His eyes pop wide as he turns back to Rhett and shakes his head, signing,“No, I just want you to have it. It’s special. Can you take care of it for me?”The word special has Rhett’s attention. He loves special things, and having special jobs. His face turns deadly serious as he nods. Rowan hands him the present.
Rhett pulls a well loved, but still in really good condition, stuffed brown bear out of the bag. Rowan explains out loud and signs to the best of his ability, I pick up where he stumbles, “This bear was my Da’s when he was little. Then it was mine. Now I want you to watch him. He’s a special bear. He keeps you safe. You have to take him with you and take really good care of him. I don’t have time to give him the attention he deserves. Can you do it for me?”
Rhett’s eyes light up and he locks his hazel eyes on Rhett’s green ones,“Safe? Promise?”
Rowan nods as he says and signs, “Safe, Promise.”
Rhett squeezes it tightly and signs,“What’s his name?”
“Whatever you’d like it to be, everyone gets a turn to name him.”
Rhett looks him over in concentration,“His name is Safe.”Rowan smiles and nods like that settles it. I guess it does, Rhett takes Safe and snuggles back into his spot then pats the side to his left for Rowan. Tears are falling down my eyes as I watch the two of them get comfortable and prepare to watch four turtle brothers fight crime. I snuggle up on the other side of Rhett and we all get sucked into the movie. A while later I feel Rowan reach over Rhett and finger a piece of my hair. He twirls my hair through his fingers as my eyelids grow heavy and Rhett’s body relaxes fully into sleep beside me. I’m trying to pry my eyes open but sleep takes over.
I startle awake when feeling Rhett’s body being lifted from my arms. I hear a ‘shh’ and watch Rowan carefully lift him and cradle him in his arms. “What room?” I’m too tired to tell him I’ll do it so I mumble, “second door.” I’m jostled awake right when REM sleep was starting to kick back in. Peeking my eyes open Rowan lays me in bed and covers me. He kisses my forehead and whispers, “Goodnight, Pretty Girl. I’ll text you tomorrow.” He turns to walk away when a knot forms in the pit of my stomach without giving myself a chance to overthink it. I grab his hand at the last minute throwing every ounce of self preservation I have out the window while whispering, “Stay.”
Rowan nods then moves to the other side of the bed dropping his wallet and keys on the nightstand before sliding in behind me and wrapping one arm around my chest and another around my lower belly. Pressing my back into his front his cock very noticeably thickens against my lower back. He whispers, “Sleep, baby. You’re safe. We’ll talk in the morning.” Closing my eyes, my final realization before sleep takes over is that this man has already slipped behindmy defenses. I want to shut him out and throw the walls up higher than before. That, however, is a problem for tomorrow. I’m way too tired not to let the safety and comfort this man offers me lull me into a deep sleep.
I’m in that half awake, but still half dreaming state when I realize the Rowan who just groaned because I’m pushing my ass back on his hard, thick length in my dreams is actually real life Rowan that’s currently in my bed with his head buried in my neck and nibbling right behind my ear. His voice is rough and gravely with sleep, “If you don’t stop, rubbing that perfect ass on me, I’m fucking you. I’m not a saint, Clara. Especially not when I have the woman of my dreams in my arms.”
I’m not awake enough to care about the consequences of my actions. So I throw caution to the wind while pushing my ass out and up the length of him. “So much talking Mr. Byrne. But no ac-’’ I’m cut off by the shock of Rowan flipping me to my back and hovering over top of me.
“What was that now?” He looks so much younger when he smirks at me while amusement dances in his still sleepy eyes. All the stress and hard lines that make him intimidating are gone this morning. He trails his hands up my sides from my hips pulling my baggy shirt until it sits under my chin. Rowan’s eyes light up and he bites his bottom lip as he gets the first view of my breasts. They’re average, I don’t think they’re anything special, but Rowan is looking at me like he’s never seen anything more gorgeous.
Before I have a chance to become too self conscious his tongue starts a path from the top of my breasts to my nipple, moaning as his lips wrap around it. He sucks and nibbles until it’s a hard peak. His hand reaches up to the other and pinches and pulls that nipple until it matches it’s twin. My hands griphis hair while pushing up into his mouth more. His eyes flick up to mine grinning as he pops off my nipple and starts kissing down my stomach. He stops at my cesarean scar and gently kisses across it. It’s so sweet and tender it makes my chest tighten. Continuing to kiss across to my hip bone he bites and sucks.
“Fuckkkkk Rowan.”
He lets out a dark chuckle, “Oh, I plan to, baby.”
His calloused fingers run up my inner thigh. Getting to the top of my sleep shorts he hooks his fingers inside and starts slowly lowering them down my legs, kissing as he goes. He’s trailing torturous kisses and bites over my mound. So close to the top of my pussy I grab his hair to try to direct him exactly where I want him. He chuckles into my skin then places a gentle kiss at the top of my slit when we hear Rhett’s door slam from down the hall.
We both jump and Rowan fixes my clothes in record time, settling us back to how we were before we woke up. Rowan whispers in my ear right as Rhett busts through the door, “We aren’t done. Far from it actually.” He pushes his cock into my ass to drive home his point then quickly acts like he’s asleep. I’m trying my hardest not to laugh because he’s ridiculous. He has to face Rhett sooner or later, but it looks like he’s chosen later. Rhett looks from me to Rowan, unsure for a second he sets his bear on the side of my bed and signs,“Can we have waffles?”
“Yeah, baby. Let’s sneak out. Rowan’s still super sleepy.”
He nods and we dramatically sneak out the room. Rhett runs down the hall to grab ingredients and as I turn to shut my door Rowans eyes pop open and he lets out a low groan as he strokes himself. “Give me ten minutes to shower and takecare of this and I’ll be out.”
Smirking I smart, “Only ten minutes? How disappointing.”
He laughs loudly, “Keep talking that shit baby. You just wait.”
Winking at him I pull the door shut. Leaning against the now closed door I’m shocked at myself. Who the hell was that woman? Shaking away the thought and taking a deep breath the panic simmers just below the surface. How do I even approach this with Rhett? What even is this? Ugh, let’s go do what I do best yet again, and wing it.
Making waffles is Rhett’s favorite morning activity. Especially when we add chocolate chips to them. We’re mixing the batter while the waffle iron is heating up. Well, better get this over with before Rowan comes out. Getting Rhett’s attention I sign,“I think Rowan’s up.”
Rhett smiles big before looking at me with inquisitive eyes,“The movie made him sleepy?”
Nodding and reminding myself he’s four and a half not fourteen. This doesn’t have to be complicated.“It did. Do you like Rowan?”
Excitement shines in his little eyes,“Yes, He’s safe. He promised.”
My breath catches and I quickly wipe at the tears forming in my eyes. Hearing Rowan come up behind me, I act like I didn’t. That is until he subtly slides his hand down my back to grip my ass. Turning his attention to my sweet boy he smiles,“Good morning, Little Bear.”Then he mumbles behind me, “Good morning, Pretty Girl.” He sneaks a kiss to the top of my head before moving to help Rhett with breakfast. He smiles over his shoulder as he talks and signs so Rhett isn’t left out, “Go sit, the men have this handled.Right, Bear?”
Determination sets in Rhett’s features,“Right.”
They shoo me out of the kitchen so I decide to straighten up the living room from last night. After that’s done, I curl up in my favorite overstuffed chair with my favorite blanket and my favorite book. I’m in the middle of an insanely steamy shower scene when the boys come in carrying breakfast. The boys? My boys? No, not my boys, my boy and my, well I guess Rowan isn’t really MY anything. He’s just Rowan. That thought makes my heart stutter. Just as quickly as it starts it stops and dread pulls in my stomach.
Rowan gets me all set up with breakfast and ruffles Rhett’s hair,“Have a good day. Remember to bring your new bear with you, okay?”
