“He hasn’t spoken to you?”
“Is that why you’re here?” I asked her. She had never been here without him before, not that she wouldn’t be welcome, but without Trey, my cock was leading the way, forcing me to keep a distance or take her against the damn wall, like I’d wanted to do since the first moment I saw her in my clubhouse.
Before I was introduced to her by Trey.
“No, I…I needed a job and Cherry said I could…if it’s not okay, I can go.”
She made a move to leave. My arm shot out and blocked her path. Slowly, she looked up at me, and I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, those eyes would be my fucking undoing.
“Cherry was right. She controls the payroll. Of course, you can have a job, Rowan.”
“Oh…thank you.”
“Are you in trouble?”
She shook her head, a little too quickly for it to be true, and her eyes shot to the door, almost like she was hoping it would open, and she could escape.
“Cherry said I could stay in the room across the hall. I can get a place to stay close by, I don’t need to…or maybe downstairs? I know there’s rooms down there.”
“Rowan, stop,” I said, a little louder than was necessary. She stiffened, and I immediately felt like a dick. “Of course you can stay here. You don’t need permission. You’re my son’s girl. I’m glad she gave you that room. I’d hate to have to kill one of my men for touching what wasn’t theirs.”
She bristled, her eyes widening for a moment, and a slight gasp leaving her beautiful lips. God, one move and I could have her in my arms, against the wall, my lips on hers as I swallowed her moans.
I moved out of the way of the bathroom door, and led her toward the bedroom. “This is Trey’s room when he stays here, but he hasn’t stayed for a while. Anything you need, Rowan, you tell me, yeah?”
She nodded, her teeth coming out to graze over her bottom lip. God, I wanted to take those lips with my own.
Out of bounds, old man.
“Thank you…Wyatt.”
She closed the door, and I held onto the doorframe to stop myself from pushing into the room and taking her. She wastemptation personified, and she was sleeping just a few feet away from me.
I needed to find my son before I did something stupid like claim his girl as my own.
Pushing back into the bathroom, I locked the door and jumped under a cold shower, to stop my aching cock from pulsing for her. It did nothing. Having her so close, so soft and pliable, so…responsive to me, yeah that was trouble, and my cock hadn’t a clue as to how dangerous it was to want her.
Gripping him, I pumped my hand up and down, closing my eyes and bracing myself against the cool tile while I jerked off to the image of Rowan on her knees for me, those plump, pink lips wrapped around my cock, taking me deep. Those goddamn eyes looking up at me, just like the good girl I knew she would be.
Fuck!
Rowan
I couldn’t sleep.
Not since the bathroom.
It had been over an hour, and I’d heard him head back to his bedroom after his shower, but I couldn’t stop replaying everything in my head.
The way he almost growled when he asked me who had hurt me, the way he had lifted my chin to look into my eyes. The proximity. Just everything…
Wyatt was dangerous.
I wanted him in a way I shouldn’t, and yet in that moment, I almost leaned in and kissed him. The idea of having him run those rough hands up and down my body, imagining what itwould feel like to have him throw me against the wall and devour me whole.
Fuck…
I needed to make myself come.
