“Yes. If you still want me, I’ll move in. I don’t want to put a date on it yet, but before the next season starts. That’s Toby as well. We’re kind of a package deal.” I needed to spell that out for my own sake.
Rowan breathed a couple of times, watching me. “I kind of know that. I think the house will suit him. The garden’s huge, a couple of other players live nearby and they have kids the same sort of age…”
“You’re good with Toby. I need to stop checking.”
“You do.” He turned to face me, one knee bent and resting on the mattress, making his towel split precariously. He brought his hand up to my chin, tipping it up. “My mam used to teach me and my brother than when you loved someone, it didn’t come with ifs and buts. You loved them for who they were, and you accepted that honestly. She also taught us to value ourselves, and to know when to walk away. I’m not going to say I love you unconditionally, because that would be a lie, but I don’t have terms and conditions and neither should you with me. I love how we got together, Dee. I can’t wait to see what happens with us because you make me laugh, your sunshine eclipses my grump every single day, and you make me feel more than just a footballer with a decent set of skills. This with your sister isn’t even going to be a blip on the bigger story of us, it’s just something that’s happened and you know what, it’ll all be alright in the end.”
I didn’t wait for him to kiss me. I reached up and brought his head down to mine, taking his mouth and trying to show him that I understood, that I wanted the same. I heard something that resembled a growl and found myself on my back, Rowan over me, his towel lost somewhere.
At some point in our relationship, I would be the one in control in bed. Or wherever we happened to be getting freaky.
I said the words out loud, because his chuckle was dirty. Dirty and disbelieving. “Do you really think that? That I’ll let you take charge?”
“Even if I have to tie to you to the bed, it’ll happen.” I was losing my clothes faster than a stripper at a stag do.
He laughed again, only stopping when he decided my nipple was more interesting, and by that time I didn’t care about the argument anyway, just more of what he was doing.
My hands roamed over his biceps and shoulders, tracing the hard ridges, and knowing what strength he had, basking in knowing that all of him was focused on me right now.
His mouth travelled over both my breasts, up to my collar bone and my neck, dropping nips and soft bites there, then possessing my mouth again. I let him take because he gave far more than he ever asked for.
Bracing himself on one hand and his knees, he ran his free hand over my body, grazing my nipple and down to my centre, pressing my clit with his finger, before playing near the entrance of my pussy. My vision began to cloud, all sense of time and place erased with the magic he was now doing with his fingers and mouth, his lips back on my nipple, causing electricity to dart over my skin.
I said something, but I had no idea what, because I was coming hard on his hand, my whole body clenching with the force of the orgasm. Rowan gave me no time to recover, filling me straight away with his cock, shifting one of my legs up so he could go deeper.
I didn’t complain. The man knew what he was doing, and he did it well, angling his hips to catch that sweet spot inside me that I didn’t know I had until Rowan.
“This is only for me.” He uttered the words in time with his movements. “Just us. Tell me that you’re mine.”
He had stopped moving.
I’d been about to come again, which the sod knew.
“Tell me that you’re mine, and I’ll let you come.”
I wrapped my other leg around his waist and clenched his cock with my pussy. “I can just get myself off like this, Ro.” I made my words purr. In truth, I was about to die of frustration, but I wasn’t going to let him know that. “And I know this gets you off too.” I’d actually made him come like this once when I’d been on top and my thighs were about to give way. “Just think how upset you’d be if I didn’t come now.”
“Just tell me you’re mine and I’ll get you off better than anyone else can. Including yourself.”
Ever the competitors.
“I’m yours, Rowan Reeves. Now finish the job.”
Epilogue
ROWAN
“I still thinkthe sofa would fit in our bedroom.”
“Why? What good would that sofa do in that bedroom? I swear to fuck it’s what knackered my shoulder before the Liverpool game.” I eyeballed my fiancée, pretty sure she was suggesting this on purpose to wind me up, something she was incredibly talented at.
She couldn’t keep the smile off her face, proving me right.
“The sofa is having a lovely funeral at the tip. If you want a sofa for in here – because fuck knows, the room is big enough – then pick one that I can at least stretch out on.” She was right, a sofa or something to sit on would look pretty good.
I’d lived in this house for five and a half months now, and during that time, more and more of Dee’s stuff had ended up over here, as had Toby’s.
He was officially Dee’s responsibility now. The courts had approved her special guardianship order to be made permanent and Joanne had lost her parental responsibility after she’d tried to blackmail Dee. We still didn’t know what the outcome of that would be with the police, as Joanne was awaiting trial and out on bail, but no one wanted her to have a custodial sentence, mainly because no one wanted Toby to have a mother that was in prison.
