Page 21 of Somebody's Watching Me
“Hell, yeah I will.”
These weekly late-night talks didn’t always shoot straight into the main show. Sometimes they spent long hours talking until almost dawn. They covered the most mundane things and even the more serious topicsincluding their previous sexual partners, with his being legion and hers being two. The first one for her had been the cop who beat him in asking her out during those first days of meeting.
The only good thing that came from that relationship was that she learned what it meant to be loved by a man. David had treated her right, and while that was all fine and dandy, Rowan planned on showing her what it meant to be someone’s entire world.
If she ever stopped running.
“Are you thinking about what it’s going to be like when I’m inside you?” he asked, and then groaned as she drove a third finger in. “Oh fuck, yeah you are.”
“If I plan to take on something that size, I need to practice.” She returned her phone to the table so she could grab another vibrator. “Are you watching?”
The condo could be on fire, and he would still be watching the slick in and out motion of her fingers. “I am.”
“Come for me.”
She was breathless, the hitch in her voice telling him she was close. He was ready to jump off that cliff too, his hips jutting forth.
“You first.”
“Not tonight,” she begged, giving up on her fingers to grip the vibrator with two hands. She rode the thing in a frenzy, causing him to shift forward to get a better look. One day, it was going to be his face she rode like that, suffocating him as he died the happiest of deaths. “Please, Rowan.”
Ah, but his girl knew how to manipulate. A trait she must have developed from living around the Fairweathers for so long. She never called him Rowan. Face to face, or around other people, it was always Row. Only when it was just the two of them, and she grinded out her orgasm with him listening, was it Rowan.
“Let me see,” she begged, whispering so no one else in the house would hear. “Let me in, Rowan.”
God, if it were only that easy. Didn’t she understand she was the one who needed to drop the act and lethimin? All she had to do was accept that he was the inevitable endgame, and she could have anything she wanted.
His body.
His soul.
It all belonged to her.
“When I finally get a hold of you, Annabeth Howard, I’m going to fuck the idea of a life without me right out of your stubborn head.”
With an open mouth smirk, she grabbed the phone again and held it between her legs, letting him get an up close and personal view.
“Holy fucking hell.”
The orgasm hit him so hard it had his shoulders curling off the chair. Shouting, he strained to hold on to the pleasure shooting from his spine and straight to his cock. He painted his abs while she watched intently, growling at the small pants coming from her lips as she moaned for him to show her more. Give her more.
And somehow, he did.
Merely knowing her eyes were on him as he came had the intensity of his climax pitching it higher and higher. It lasted longer than anything he’d ever experienced, rolling over him like a Mack truck.
On his final moan, Annabeth tumbled over the edge with him, riding the vibrator as if it were his cock. She brought the phone up so he could see every ripple of ecstasy cross her face.
It was magnificent.
She was magnificent.
Panting, they came down together, chests heaving, smiling eyes watching each other.
He was still shaking when she spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to be in town this weekend?”
Since their friendship turned into what had just happened, they had only been in each other’s physical presence twice. Annabeth had been awkward both times, keeping a safe distance. Rowan hadn’t pushed, not one to avoid the signals being thrown his way. They had forever. Why force it? If his woman wasn’t comfortable yet, they would ease into it.
“I bought a condo, and needed to sign paperwork,” he said, cleaning himself.
