I must have fallen asleep for a second when the car came to a stop in the driveway, and I still felt drowsy. Rounding the car, Bowen held the door open for a second before he started collecting my things: clutch, Fenti, my platform heels, and my discarded fishnets and sweater.
I didn’t move an inch, I watched Bowen take over the way I wanted him to this whole time.
He always saw himself as weak when we were younger. He always had the kind of strength though that I admired, it wasn’t easily seen or heard, it only appeared when you truly needed it to.
I wondered how he saw himself now.
Bowen’s arms laced under me and hoisted me up against his body while he carried me like a true princess to the front door.
The devil himself was showing a softer side, and I let my arms wrap around his neck.
I thought I only thought it when I scared myself with my own voice, “Why can’t you always be this guy?”
Thankfully Bowen didn’t answer when he kicked the door open and continued to carry me. I expected him to drop me in my bed and leave me to my own devices when I tried to discern which door was which from over his shoulder.
Dropping me right onto his black blankets, I felt my ability to breath stolen from me.
Shaking off his long jacket that swept his combat boots, I watched him intensely. “You can hate them, but you can’t create problems for me. We’re bound, horsemen for life and there’s no way out.”
How could I respond when all I was thinking was how I’d be bonded to him soon in the same way?
I watched him unbutton his shirt, each one revealing a new patch of skin for me to blush over, until the shirt was discarded altogether.
Swallowing against my dry throat, I waited for his jeans to get pushed down but he stopped undressing there and turned to face me. “I was only magnifying things, nothing that wasn’t true already.”
Sitting up, I undid my harness like a bra and let it fall to the bed before crossing my arms, holding the hemline of my shirt to pull it over my head. I wasn’t wearing panties or a bra, so I dropped the shirt in my lap letting Bowen look at me the way I knew he wanted to.
He just wouldn’t admit it.
All his angry features smoothed out and his mouth fell open before he forced words out. “They don’t like truth rubbed in their faces, Evey.”
Bowen didn’t pull his eyes off instantly, and I finally felt hopeful for the aching to go away when he sat on the end of the bed with his back towards me.
I sat there with my legs twisted up like a pretzel, studying his back. He grew into the dark freckles that outlined the Little Dipper. Now it did look little compared to his broad shoulders and toned muscles.
Crawling my way to him on my knees, I let my mouth leave long kisses along his shoulders. His hand reached around his back and he grabbed my thigh like it was a warning to stay still.
Quietly and carefully, I continued to lay down kisses on his skin when I felt him tense. “It’s okay, Bowey.” I didn’t know what was okay exactly; I just knew I needed to go slower than last time.
Lightly kissing down to his biceps, I noticed his hand was tucked away below his underwear band and his face was twisted in pain.
My chest got tight, the wetness between my legs was unbearable, and I felt like I was violating him in a way by watching, but it somehow felt right.
Pressing my chest against his back, I laid more kisses up to the sensitive spots on his neck, making sure my eyes stayed glued to his hand working down himself, still hidden behind the fabric of Versace. I had a bird’s eye view, and he wasn’t pushing me away.
Sneaking my hand down into his lap, I let it lightly rest on top of his fist, leaning more into him and making sure not to block any of my own view. I wanted to moan right alongside him, but I didn’t want to miss any noises that could escape from his open lips.
As much as he was coming undone I could feel myself unwinding too, only I wasn’t even touching myself. Rounding him, I kneeled by his side giving my arm more slack when my spare hand made its way to the inside of my thigh, teasing myself and making my heart pick up the pace beneath my ribs.
The tips of my fingers circled the bundle of nerves that screamed for him to touch, but my own hand would have to do. I felt my body cave into itself at the relief when his fist only got more hasty inside his undone pants.
His black boxer briefs were teasing me more than his stiff, silent body was.
Cupping my hand over his as it moved along his length, I let a small moan slip out at the exact moment my two fingers slipped beyond my entrance. Sinking into my knees, I let my forehead rest against his shoulder while I tried to regain composure the way he was wrecked and yet still beautifully stoic.
Being brave, I let my lips press to his cheek when that’s all it took for Bowen to finally let himself go. Murmured groans and whimpers barely made it past his clenched jaw when his body tensed against mine while he came right next
