CHAPTER SEVEN

– EASTLYNNE –

"Did I enter the Twilight Zone or have you decided overnight it's worth facing your fears and anxiety? 'Cause I just saw someone sleeping in your bed and since you're standing here, I know it wasn't you sleeping in there," Cosima states as she strolls into the kitchen. "Or did you order a blow up doll for some practice before you go for the real thing? You do know they have vibrators, right? Less space, more efficient and all."

I tear my gaze away from the window and take a sip of my coffee before I can think of how to answer her. Placing my mug on the counter, I decide to share some of my thoughts because it's a rambling mess inside my head.

"I made him shower first. He tried to put his shirt and boxers on, something about not wanting me to think he'd demand sex. They were dirty and my bed was clean. I forced him to be naked." I bite my nail to stop the rambling, but the dam seems to be broken when I add, "We didn't have sex, and I slept really good, all warm and cozy in his arms. He gave me an orgasm when we were in the stables last night. Not very sanitary, but he shuts out the havoc and turns it into static when he kisses me."

Cosima wanders to the coffee pot, grabs one of the mugs from the cabinet, fills it, and takes a few sips. I keep staring at her while I'm now feeling self-conscious and wonder if the oversharing was a huge mistake.

She places her mug next to mine and gives me a grin. "Static is good. Orgasms too. The whole need to get naked in bed because it's clean and no worn clothes getting near it part? Brilliant, sis. I need to remember that one and will use it if I can get a hot man to spend the night. But then again, if I have a guy over it will be for sex so we'd definitely be naked."

I release the breath I didn't realize I was holding. "He wants me to be his old lady." I frown and rephrase. "He told me I'm his old lady, but I don't know if I can handle being around all those…brothers."

My sister waves her hand and grabs her coffee again. "Nonsense. You've made new friends over the years while working on jobs. You might block those parts out and ignore most people, but you're not completely dysfunctional. I'm still here, Mom too for that matter. You wouldn't have let Rourke give you an orgasm if you didn't have–" She frowns. "Wait. We are talking about Rourke, right?"

"Yes," I gasp in outrage. "I wouldn't let anyone else this close."

Cosima points a finger at me. "Right. That right there makes him special, sis. He's managed to make you open up to him. Rourke doesn't seem like the type of guy who would spend days getting to know someone just for a little action between the sheets. Oh, and like you mentioned, you didn't even get action between the sheets. Good girl, taking a page from my book, getting action outside of the bedroom."

I groan at the reminder of our earlier discussion about how Cosima had her own kink when it comes to sex.

Grabbing my empty mug and the coffee pot, I tell her as I let the dark liquid flow, "I need more coffee and this discussion is over."

Laughter bubbles from her. "Whatever. Just know I'm happy for you, and very proud, sis. Now, I'm going to groom me some horses and clean some stables."

"I'll help," I offer.

Shaking her head, she points at the hallway. "Naked man in your bed, woman. Go and seize the day, dick, whatever gives you an orgasm first. Go, hustle hussy."

My jaw drops and more laughter flows from her as she dashes out the back door. I'm still staring at the door when I hear footsteps coming down the hallway.

"Mornin', darlin'," Rourke rumbles as he strides toward me.

He places a kiss on the top of my head, and steals my mug to take a sip before he hands it back.

"Hey," I manage in a soft whisper.

How can he render me speechless? Maybe it's his muscles, covered with tattoos, his scruffy jaw, blue eyes, the rough hands that are gripping my hips as he leans in close. Any, all, or maybe it's the fact that I've let him in and know I'm safe in his arms and can be myself completely. He never holds judgment and indulges my weird demands.

"I like you," I blurt.

His husky chuckle makes me realize how corny that sounds, even to my own ears.

"Good, 'cause I more than like you, Eastlynne," he murmurs and nips my bottom lip before kissing me hard.

I let my fingers glide over his muscles and love the way his warm skin feels under my palms. He grips my waist and without any effort, he lifts me up and onto the counter. He steps between my legs and without thinking I wrap them around his waist.

He doesn't give me a chance to think; he simply frees me from my mind and lets me feel. I automatically raise my arms when he tugs my shirt free and over my head to let it drop onto the floor. His mouth goes straight to my nipple.

A hungry growl vibrates through him and the feeling makes my nipples harden as a moan slips from me. His hand teases my other nipple and I let my fingers sink into his light blond hair to keep his mouth where I need him.

Electricity is sparking through my veins and warmth settles low in my body. I want the same pleasure he gave me yesterday. Except this time, I want to feel him inside me when I explode.

"Rourke," I croak.

He hums and switches nipples. "Fuck, darlin'. You have perfect tits."

"Uhmm, thanks?" I mumble, and groan when he sucks hard.

The feeling goes straight to my clit and for a moment I wonder if I can orgasm while he's playing with my breasts. At this point I don't even care about the why and how; I want him to make me come.

No. That's a lie. I want him inside me because I can't be selfish, not when he's making me feel this amazing. He didn't come yesterday and now all his focus is on me again.

"I want you," I whisper.

"You have me," he instantly replies against my wet and hard nipple.

A growl rumbles through me and I tighten my fingers in his hair to rip him away from my chest and fiercely tell him, "I want your dick inside me, Rourke. Now. I need to feel you and come with me."

"Fuck, woman," he growls. "I love the mouth on you."

He leans back and quickly opens his jeans to take out his dick. The air gets stuck in my throat when I catch a glimpse of shiny metal. Holy hell, is that why he kept it in his pants?

"You're pierced?" I gasp. "And huge. Oh, shit."

I move my ass while Rourke slides my shorts and panties off in one go. Fisting his hard, shiny with added hardware, length and places it at my center.

He glides it up and down through my drenched pussy lips and states, "Wait till you feel them inside you, sweetheart. You'll love it."

There isn't time to reply when his hands grip my hips and he starts to pump with short strokes to slowly fill me up completely. I'm out of breath and have my nails digging into his back when he's finally lodged deep inside me.

It feels as if he's everywhere, filling me to the brim while teasing my nipple with his mouth, hands on my hips to keep me in place. All I can do is hold tight and don't let go as he starts to take me. I have no other words for it.

We both lose control, letting go to chase the bliss. The pleasure builds and shakes my soul when I shatter into a million pieces. Wave after wave crashes through my body. Ecstasy from the inside out, and I'm vaguely aware of Rourke burying his mouth into the crook of my neck where he nips and sucks until he throws his head back and roars out my name.

I can feel him thickening inside me, hot pulses fill me up and all of it triggers another wave of pleasure to crash over me. This. This right here was a thousand times better than what happened yesterday in the stables. If each time with this man is more intense when it comes to pleasure, then I know deep down I made the best decision ever.

Rourke connects his gaze with mine and the open desire, warmth, admiration, and adoration is radiating from him. "Stunningly beautiful. That's you, darlin'. But what we just did? Fuck."

Smirking I quip, "Fuck, we sure did."

He shakes his head. "Nah, what we did wasn't fucking. It was more like hitting supernova on the sex scale. Damn."

Laughter bubbles from me and it makes his dick slip from me. A rush of wetness follows and it's then I realize we're in the kitchen and my bare ass is on the counter while his sperm slides out. Yuck. I need to sanitize the kitchen as soon as possible.

Then I realize another crucial detail. "I'm not on birth control. I have hormonal migraines and have tried more than a handful, but it only made them worse. Oh shit. I'm so stupid."

"Hey now," Rourke murmurs and takes my face in his hands. "I remember you mentioning birth control not being able to help your hormonal migraines. I screwed up as well, it wasn't just you."

I groan and let my forehead drop to his chest.

"So, I do hope you're open to the chance of having kids." There's huskiness in his voice. "Because I intend to keep on emptying myself inside you. Damn, I rather not wrap up after knowing what it feels like to be bare inside a woman. You were the first."

"You were my first too," I muse. "My first time was with a condom, not exactly comfortable, but it could have been the whole first-time thing too."

"We're not going to talk about other men or past fucks when my cum is still leaking out of you," Rourke rumbles.

I glance down at the mess and realize I'm still sitting on the counter. "My sister isn't the only one with the kink to have sex everywhere else except the bedroom."

Laughter rips from Rourke and I chuckle along with him until knocking on the front door interrupts us.

Rourke lifts me off the counter. "Go clean up, I'll go see who's at the door."

He doesn't have to tell me twice. I quickly snatch my shirt from the floor and wipe the counter where I was sitting with it. I grab the rest of my clothes and run through the hallway to head for my bedroom.

Closing and locking the door behind me, I jog into the bathroom and throw the dirty clothes into the hamper. I turn on the shower and rush through cleaning myself. I wonder who is at the door and I wish I could hurry up, but my need to follow my routine doesn't allow me to speed through it.

Ten minutes later I'm finally dressed and ready to check on Rourke when I hear multiple loud voices coming from the back of the house. I rush out of the bedroom, through the hall, and find the house empty. A scream that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end pierces the air.

Dread fills my veins because I recognize the voice. Cosima. She's in pain? My fear and anxiety don't keep me from running to the back door, but I do stop in my tracks when I see Parker carrying my sister's bloody body.