Rowan grunts and lowers me on his thick spear. My jaw drops from the intrusion, but pleasure shoots through me, and I never want it to stop. Both of us moan when he can’t go any further and is seated fully.
He lays his forehead against my chest, and hot puffs of air hit my skin. “You feel so good.” The words struggle from his tongue.
And I’m barely holding on.
I lift myself up and back down, needing friction. I need more. I wrap my arms around his neck and rock back and forth. Sweat decorates his forehead when he looks at me. “Use me,” he grunts, not moving to meet my thrusts. “Fuck me, Everly.”
My nails dig into the skin on his shoulders, and I latch myself onto his body and start to gyrate my hips until the crown of his cock is brushing against that special spot inside of me. “Rowan,” I cry, gaining speed and friction as I fuck him.
For the first time.
Something about this position feels better than all the other positions. My body is constantly shaking from my clit dragging across his lower abdomen. My orgasm approaches quick, but I want to hold it back.
“What do you do to me?” he whispers, dragging his lips across my neck.
I know exactly what he means because I have no idea. When I’m with him, everything falls away. His soul tangles with mine. It has ever since the day we met. Was it only a matter of time before we were giving our bodies over to one another? Because, thinking about it, it makes sense.
I wrap my arms tighter around him and lay my head on his shoulder, whimpering into his ear every time his thick cock drags across that spot that makes me feel like I’m about to explode.
“Look at me,” he whispers.
I lean back, trying to lift my lids to do what he wants me to.
“I want to see you come as I come in you.” He starts to flex his hips, grinding his shaft deep inside me.
Glancing down, I watch him slide in and out of me. It takes my breath away. How does he fit? The wet sounds of us joining together are erotic all on their own. The dark material of his jeans are wet, from me, from him turning me on so damn much. He gets me so wet.
“You going to come for me? I’m going to fill you up, Everly. You want that? You want my come?”
“Yes! I want it all,” I shout, tossing my head back with a fevered passion as an orgasm rips through me, and I gush all over his cock.
His lips twist, his eyebrows pinch, and Rowan looks at me with desperation right before he shuts his eyes and grunts his release, thrusting his hips with every rope of come that leaves his slit. He slows, sliding in and out, slow and passionate, and brings my lips to his mouth, kissing me like he has always loved me.
What I’d give to have his love again.
Chapter 21 Rowan
I wake up to the sound of my cell phone ringing. The sun is barely peeking over the horizon, but my eyes still squint from the light being so damn intrusive. My heart thumps against my chest as I remember what happened last night. I turn to the right and see a smooth, creamy back turned to me. Honey brown hair spills over the white pillowcase, and my worried heart starts to slow.
She didn’t leave.
I don’t really know what we are, but we are more than what we were when this trip started. I just have no idea what to do with it.
“Mmm, answer your phone,” she waves her hand in the air.
“Still a grumpy morning person, I see.”
“You haven’t seen anything. Morning goblin has only gotten worse over the years,” she slurs with sleep.
I bend over and kiss her shoulder, out of habit, out of want, but nothing in me screams at me to stop. And it scares the shit out of me. I don’t want to get too comfortable. Everly has proven she is a runner. And the last thing I want is to get left in her dust again.
The phone rings again. She throws a pillow over her head and groans. It makes me chuckle. I toss the thick, white comforter—that all hotels seem to have—and roll out of bed. My cock lays against my inner thigh, and the air hits the flesh, making me shiver. I just want to get back into the warmth of the bed. Where the beautiful, naked woman is.
The phone stops ringing, but a second later starts up again. It must be Gray with an emergency, but when I flip it over to stare at the screen, it is a Colorado number. My stomach plummets, and my throat starts to close with panic. There is only one reason this number would call me.
“Hello?” I answer. The tone of my voice has Everly flipping over in the bed. She removes the pillow from her face, and the corners of her eyes slant downward with her frown.
“Mr. Michaels? This is Officer Josh Kendall, from the other night. I have some news for you.” He sighs, “It isn’t good.”
I rub my hand over my mouth when tears burn the whites of my eyes. “Just tell me.”
“We found your parents.”
“Are they okay?” I ask with a little hope, and the worry leaves Everly’s face as she crawls to the bottom of the bed.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Michaels. They didn’t make it. We found them in a cave that hasn’t been used in decades. Your mother had a broken leg. We think your father helped her to the cave, and when the storm hit, they couldn’t go anywhere. He laid with her to keep her warm, but they froze to death. I’m sorry.”
“Right. Sure. Okay.” I don’t know what
