaming for him. He still doesn't let up, not until I'm wrecked beneath him, pleading for mercy because my body is so sensitive every thrust sends me careening toward another orgasm, one so big, I'm not at all sure I can handle it.
"Please," I gasp, trembling beneath him. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes.
His lips find mine, grounding me in reality again. He eases off, gliding in and out of me in slow, sure strokes. I wrap myself around him, holding him as tightly as I can, clutching him to me like he might disappear if I don't. Or like I might.
His heart pounds against my chest, thundering for me. His skin is slick with sweat, little rivulets running down the ridges of his abdomen. He's Ares and Eros, ferocious in his power and powerfully gentle. He makes love to me slowly, gently, whispering the sweetest words in my ear this time.
How good I feel. How sweet I am. How much he adores me.
His lips find my skin, pressing his devotion into me in sweet little pecks that have me climbing toward the peak one final time for him. I'm not afraid of it this time though. Not with him guiding me through it, not with him teaching me…loving me.
"Never letting you go, little owl," he whispers. "Never ever."
I slip over the edge into bliss one more time, moaning and gasping.
He follows me over this time, thrusting deep. His head kicks back, my name leaving his lips in a powerful cry of completion. He trembles and moans in my arms, his body shuddering as he releases inside me again and again, warming me. He fills me until he leaks out around us, making a mess of both of us. He looks like a God above me, fierce and beautiful and mine.
I don't care what anyone says, somehow, someway… I'm keeping him.
Please, baby Jesus. Please let me keep him.
Chapter Six
Sebastian
The rest of my week at Commodore passes in agonizing lurches and blissful lulls. The hours between the first bell and the last are utter hell. Richard Johnson drives me up the fucking wall, but no one comes forward to make a complaint. Despite my best efforts to engender trust, everyone remains infuriatingly silent about their tyrannical principal. It's enough to leave me in a constant state of agitation.
Until the final bell rings and Rowan is all mine again. When she's close, I feel nothing but happy. We try hard to keep our hands off one another when we're on school property. God, how we try. It's useless though, a losing battle. As soon as she slips into my office after the last of her kids are safely on their way home, we're a blur of hands and lips and desperation.
Somehow, we manage to make it home before I get inside her. We don't cross that line, simply because I know how much this job means to her and I don't want to do anything to jeopardize that. It's hard though. Because when she has her hands on me, nothing else registers, nothing else exists. It's just the two of us, rules and hierarchy and Principal Richard Johnson be damned.
I spend my lunchbreak with her every day. On Wednesday, it's just the two of us in the Teachers' Lounge. On Thursday, we're back on lunchroom duty. But on Friday, we manage to sneak off to lunch together. Rowan is quiet, distracted. She has been all day.
I think she's upset that I'll be elsewhere next week, but she's no
t saying it. There's a lot we're not saying. I've never been a coward, but I'm a little afraid that I'll spook her if I tell her that I'm in love with her. I don't know exactly when I fell, but I did. So hard I'm still reeling, still reveling.
I know she feels the same way about me, but I'm not sure if she knows it yet. It's in her eyes when she looks at me, in her touch when she puts her hands on me. It seeps out into the air around her. She glows with love, with happiness. Surely, everyone else sees it too. Or maybe I'm just so hyper focused on her that it's impossible for me to miss.
I'm telling her how I feel tonight. If I don't, I think I might actually lose my mind. I need her to know that this thing between us isn't over just because I won't be at Commodore every day. I want her to move in with me, marry me. God, I want it more than I've ever wanted anything before.
If I'm wrong and she doesn't love me yet, somehow, someway, I'll convince her to fall.
"Do you want to go to dinner tonight?" she asks, looking at me from beneath her lashes. She's still so shy sometimes, so damn sweet. When I'm inside her, she's as kinky as I am, as shameless and wild. But when I'm not inside her, she's still so innocent, so artless.
"I have a School Board meeting," I tell her, wishing like hell I could skip it. Unfortunately, we have some things to discuss. Richard Johnson amongst them. While no one has come forward to lodge a formal complaint, I've seen more than enough with my own eyes to warrant addressing the matter with the board. Since we can't fire him, I'm going to push—firmly—for the board to request his retirement at the end of the year.
I'm fully prepared for them to resist my efforts to remove him though. The fact that he's a condescending prick isn't going to be enough to sway them, but I owe it to the teachers here to try. Not just Rowan, but all of them. They deserve better.
"Oh." Her lips poke out into a pout, a little crinkle between her brows.
"If you'll wait for me, I'll cook for you. We can eat on the deck and then watch a movie." She can watch a movie. I'll be too busy watching her, obsessing about every expression that crosses her face, every shift of emotion in her eyes. I'm bewitched by her, completely spellbound. When she's near, my eyes are on her. When she isn't, I'm thinking about her. Endlessly. Endlessly.
It's fucking great.
"Do you…should I plan to spend the night?" she asks, nibbling on her lip like she really isn't sure of the answer to that question. Which is absurd to me. I would have had her things packed and her moved in with me the night she gave me her virginity if it were up to me.
"You think I don't want you with me?" I ask, tilting my head, studying her. Trying to figure out where I failed. Because clearly, I've done something wrong if she doesn't know how utterly obsessed I am with her. How badly I want her, all the time.
"I don't…" She shrugs and then huffs. "I don't know. Everything just feels…different today." She seems sad about that, mournful, like she's going to miss me as much as I'm going to miss her. Maybe it's wrong to be happy about that, but I am happy about it.
"Come here." I hold my hand out to her across the table.
She takes it, allowing me to pull her to her feet and draw her around to my side of the booth. I scoot over, sliding her in beside me. Not stopping until her petite body is tucked right up against mine, my arm around her shoulders and her sweet scent working like a wrecking ball on my self-control.
"What are you thinking, little owl?" I ask, grateful her hair is up in a bun so I can see her clearly. So she can't hide behind those ebony locks, keeping her worries hidden from me. I want to hear them all. That way I can obliterate them, make her happy again.
She shrugs, twisting her fingers together in her lap. "It's just different," she says after a moment, leaving teeth impressions on her bottom lip. "I like sneaking into your office for kisses after class or smiling at you in the halls. I got used to you being there, and now you won't be."
"You feel like things are going to change between us just because we aren't in the same school every day?"
"I don't know," she whispers, eyeing me. "Do you want things to change?"
"Yes."
Hurt flashes in her eyes.
I grab her before she can scoot away from me, pulling her closer. "I want you to move in with me," I whisper in her ear. "I want us racing each other to get home, desperate to share all the details about our days before I feed you and fuck you. I want your shit mixed all up with my shit, all the time."
Her body melts against mine. When she turns to look at me, her expression is soft, so full of hope and love and a million other emotions that make me feel like a fucking king.
"You want me to move in with you?" she asks, her voice shaking.
"Yes." I smile at her, skim the back of my hand down the side of her round cheek. "Nothing about us is going to change just because we're not sneaking around the halls of Commodore anymore, little owl. You're still going to be my Paradise. I'm still going to be your man. We won't get to have lunch together every day like we have been, and you won't be able to sneak into my office for kisses at the end of the day, but the way I feel about you isn't going to change."
"Me either," she whispers.
I press my lips to her forehead. "Then we're on the same page, Paradise."
"I'll move in with you."
"Yeah?"
She nods, the worry in her eyes dissolving, replaced by the happiness I'm used to seeing. She wears her joy with radiance. It's so goddamn beautiful. Jesus, I can't wait until I have her stripped bare tonight so I can tell her how fucking much I love her.
I kiss her forehead again and then her lips, lingering there for a moment. She giggles, her breath washing across my face.
"What's so funny?"
"Rick Murphy is going to be so happy when you're not glaring at him from across the lunchroom table next week," she says, burying her face in my throat. Her body shakes with her laughter.
I narrow my eyes, annoyed as soon as I hear his name. "I wouldn't glare at him if he'd keep his fucking eyes off you. Every time I look up, he's looking at you. It's pissing me off." Shit. And now I won't be there to keep him from looking at her. "Maybe I should extend my visit to Commodore."
"Sebastian." She laughs. "You can't do that."
"I told you before, I make the rules now, little owl," I growl, digging my fingers into her side to tickle her. "I can do whatever the fuck I want, especially when it comes to you."
She squeals with laughter, drawing the eyes of several other nearby diners.
They all smile as she tries to wiggle away from me, as spellbound by her as I am. It's hard not to be. She has the biggest, brightest personality of anyone I've ever met before. I can't even really be mad at Rick Murphy for being captivated by her. It's hard not to be when she's so perfect.
"I take it back!" she cries, nearly sliding off the bench into the floor.
I snag her around the waist and haul her back up, cutting off her laughter with a hard kiss.
My phone vibrates in my pocket before I can get carried away with it. I grumble wordlessly and pull the phone out to see Leslie Holland's name flashing across the display.
"Gotta take this," I mutter to Rowan, snagging her plate from the other side of the table and dropping it in front of her so she can finish eating her sandwich
"Thanks," she says, smiling at me.
"Where are you?" Leslie asks as soon as I answer the phone.
"At lunch. Why?"
"I need to see you," she says. "How soon can you get to my office?"
I pull the phone away from my ear to look at the time. "I need to drop Rowan off. Then it'll take me an hour to make it across the city to you. Why? What's up? What do you have?"
"Something I believe you've been looking for," she says. "I'll explain when you get here. Hurry up."
She hangs up on me before I can get anything else out of her.
I huff out a curse, shaking my head. She's lucky she's one of my favorite people, because I think she fucks with me just because sh
e knows I'll let her get away with it. She's more like a mother to me than my own mother was. But my curiosity is definitely piqued now. I'm guessing she found something on Johnson that'll allow us to deal with him without needing the teachers at Commodore to come forward. At least I hope that's what she has for me.
"Leslie?" Rowan guesses before I can say anything.
"Yeah, she needs me at her office." I worry my lip between my teeth. "I'm not sure how long it will take me. I'm guessing I'll be tied up until after the board meeting. Will you be all right by yourself at the house until I get there?"
"I'll be fine," she promises, dabbing at her mouth with her napkin before she wipes her hands and drops the napkin onto her plate. She ate most of her sandwich. "I need to stop at my house and take care of a few things. I may swing by and check on Lisa and Gia tonight too."
"You still have the garage opener?" I gave her my spare one the other day so she could park in the garage. It was raining out. I didn't want her getting wet.
"It's in my car."
I pull my wallet out and toss several bills down on the table before nudging her gently to get her moving. She slides across the seat before popping up to adjust her pants. My dick gets hard when she slides her hands down her ass, making sure everything is all straight. A memory of her on her hands and knees with that ass in the air and her hair tangled around my fist slams into me.
I grind my teeth together, trying to fight back the wave of pure fuck lust that swarms through me at the memory. I came so hard I almost blacked out. If I didn't get her pregnant Tuesday or Wednesday, I definitely did when I took her from behind last night.
Tucking my wallet back into my pocket, I snag her hand, pulling her close to me. She cuddles up against me, seemingly content, as we head outside. If any of her earlier worries remain, not a hint of them show on her face. She's all smiles, those devastating dimples on full display.
Once we reach the truck, I spin her around to face me. As soon as she tips her head back, a question in her eyes, I pounce, my mouth slashing down to meet hers. I kiss her hard and deep, devouring her sweet mouth until we're both breathing heavy and my cock throbs for relief.
