Chapter 9

Nine

Rowan

The taxi takes almost as long as if we'd walked—because of lights and Sunday tourist traffic—but I didn't want to risk Tweetie walking with us and saying something that would have Leigh turning around and walking the other way. He always means well, but sometimes he needs to know when to shut the hell up.

The driver pulls up along the curb right across from my place at the address I usually give so they won't know exactly where I live, although it's fairly well known at this point. At least by the true puck bunnies.

He pulls away, and I spot Tweetie, Henry, and Bodhi ahead on the street, stopped and waiting to cross at a light. They're busy watching the people pouring past on their way to see the Colts game. I'm sure all three of them will go upstairs to the rooftop and watch the game.

I slide my hand into Leigh's, weaving through the cars inching forward. Sure, we earn a few horn honks, but we Frogger our way through, and we reach the other side safely. Once we're behind the iron gate that has black mesh winding through it so we're not visible, I press her back to the concrete wall, my lips crashing down on hers. I haven't felt this starved for a woman since…last night in the elevator.

She welcomes me, arms wrapping around my waist, tugging me closer. Her tongue dances with mine, and it isn't nearly enough to satisfy my need for this woman. It's even worse now that I know what's waiting for me once I get her undressed.

I yank my lips off hers and lower myself, picking her up fireman-style, and climb the stairs to my apartment.

"A girl could get used to this," she says, lightly smacking my ass.

I grab her tight ass in my palm. I don't know what's happening, but this woman has me by the balls, and she doesn't even know it.

I key in the code to my condo and open the door, walking to my kitchen. I lower her ass to my counter, place my hands on the sides of her face, and kiss her again. Her lips, her taste, they're so addicting.

"This is such a bad idea," she says when I sprinkle kisses along her jaw. "It was supposed to be a one-night stand."

"I can't find it in myself to care." My hands splay on her thighs, opening her legs for me to step in between.

She opens willingly, her hands tugging at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up my torso. I back away and help her. Her eyes zero in on my muscles, her fingers running down every ridge.

"Are you even for real?"

It's hard not to puff my chest out in pride when she says that. Instead, I take her hand and lower it over my groin. "Very real."

She palms me, running her hand over my hard dick. "No doubt about it."

I lean forward, loving her hand on me, and place my palms on either side of her hips on the counter. My lips find hers, and I inch forward, giving her more access to me. Our tongues tangle and explore one another in an easier rhythm than when we were downstairs.

I groan when she moves her hand off my dick, but she tucks her fingers under the waistband of my joggers and grips me. The skin-to-skin contact undoes any willpower I had at trying to play it cool.

I strip my lips off hers and grab her T-shirt, pulling it up over her head. She releases my dick for a second to shed the barrier between us but returns it right away.

"I'm gonna combust if I don't get inside you." I grab her by the ass and carry her against my chest into the bedroom.

Her teeth lightly scrape along my shoulder, and when I drop her on the bed, she bounces on the mattress before climbing up onto her knees. She brings her hands to either side of my joggers and tugs them down to my ankles. Then she does the same with my boxer briefs. My dick springs free, and she looks up at me through long dark eyelashes.

I place my hand on her face, my thumb running along the length of her plump bottom lip. She's so beautiful, but she'll be even more so with my dick in her mouth.

She leans forward, her hand anchored to the base of my cock. Her eyes never leave mine as she swipes her tongue over the pre-cum on the tip.

"God, you're something," I say, my brain unable to find the right words.

She continues to stare up at me while she lets a slow drip of saliva slip out of her mouth and down onto my dick. The move is so fucking sexy, my dick twitches in her hand, and a slow, easy, satisfied smile tilts her lips. "I kind of like this control."

My fingers thread through her dark strands. "It's all yours. For now."

Her perfect white teeth nail down her bottom lip, and her chest rises and falls with a deep breath. "Promises, promises."

"I make good on my promises, you can bet on that."

"Another thing we have in common. I finish what I start."

She goes to work on my dick, and she takes her time. I watch her, my fists tightening as she takes my entire dick inch by inch down her throat, inducing a choking sound, and that hardens my cock even more. She glides me back out just as slow, and my head rocks back from the euphoria her warm, wet mouth brings me.

"Look at me," she says in a sultry voice, but shit, the demanding note in her tone kicks my ecstasy up another level.

I straighten my head and our eyes meet. She's running her saliva up and down my dick with her fist while her other hand plays with my balls. Leigh is a fucking rock star at getting me off.

"Shit, you're too good at this," I say, sliding my thumb into her mouth and wetting her bottom lip. Her lust-filled eyes undo something inside me. Maybe because it feels like she's enjoying this as much as I am.

"Maybe it's just beginner luck."

She doesn't wait for me to answer. Instead, she sucks me down firmer. The moans slipping from her throat as she works me over are sounds I'll play on repeat in my brain later.

Watching her back arch, I really wish I would've taken off her bra and leggings so I could indulge in the view of her naked body. Maybe smack her bare ass. Next time.

Shit, will there be a next time?

I push aside all thoughts of that and enjoy the feel of her mouth on me, the wetness, the warmth, the sucking sensation, and the way she plays with my balls. Just when I'm scrambling for something to think of to keep myself from coming, she swipes her finger behind my ball sac and presses there gently. I inhale a sharp breath.

"I'm gonna come." My fingers are back in her hair, tightening on her strands from the intense desperation to unleash my cum down her throat.

She doesn't stop, and when the first burst of my seed releases, she sucks the tip in her mouth, taking all of it. My shoulders fall, my muscles relax, and fucking hell, she swallows it all and cleans me up with her tongue. Once she's done, she sits back on her heels looking mighty satisfied with herself. As she should be.

"Get the rest of your clothes off," I practically growl. "Ass on the bed. Legs spread. Pussy out."

She sits down, and I love the fact she still takes off her leggings and panties. "You don't have to pay me back."

I step out of my joggers and boxer briefs, putting a knee on the bed. "Somehow I think you're just being polite."

She lies down, sliding her head up to my pillow. Seeing her on my bed makes my pulse quicken, but I'm not going to think about that right now, because her pretty pink pussy is right in front of my face.

I situate my shoulders between her thighs, running my finger along her clit. "Let's just hope I have the same beginner's luck."

She laughs, and I swipe the length of her with my tongue, causing her to sober up, rise up on her elbows, and watch me get her off. Which I do in record time, I may add.

Three hours later, I soften inside her, and she falls off me and onto her back, both of us catching our breaths.

I'm still figuring out a way to get her phone number when she slides off the bed and goes to the bathroom. "Be right back."

I take the time to remove my condom and tie it in a knot, grabbing some Kleenex next to the bed and wrapping it inside before tossing it in my trash can.

Leigh comes out of the bathroom and picks up her underwear and leggings.

"You're leaving?"

"I'm sure you have things to do." She doesn't look at me when she answers.

Not really, but I shouldn't tell her that.

"The Colts are playing. We could go to the rooftop," I offer.

What the hell is wrong with me? Isn't this what every guy wants—a quick and easy out?

She looks at me from the corner of her eye, covering her delicious pussy with her pink underwear and her tits with a matching bra. "Maybe we should talk."

Then she disappears into the kitchen and returns with her T-shirt. She continues to get dressed, and I watch her cover up a body I can't get enough of. My dick is raring to go again, which seems crazy, but the chemistry between us is insane.

I put my arms behind my head, leaning against the headboard. "I think we should exchange numbers."

She sort of laughs, but there's a tension to it that I don't like.

"Is that a no?"

She turns to me at the end of the bed, pulling a ponytail holder out of her purse and securing her hair back. She unwound the elastic in her hair earlier at some point, and I have no idea where it is. Apparently she doesn't either. "You're Rowan Landry. You can go down to that street and have a line of women."

"I don't want a line of women."

She sighs. "We agreed to nothing more than sex."

"Did I change that by asking for your number?"

She looks away for a beat then returns my gaze. "What are your expectations if we exchange numbers?"

"I'm not sure, but I already know that you haven't walked out that door yet, and here I am, wanting more of you."

Her hand falls to her stomach, and her throat bobs when she swallows. "So, you'd use it to hook up only?"

I get out of bed, grab my joggers, and step into them. I don't miss the way she watches me the entire time. She feels the same. I just need to convince her that this is the perfect situation.

"Neither of us want anything serious, so it seems pretty easy to me—you wanna fuck around, text me. If I wanna fuck around, I'll text you."

"Easy as that, huh?"

I place my hand on her hip, drawing her closer. My lips go to her neck, kissing up to her ear. "This is new for me too, but I just know that I'm not done with you."

"Rowan," she says, but there's no fight in her tone, which keeps me going.

"Are you going to make me beg?" I whisper against her flesh.

"I should." Her arms wrap around my shoulders, her fingers fiddling in the back of my hair. "Strictly sex then. No fancy dinners. No date-like atmospheres."

I chuckle and suck her earlobe into my mouth. "Deal."

I draw back from her, and our eyes meet, both of us smiling.

"Now I need your phone."

She digs into her purse and hands it to me. We exchange numbers, then I walk her to the door.

"Text me if you're horny?" I say, unsure how to end this encounter.

She laughs. "Please never say that again."

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into me, my lips meeting hers for one final kiss. I'm not ready for her to go, but pretty soon I'm going to look like a clinger.

I open my door for her and find Tweetie coming down the stairs from his apartment. He stops, stares, and laughs.

"Done already?" He lifts his wrist, but he doesn't wear a watch, so it's just for show. "Do I need to apologize for my boy?"

"Fuck off." I glare at him.

Tweetie holds out his arm. "I can escort you to the gate."

Like hell he will. "I've got her." I take her hand and step out of my doorway.

"No shoes? No shirt? You trying to get the puck bunnies all hot and bothered?" He laughs and jogs down the steps, lifting his arm when he walks out of the gate. "See you soon, Leigh. I'm sure of it."

I shake my head and walk Leigh to the gate. After she's secure in a taxi, I walk back up the stairs. It's going to take all my willpower not to text her in an hour.