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He grabbed my ankle again, jaw flexing, throat working on a swallow. The only sound in the room was our own rapid breathing.
I tipped back a few inches farther. The back of my head hit the cabinet above me. But it let me stretch a bit more, until my foot reached his non-injured shoulder. I pressed again—a little harder this time—and he hissed.
“Okay?” I whispered.
“More than okay. You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
I smiled at that. “On your knees, then, O’Callaghan. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
Rowan dropped. Pulled me to the edge of the counter while I propped my heels, carefully, on his freckled shoulders, and twisted his hair between my fingers.
He groaned as I yanked him between my legs. His eyes slid to mine – full of vulnerability – though there was a filthy twist to his mouth. He sent a long breath across my clit, and I jumped.
His tongue darted out, tasting me, learning my body in long, skillful licks.
After that, any coherent thought was impossible.
22
ROWAN
I’d spent more nights at Jolene’s than I could count, wanting to be used by Charlie Maddox.
Nights when she’d toss me a cool smirk over her shoulder, and I’d long to drop in front of her. Curl my hands around the back of her thighs and say:Use me. For the love of god, I’m here every fucking night for a reason. Isn’t it obvious?
In my fantasies, I presented my body to her many needs—and she took it all, and then some.
I gave it all. And then some.
But those fantasies were flimsy compared to my reality: on my knees in front of Charlie, with her boots cutting into my skin and the wet heat of her cunt under my tongue. Her naked body was all smooth skin, curved muscle, and colorful tattoos. Her strong rider’s thighs were splayed open for my enjoyment, the muscles flexing and jumping everywhere that I touched.
I was so hard, so fuckingon edge, a light breeze was gonna send me off. But coming right now existed on the furthest edges of my mind. The only thing that mattered in my world was getting this woman off with my mouth.
Above me, her head was thrown back, lips parted. I circled her clit, around and around, and watched her pierced nipples harden. A deep flush spread across her chest. Her fingers pulled on my hair, and I groaned, licking her relentlessly in response.
“Oh mygod,Rowan,” she panted. “You’re good, so good,too good.”
I pressed my thumb to her clit and kept circling. “And you’re too goddamn beautiful, Charlie. After last call, I used to hang around and hope you’d shove me to the ground and ride my face, just like you’re doing now.”
She gazed down at me—full lips parted, cheeks flushed. “That’s…that’s what you wanted?”
“I wanted to make you come until you couldn’t see straight. You could leave me here on my knees after you ride my tongue tonight, and I’d be the happiest man alive.”
Charlie grabbed my hand and sucked two of my fingers between her lips, hollowing her cheeks. My brain went dark, blinking out, all thought replaced with sheer lust. When she released me, she said, “Not your tongue. Your fingers.”
I shifted up, bringing my hand between her legs, gently working my fingers through her folds. I pushed inside—tentative, testing—but I slid easily, sheathed inside internal walls already fluttering.
“You are so fucking wet, I’m gonnalose it,” I hissed.
I didn’t show her a bit of mercy. Just went to work. Happily. I moved my fingers in a steady rhythm while lapping at her clit, faster and faster. Her thighs shook. She moaned my name, over and over, and the sound was so husky and desperate it burned itself into my filthiest memories.
Her hips rocked the closer she got. I could feel it in the way she kept clenching around my stroking fingers. Could feel it in her hands, grabbing at my face. Her choked, breathless sighs. I reached up and lightly circled her nipple piercing, tugging on the metal.
Charlie screamed my name and fell apart against my mouth.
And it was the most beautiful, the most erotic, the mosthonestthing I’d ever seen.
I rested my cheek against her thigh, my chest heaving, and stared up at her in pure astonishment. “I need to do that again for you. Right away, if possible.”
