“Dude, we barely even see him, and Rowan’s around all the time.”
“Okay, I see your point,” I allowed. “But back to the reason I called you.”
“You’re seriously asking me to take my life in my own hands here,” he grumbled.
I let out a deep sigh. “Do I have to remind you who broke the law for you when you went after Mystic.”
“No,” was his simple reply. “That’s why I’m going to do it.” I heard his moving around in his leather desk chair. “But if you so much as-”
“Relax,” I quickly assured him. “No way will I give you up.”
He was silent for a bit before asking, “Are you really sure you want to do this, Lorcan? Rowan’s not…well, the woman isn’t docile.”
I barked out a laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”
“I just can’t have my children’s godparents trying to kill each other every time we need to all get together,” he drawled out.
“I just need to talk with her, Gage. That’s all.”
“Okay, I’ll text you her info,” he replied. “But you better delete the text, asshole.” I laughed before hanging up.
I sent James a text, and within minutes, he was pulling up to the curbside of The Highlands. Had I not been here for a business meeting, James wouldn’t have driven me. I drove myself if things were personal, but tonight had started out professional.
It was far from professional now.
The ride over had me thinking about that fucking kiss, and there was no way Rowan wasn’t as attracted to me as I was her. That kiss was too explosive to convince me otherwise. The problem was that I had no idea where I’d lost her.
I mean, it was possible Rowan really believed I was in this for the chase, but I wasn’t the type of man who chased pussy. And definitely not for a fucking year. And not to whip my dick out or anything, but the woman had to know that I didn’t need to work this hard to get laid. Easy women were everywhere.
When I had first met Rowan, she had immediately displayed her loyalty for Mystic with her I’m-not-impressed-by-money-or-power attitude. She had made it absolutely clear that Gage and I would only be worth her time if Mystic deemed it so. She hadn’t cared that I had been Mystic’s boss at the time or that Gage had been the love of Mystic’s life. Rowan had made her alliance to Mystic clear, and as far as she’d been concerned, that had been the end of it.
Sure, I had been dazzled by that face and body of hers, but I’ve fucked many beautiful women with amazing bodies. They weren’t in short supply as long as plastic surgeons existed. And, honestly, I wasn’t all that hung up on a woman’s looks as much as some people might assumed. I was happy with any woman who didn’t get on my nerves overmuch. After all, I was only ever in it for the sex.
Until Rowan.
I was instantly captured by her snarky attitude, and over the past year, I’ve actually grown to like her, and I wanted to try this. I wanted Rowan Lewis to prove to me that I was capable of picking a woman with integrity. One that wasn’t blinded by my money, power, or status.
A woman who just liked me for me; asshole and all.
Chapter 27
Rowan~
The shower had done wonders, but my mind was still preoccupied with my freak out earlier. Or maybe more to the point that I had to face my cowardice.
Even through all the counseling and support, I let fear of embarrassment drive the direction of my sex and love life. Fearing that I’d make a major fool of myself, I avoided rather than corrected, and that decision has gotten me nowhere.
Sooner or later, I was going to want a husband and kids. Sooner or later, I was going to want to love someone unconditionally. And I couldn’t have all those things if I wasn’t willing to fight for them.
A knock at my door snapped me out of my thoughts. I glance at the clock and it was almost eleven, which meant it could only be Grayson. I knew forcing him to leave earlier would play heavy on his conscience, but that was another thing I had started thinking about lately. I wondered if my refusal to fully conquer my past was holding him back, too. That’s why I had asked him that exact question tonight. I needed to know I haven’t been taking him down with me.
Ready to get on with it, I opened my front door, but it wasn’t Grayson standing on the other side.
It was Lorcan.
“Lorcan?”
“May I come in?” Dumbfounded, I stepped back and let him in.
After shutting the door, I asked, “How did you know where I lived?”
“You’re not in the Witness Protection Program, Rowan,” he said, the sarcasm heavy. “It’s not that hard to find anyone these days.
“While true, you could have nixed the sarcasm,” I replied.
“What happened earlier tonight?”
There were so many ways I could answer that question, but I decided to go with the semi-truth. Depending on his reaction and responses, I might never have to tell him the complete truth. If he could accept some simple fun under certain conditions, there was no harm in that, right?
“You said something that made me think we might not be compatible in bed.”
Surprise flashed across his face. “What?”
I shrugged. “I don’t think you and I are into the same…things.”
He didn’t say anything for a bit, mulling my words over in his head, no doubt, but then finally asked, “And what was it I said?”
“You asked me to let you do filthy things to me and my body?” I reminded him.
Confusion swirled in those intense grey eyes of his. “Okay, so…dirty talk is a no-go?”
I shook my head. “All of it.”
Lorcan ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “I’m not following, Rowan.”
“I prefer sex without foreplay,” I finally told him. “If I like a guy enough to have sex with him, he doesn’t need to keep convincing me with foreplay.” I was very aware the shit I was saying sounded stupid as hell, but in for a stupid penny, in for a stupid pound.
“So, what? You just bend over, and he slides right on in?”
“Pretty much.”
His brows drew inward a bit as he stared at me, wondering if I was serious or not. “No lips, no fingers, no hands, no…any of that?”
I tried my best to look smug instead of anxious. “Told you we weren’t compatible.”
He chuckled darkly. “If you think I’m not down to just bend you over and fuck you like you’re my toy, you’re so very wrong, baby.”
My core clenched and leaked a little, and lack of foreplay wasn’t going to be a problem with Lorcan Cavanaugh if I got this turned on just by his words and the kiss we shared earlier.
“What happened to all those filthy things you wanted to do to me?”
“Clearly, you haven’t been fucked the right way if you think fucking without foreplay can’t be just as filthy,” he replied smoothly.
“Well, prove it then,” I challenged.
There was a calculating glint in his eyes, but he didn’t pounce like I thought he would. Instead, he asked, “Is kissing okay? I’m assuming it is from earlier, but I’d prefer to get clarification on it.”
“Kissing is fine,” I clarified.
His grey eyes smoldered. “Then come here.”
Still dressed in his business attire, I was only clad in a pair of cut off pajama pants and a baggy hoodie. It wasn’t the sexiest look around, but he’s the one who showed up here uninvited, not the other way around.
My bare feet were silent as I made my way to where Lorcan stood in the middle of my living room. When I stood in front of him, his hands were back to cradling my face like at the bar earlier, and those lips were back on mine in a scorching kiss that I could feel in every damn nerve ending.
Wishing I had the courage to put my arms around his neck, I settled for wrapping my hands around his wrists, and kissed him back with everything I was capable of giving. Lorcan still tasted like bourbon, and I liked it.
Losing myself in the way he owned my mou
th, I was able to enjoy the pleasure because, holy shit, could Lorcan Cavanaugh kiss. It was sensual yet commanding. There was no inexperience happening here, and I knew it was going to be the same once he got inside me.
The thought had me ready for what was to come. The irony wasn’t lost on me that, even with my past being what it was, I think I would still have opted to forego foreplay with as badly as I was turned on right now.
Breaking off the kiss, my harsh breaths panting against his lips, I said, “I’m ready.”
“Rowa-”
Not caring about anything else but making this happened, I walked over to the other side of the couch, and got on all fours, like a true slut.
Reaching back, I started pushing my shorts and underwear over my thighs, when Lorcan’s voice reached me from behind. “Let me.”
Gladly.
Bracing all my weight on my arms and knees, I already had a pillow clutched in my hands, ready to take my screams. There was no way I wasn’t going to be screaming my head off with the size of the man.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Lorcan swore, his hands pulling my ass cheeks apart. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
His words washed over me, but before I could lose myself completely, I asked, “You have a condom, right?”
“Yeah, I do,” he answered, and when his hands left my ass and I heard the sound of his zipper, I knew this was it.
Chapter 28
Lorcan~
It was killing me not to be able to touch her. I hadn’t been lying when I said I wanted to do every filthy thing I could think of to her. I wanted to touch her everywhere. I wanted to kiss her everywhere. I wanted to lick her everywhere. I wanted to fuck her everywhere.
I wanted everything with this woman.
When she laid out her conditions, I had been surprised. I’ve never met a woman who was opposed to foreplay. Hell, most of them demanded it. And while the heat was there in the way we kissed, I still had mixed feelings about fucking her like she was an escort.
But what else could I do?
If this was the only way I could have her, I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. If Rowan didn’t want foreplay, I wasn’t going to force it on her. But, Christ, if I didn’t feel the actual ache of refusal at not being able to taste her pussy. It had been one of the things I had been eager for when I first found myself attracted to Rowan. Burying my face in between her legs had been a dream. One that I wasn’t going to be able to see into a reality, and that kind of sucked.
However, if all I was going to get was this, her ass up, her pussy ready to be fucked, then I was going to make it an experience she would never forget.
After grabbing the condom, I stuffed my wallet back in my back pocket, rolled the condom over my hard dick, and rubbed the tip up and down her soaked folds. “I hope you’re ready,” I teased.
“Just do it,” she demanded, and I chuckled because I wouldn’t expect anything less.
Grabbing her thick hips, I slammed every fucking inch inside her tight cunt, and the fit was threatening to fry my brain.
“Fuck,” I hissed out, and Rowan was crying out some shit into one of the couch pillows. But as long as it wasn’t stop, she could scream out whatever the fuck she wanted.
Correction: As long as she wasn’t screaming out for me to stop or another man’s fucking name, then she could scream out whatever the fuck she wanted.
Railing into her body, my hands tightened on her hips, and I made sure I was stretching her out around my cock. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted. “So fucking tight.”
“Oh, God…” she moaned, the pillow no longer muffling her cries. “Lorcan…
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” I practically growled. “You like being fucked?”
I could feel her freeze, but it was only for a split-second, before she pushed back and begged, “Harder.”
My fingers digging deeper into her flesh, I slammed into her over, and over, and over again, feeding her every fucking inch I had to give her. Though I wanted to hold her tits and play with her pussy, even tease her tight little ass, I had to focus on her wants and desires here. What I wanted didn’t matter right now. Rowan said she wanted to be fucked, and that’s what I was going to give her.
Only I hadn’t realized how hard it really was to hold back with someone who called to you.
I forced my hands to stay where they were, and kept my eyes centered on where my body was invading hers, but it was hard.
We were both clothed, just the necessities bare, and my mind was trying to distract me with how wrong this scene looked. Rowan was moaning, begging for more, and my dick had never felt a paradise quite like this one, but serious feelings for Rowan were trying to break through and ruin what we were doing, and I couldn’t have that.
“Lorcan…oh, God…oh, God…”
“Is that all it takes to make you cum, Rowan? A hard dick?” She stuck her face back in the pillow, her face down with her ass up, and met me thrust for thrust. “Because if that’s all you need, I got you, baby. I’m all yours.”
More muffling in the pillow, but I didn’t need actual words to confirm that I was getting her off. The white cream coating my dick was all the proof I needed. Without any foreplay, Rowan had been ready off one kiss, and she was painting my cock white with what I was doing to her. As soon as she cums all over me, it was going to be a guaranteed wrap.
“You’re such a hot fuck, Rowan,” I told her, filth coming naturally from my lips. “Even with a condom, your pussy is squeezing me so good.”
Then her head reared up, and the scream coming from her lips was the best thing I’ve ever heard. “Lorcan!” Her body clamped down on mine like a vise, and her entire body started to shake with every man’s dream.
“Fuck,” I hissed, not being able to ward off the sensation tingling at the base of my spine. “Fuck, Rowan.” Soon, I was unloading inside the condom, the tip of my dick bottoming out against her cervix.
I stayed inside her body until my dick started to soften. Making sure to hold the rim of the condom against my dick, I pulled out and while Rowan collapsed on the couch, I asked, “Where’s your bathroom? I need to get rid of the condom.”
“Down the hall, first door on the right,” she muttered, her face facing the back of the couch.
My hand went to caress her ass and back, but I quickly pulled it back. She made it clear she didn’t like to be touched, so I refrained and went to go take care of business.
After getting rid of the condom, pissing, and washing my hands, I straightened myself back up and headed back into the living room where I found Rowan already dressed and standing near the back of the couch.
I walked up to her, slipped my arm around her back, and pulled her to me. Kissing the top of her head, I asked, “You okay?”
She didn’t hug me back, or lean into me, or anything like that. Rowan just kind of stood there, making sure not to touch me. “I’m fine.”
I stepped back a bit, giving her some space, and I couldn’t shake how something was wrong here. I’d done everything she asked, and she came with enough force to make her scream out my name, so I was taking that as a sign that it had been good for her, too, but something was wrong.
I knew it.
I stared down at her, and she stared back because, if nothing else, Rowan Lewis wasn’t a coward. “Are we good?”
“Why wouldn’t we be?” she asked, and there was no mistaking the challenge in her tone.
Better than sticking my foot in my mouth because I wasn’t sure what I was dealing with, I said, “I’m going to go ahead and head out. Unless…I can stay.”
Rowan smirked. “To cuddle?” she mocked. “I already told you how I feel about that shit.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to call her out for acting like a bitch, but I wasn’t going to add more fuel to a fire I had no idea was raging to begin with. Whatever was upsetting Rowan, me and my temper weren’t going to make this awkward situation any better.
I leaned for
ward, gave her another kiss on the top of her head, and walked out of her apartment without another word said between us.
Chapter 29
Rowan~
My hangover wasn’t as bad as it should have been, considering how much alcohol I had poured down my throat last night, but between the emotions, shower, sex, and two bottles of water, I’d woken up with just a mild headache and lots, and lots of awkwardness.
The sex, as basic as it had been, had been the best I’ve ever had, and that was pretty fucking sad. I had been so primed and ready for Lorcan, he had made me cum embarrassingly quick and hard. White dots had danced behind my eyes, and I had screamed his name towards the heavens. His dick was as big as I had suspected, and the man knew how to use it.
Everything had been going as I had asked. Lorcan had stuck to the rules, but when he had asked me if I liked getting fucked, for a split-second in time, I had wanted to tell him the truth. I had wanted to stop him and confess that I wanted more. I wanted to tell him how I wanted his hands all over me. I wanted to tell him that I’ve never had a man go down on me and I wanted him to be my first. I wanted to ask him if he thought it was possible for his fingers to replace the memory of someone else’s fingers.
For one split-second, I had wanted to try.
Then afterwards, I had actually panicked that Lorcan might want to stay and do the exact thing I had belittled, and that was cuddle.
And it wasn’t that I’ve never cuddled before, because I have. I didn’t have an issue with a man holding me. I didn’t have an issue with affection. Lorcan just made me want more, and I needed some space to wrap my mind around that.
I needed time to decide if this was something I really wanted to do. Was telling Lorcan the truth going to ruin everything? We were going to share the same godchildren, so it wouldn’t do well to ruin a possible friendship.
Picking up the phone, I fired off a text. It was past noon, and I knew Gage probably had Mystic at home with her feet propped up, so there was a good chance I’d get an immediate reply.
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