CHAPTER SIX

– ROWAN –

I’m not alone. Not with my feelings and not at this moment in my life. My family might be in Hawaii, far away from where I now live, but in the past week, I’ve found new friends to surround myself with.

Being burned by a man who only used me, cheated on me, and wasn’t even who he said he was, didn’t put me in a death trap. I almost shut down and didn’t want to open up to others, let alone start a new relationship.

Yet, the one who brought me back to the land of the living, my savior, not only restarted my heart and gave me his breath to fill my lungs…he made me fall for the person I came to know during the past few days.

A giggle escapes me when he ushers me into the clubhouse. A freaking giggle. I should be fearful for my life, my business, my dreams, and yet this man manages to throw everything off of my mental table with just a single look. No fear, only pleasure is radiating in his gaze.

Living life one pleasurable breath at a time to focus on the good it has to offer; both body and mind. That’s how you make a difference. Don’t allow the darkness to fall for there’s always the moonlight flowing through the trees. A broken path is still a path you can follow one step at a time.

It’s what the other old ladies have taught me with the many discussions we’ve had. Their life experience, some more gut-wrenching than others, has given me strength and a different outlook on life. A reason to open your eyes each and every morning, knowing you have the day ahead of you where you can enjoy a day filled with hard work, friendship, love, and most of all… have it all returned.

My thoughts dissolve when Dwight closes the door to our room behind us, locking both of us in our world. We’re still dripping from the water when he wraps his hand around my braid and angles my head so he can ravish my mouth.

I moan against his lips, loving the way his tongue swirls around mine. Heat fills my veins and my nipples harden when I feel his hard and sculpted chest that’s only separated from my skin through the thin fabric of my bathing suit.

A bathing suit his fingers are tugging from my body. Such a hard task when it’s wet and clinging to my skin. Regretfully, we break our kiss to rip the offended material off both our bodies. Skin-to-skin is what we need.

I sigh in contentment when I feel his warm, hard, fully inked chest crash against my body. His mouth returns to mine and our hands start to linger. I dig my nails into the skin of his back, urging him to get closer, even if we’re plastered against one another.

His dick is deliciously caged between our bodies, pressing against my belly. He feels so big and hard and I can’t wait to take him inside me. His mouth is ripped from mine when he pulls on my braid. My scalp prickles deliciously when I see the lustful look in his eyes.

“I want to devour every inch of you. Claim you with my cock in every hole to brand you with my cum. There’s a raw desire…an urge to fuck you raw so you know exactly who you belong to.” His voice sounds guttural and he closes his eyes for a brief moment to take a shuddering breath. “Damn, woman. There’s no one on this fucked-up planet who has ever evoked such a demand in my veins as you’re doing right now.”

“I feel it,” I croak. “I feel the same need and connection. It’s electrifying and I can’t resist.”

We stare at one another and I suddenly feel the urge to taste him. His hard cock juts out from a light patch of neatly trimmed curls. I sink to my knees and come face-to-cock. Reaching out, I take him in hand, relishing the hiss that’s ripped from him.

Leaning in, I lick his balls and stare up at the man who is glancing at me as if I’m the only one in his entire existence. A drop of precum leaks from the slit and I let it coat my tongue to taste him. Salty and tangy.

My scalp tingles when he tugs my hair. “Don’t play around, Rowan. Open that sexy mouth of yours and suck my cock as deep as you can.”

I part my lips and hold his stare until I feel his balls on my chin. His curses fly through the air when I swallow around his cock. I’m not only able to hold my breath for long minutes at a time, but I also have the ability of no gag reflex. Something that comes in handy right now to impress the man who captivates me in many ways.

He’s cupping my face with both hands and starts to roughly fuck my face. The way he holds my stare as he does it causes my pussy to tingle and soften. I can feel my own arousal sliding down my legs. I’ve never been turned on as much as I am at this moment.

A gasp rips from me when his dick is suddenly gone from my mouth. Dwight scoops me up and throws me onto the bed. He takes his dick in hand and strokes himself as he towers over me. The fingers of his other hand tease my pussy and he slides one thick finger inside me.

“So fucking hot.” He brings his finger to his mouth and licks it clean. “I knew you’d feel tight and taste damn good. Tell me something, Rowan. Something we haven’t discussed yet while we’ve talked about many, many fucking things…can we fuck without a condom or do I need to wrap up?”

“I’m clean and am on the birth control shot,” I honestly tell him.

A predatory grin slides across his face. “I’m clean too, baby. Which means we’re fucking bare. No other cock but mine will fill you with cum from here on out, understood?”

“Make me yours,” I croak and let my legs fall open to welcome him into my body.

Talking is overrated. With everything that was discussed between us, talks with the old ladies, seeing how their men treat them; how Dwight has treated me since the day we met. Everything tells me this is the man I’d want to take the plunge with and see what the future holds for both of us.

Dwight places a knee on the bed and nudges the thick head of his dick against my folds, sliding up and down to open me up.

“No going back, darlin’,” he grunts. “This pussy is mine.”

He thrusts himself balls deep and takes my breath away when he crashes his mouth to mine. The kiss is uncoordinated as he starts to fuck me hard and deep. I claw his back, overwhelmed by the feel of his body against mine, his hard length tunneling in and out.

The friction, the pleasure, the heat of our bodies grinding against one another. Everything is throwing us in a cloud of untainted lust. The craving is electrifying and the need for release is climbing as pleasure starts to fill my veins.

“Don’t you dare come,” he growls right next to my ear. “I can feel your pussy wanting to spasm around my cock. Not yet. Not. Fucking. Yet.”

I press my heel against his ass, urging him on while I tilt my hips, needing him to fill me as deep as he can.

“Harder,” I demand, chasing my orgasm and ignoring his demand.

As if I’m able to stop myself from the pleasure that’s set to boil over inside my veins. There won’t be stopping the flow once the dams break. No way, no how. I’m completely lost in the pleasure of this man and he only has himself to blame.

“Give it to me,” he rumbles right before he sinks his teeth into the skin where my neck meets my shoulder.

White hot pleasure erupts, throwing me off a cliff I never saw coming. The freefall is as if there’s only bliss wrapping around my soul. I faintly hear myself scream out the name of the man who has reached inside my chest to claim not only my body but my heart as his.

I’ve never experienced sex the way we just used our bodies to demand the pleasure we just gave to one another. He’s still slowly pumping his dick into me, twitching with the final spurts of cum to wring himself dry.

Experiences from the past are long forgotten, to make room for new and refreshing memories. Ones with newfound meaning, a promise to evolve and extend while using this moment as a reminder of who we are and who we can be.

Dwight places his forehead against mine. “That was…that…fuck. That was everything.”

I couldn’t agree more as I brush my lips against his.