Page 102 of The Rowdy Ones
I can hear their voices as they talk about Evan and the day’s events. How they’ll miss Wild when he goes back to college. They even discuss how I’m thriving here. Eventually, the sounds get softer. Just when I think they’re asleep, I hear moaning. My body trembles as a thrill shoots down my spine.
It’s kind of weird to think about them having sex, but the sounds are so primal and raw and passionate. It makes me want to create those sounds with Rowdy.
Will we always have to be quiet?
How long must we keep our secret? Forever?
I’m frustrated that we can’t be open about our relationship. I want to tell everyone that Rowdy is mine and I’m his. That we plan to sleep in the same bed every night, kiss in public, and behave like every other normal couple out there.
Except, we’re not normal.
And just because we want something, doesn’t mean we’ll get it.
I hear the soft sounds of a window opening. Scout’s tail starts thumping the floor. He does that when Rowdy creeps up on me, always signaling his approach. Jerking my head toward the window, where cool air is now rushing in, I hold my finger to my lips.
“They’re still awake,” I whisper.
He says nothing and closes the window behind him. I hear him pulling off his shoes and then he pads over to me. His rough fingertips find my jaw and he leans in so his breath tickles over my face.
“I couldn’t wait any longer. I missed you.”
I smile as he crashes his lips to mine. It’s not like they’ll notice anyway since they’re busy with each other. If we’re quiet, we should be fine.
We don’t speak, since it’s not safe to, and choose to quietly rip at each other’s clothes while kissing. Soon, Rowdy’s strong, hot body covers mine. He’s greedy as he touches me everywhere. I’m drunk on the feel of him and his smoky pine smell.
Our time could be limited and we both know that. He doesn’t waste a second. The sound of him spitting into his hand sends a shiver of want through me. He works his cock with his hand, the sounds of his wet hand jerking it unique, and then uses his fingers to lubricate my pussy. I’m anxious and desperate to have him inside me. Sure, I love when he licks me between my thighs, but sometimes you just want the connection.
As Rowdy eases his cock into me, my body willingly accepts him. He’s thick and I don’t think I’ll ever stop being sore from the intrusion, but I love the feel of him filling every available inch inside me. When we’re connected like this, I feel like we’re one being.
His hand finds my throat as his mouth descends on mine. He massages my hickey with his thumb as if to say, “I did that.” I like that he wants to claim me. The way he owns my whole body each time we’re together is beautifully maddening.
Rowdy makes me forget the past and think of a future.
He loves my body more than I ever could.
I hope that he can feel how much I adore every single part about him. He’s perfect to me, even when he’s far from perfect.
“I love you, sweet Dez,” he whispers against my lips before he kisses along my jawbone. “So fucking much.”
I shiver as his mouth latches onto my earlobe. “I love you too.”
He nips at my ear and growls, the hot tickle of it sending me straight to the precipice of bliss. “It’s more than I can explain. It’s a need I’ll never fully have filled. A hunger that’s never satiated. I ache for you, Destiny. It fucking hurts.”
I stroke my fingers through his hair, doing my best to comfort him as he sorts through his complicated emotions. Nothing about us is simple or usual. It’s too big. Catastrophic and claiming. A massive, obliterating Alaskan winter storm for the almanacs. Except, instead of ice and deathly cold, we’re a blazing inferno. The end result is the same.
Destruction for anything in our way.
Rowdy sucks on the side of my neck as he attempts to hold off his orgasm until I come first. For once, it’ll be nice for him to lose control, taking this one thing just for himself. I squeeze my pussy in an effort to urge him along. Then, with a barely suppressed snarl, his cock swells and starts throbbing cum into me.
I hold his sweaty body to me, squeezing him tight to let him know this is exactly what I need. He slows his thrusting and turns boneless, crushing me to the mattress. I can’t breathe and I love it.
We stay locked in love, his cock buried inside me for a few minutes. But then the sound of pipes squeaking has Rowdy lifting up.
“Someone’s showering,” he whispers. “I should go in case they come check on you after.”
I know he’s right, but I hate it.
Will we always have to sneak around?
