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We were on the ride back. We had ridden up into the mountains, stopped at an overlook with decent bathroom facilities, and are heading back. When we stopped at the overlook, I had to think of every unsexy thing I could. A man with a cock my size could not hide his erection; my dick was six inches soft, so I already packed a bulge regularly, which I noticed Sophia seemed to appreciate since I caught her eyes there more than once today.

Sophia had taken the break at the overlook to talk with her dad and Lettie leaving no time for me to work on her forgiveness. I took heart that she had her arms wrapped around my midsection and was not leaning on the backrest, which I didn’t think before I put it back on for her. I wanted her only option to be holding onto me.

I spent the next hour enjoying the wind in my face, Sophia’s arms around me, and the scenic beauty of the Pennsylvania mountains. When we got closer to home, I made a turn down a side road. I had already let the others know so they wouldn’t think something was wrong. I was taking Sophia to see the house I picked, and if she loved it, I would put an offer in immediately.

The house sat on five acres with a half-mile paved road to the front of the house. I pulled up in front of the white two-story rustic farmhouse, shutting off the bike. Sophia didn’t say anything as we got off the bike. This house was her dream house, the one she described to me many times. A beautiful long porch, French doors to enter through with triple windows on each side with an attached garage. There were three bedrooms, a dormer room in the attic—a fenced backyard. The property even had a pond.

“What is this, Rowen?” Sophia asked, eyes still on the house.

“This is your house if you like it, Sophia. It needs some work, but I’m up for it.”

“I’m not going to lie and say I don’t love it because you and I both know I do. But, I can’t let you buy this, Rowen.”

“Why the hell not?” I asked; after seeing how much she loved it; I was buying it.

“Because it’s too much, and we’re not together Rowen,” she replied, her eyes watering with tears.

I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight. “Sophia, no strings are attached to me buying this house for you and Rowena. Fuck, I owe for not being there for the two most important people in my life these last few years. This is as much for Rowena as it is for you. I want my daughter to have this, and if you decide you don’t want my sorry ass in it, then so be it, but you will live here.”

“How can you afford this?” her muffled voice sounded from my chest.

“Sophia, I have barely spent any of the money I’ve made over the years since I’ve been with the club. I can more than afford this house for you and the renovations. So, no more fighting it. I am buying it cash and putting your name on the deed. Now, let’s look inside. The Realtor left a key,” I said, letting go of her and pushing her toward the house.

Sophia swiped her hands under her eyes, wiping her tears away. “You do not play fair, Rowen O’Rourke,” she grumbled, walking up the steps to the door.

No, Sophia, I do not, I thought as I followed her.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

THE HOUSE WASbeautiful and had the bones to be the houseI had always dreamed of having. It’s been four days since Rowen showed me the house, he purchased it cash which stunned me that he could do that, so I allowed myself to enjoy owning the home when I thought of how I had scraped by the last few years; Rowen was living comfortably while I struggled so in my mind what he said is true, Rowen owed me.

I haven’t been back to the house since I have Roe and have to work. Rowen comes and gets Rowena every morning for a few hours, then leaves to go to the house so he can access what needs to be done, and then goes to work at the nightclub. Rowen is taking every opportunity to be close to me and whisper things in my ear, romantic and naughty, and follows me to and from work on his bike. Rowen hasn’t pushed for sex, but I know that will change this weekend with Roe being gone and us being together at the house working.

My thighs clench at the thought of what Rowen will do to me if I allow it; when Rowen goes full throttle, the bed gets so hot it burns.

Those are my thoughts as I drive home from work with Rowen right behind on his bike, and judging by the lustful looks he was giving me tonight, I only have a few minutes to decide if I will allow Rowen into my bed. Why does he have to be so mouth-watering sexy? I figured letting him in my bed last week would cure me of the itch I had for him, but it has only made me want more.

I parked, Rowen, pulling beside me, not bothering to take his bike to the garage like he usually would. I stepped out of my car into the night air, goosebumps going up my skin, not from the night chill but Rowen’s intense gaze. He shut my car door, took my hand, and led me inside.

And I let him.

We bypassed my room until we came to his. He unlocked the door and ushered me inside, locking the door behind him. “We can be as loud as we want in here since there isn’t anyone on either side of me,” he said, taking off his cut and laying it on his dresser. Then continued to strip his eyes on me. “Get naked, Sophia; we’re going to make a lot of noise tonight,” he commanded, and I did as he asked, making quick work of my clothes.

I looked over Rowen’s naked body, his cock hard and heavy, and I knew what I wanted. I dropped to my knees in front of his cock, taking him in my mouth, smiling at his grunt of surprise. I loved oral sex, giving, and receiving. Rowen’s cock was a challenge, but thankfully, he had already trained me on how to please him. It required lots of spit, tongue, hands, and eye contact. I spit on his dick, rubbing it up and down the shaft, keeping my eyes connected with his hooded gaze, his hand going into my hair. “Suck me good and hard, Sophia; use that sweet mouth on my cock like I taught you,” Rowen rasped, his hand fisting my hair.

And that’s what I did. Using my tongue to stimulate the head of his cock, keep his shaft lubricated with my spit, my hands fisting half his thick length, pumping in tune with the other half of his cock that was in my mouth. I controlled my breathing so I could take the tip down my throat, causing Rowen to curse, “Fuck, Sophia, this feels so fucking good.” He fisted my hair tighter, pushing his cock in further, choking me. Still, I loved it and wanted more, so I breathed through my nose and let him fuck my mouth as he watched the tears roll down my face, but he knew it was from pleasure and not pain, so he continued pumping his massive cock in and out of my mouth, never breaking eye contact.

“Get ready, Sophia, I’m about to shoot my cum down your pretty throat, and you will take it all,” Rowen gave a long moan followed by a grunt, and then I felt his cum shoot out, too much for my mouth to hold, some slipping past my lips as he pulled out. He took his fingers, shoving his cum back into my mouth. “Shit, I missed you,” he said, picking me up and throwing me on the bed, crawling between my legs to return the favor.

Saying to myself,“I missed you Rowen, so much.”

I SLOWLY CAMEawake and smiled. Sophia was sound asleep, still on top of me, where she fell after riding me like her favorite carnival ride. Sophia was definitely not shy when it came to her sexuality in the bedroom. Sophia took what she wanted and wasn’t bashful about letting me know what turned her on. But I would have to get my wildcat some mittens if she didn’t trim those nails.

I caressed her back as I watched her sleep. I knew when she woke up, Sophia would put distance between us again. But, I was making progress with her. The house was a big win for me. I had paid cash and got a great deal on the place. But, the kitchen and bathrooms needed renovating, along with a new roof. But, I had connections and could get it done relatively quickly and inexpensively. Sophia and I would be at the house this weekend, her to paint and me to start tearing out the kitchen.

And this would give me more alone time with Sophia. Don’t get me wrong, the sex is unbelievable, but I want all of Sophia, I want every part of her back, and that will only come from gaining her forgiveness.

I felt her start to stir, rubbing her face against my chest like a cat before looking up at me. “What time is it?” she said, her voice still laced with sleep.

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