“Rowan…I need you to come home.”
“Reaper…”
“Stop calling me that,” I growled, my cock hardening in my jeans when she gasped in surprise.
“Wyatt…”
“Please, I need you back in my bed.”
“You kicked me out,” she said, her voice breaking for a moment. “You didn’t trust me even when I told you the truth.”
I nodded. “I thought you lied. You were too good to be fucking true, Rowan.”
Her teary eyes told me she was still reeling from it all.
“Please come home with me. We’ll work it out. I’ll figure out how to protect you from the shit I’m involved in. I just can’t sleep without you anymore, and I know how fucked that is. I laugh at myself for it, but I honestly want you in my bed every fucking day.”
“How’s Cammie?” she asked, her anger sliding back into place on her face.
“I didn’t fuck Cammie.”
“Sure, you didn’t.”
I pulled her closer, my arm snaking around her waist. God, I loved how she fit perfectly against me. “You are who I want. Not Cammie, not anyone else. You. Only you.”
“Whatever, I’m a nobody. Just another pussy to fuck, but I’m done with that.”
God, I was feral for her, and seeing her in someone else’s blood had my cock throbbing. Seeing how brutal she could be had me needing to sink into her.
“Never talk about yourself that way,” I growled at her, pushing her around so she had her hands splayed on the medical bed in front of her. I kicked her ankles out, my hand running down her abdomen, and into her shorts. Rowan didn’t move away, didn’t budge, but I could feel the stiffness of her body underneath my hands. With one hand, I held her, half bent over the bed and the other moved down her pants and to her slick folds. “If anyone spoke about you like that, I’d kill them, so what makes you think I’ll let you talk about yourself that way?”
My mouth was next to her ear, breathing in her soft feminine shampoo scent. She moaned, her hips bucking as my finger slid over her wetness. My cock was aching for her, but this wasn’t about me. It was about showing her how perfect we were for each other.
The glue to each other’s broken pieces.
My salvation.
“That’s it, baby, fuck my hand.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Her pussy ground against my fingertips, and I slowly sunk my fingers down her slit to her entrance and pushed in. Rowan cried out, her hips bucking, my fingers smashing into her hard, and deep. The way her pussy pulled my fingers in deeper had me needing to hold onto the side of the bed so I didn’t fuck her against it.
I was mindless for my girl.
The only thing I could think of was sinking into her, devouring her whole, and ruining her for the world. Nothing was ever going to touch her again, no body, and no thing would make her ever feel like she was unwanted.
She was so goddamn wanted it hurt my chest to think about it.
I felt her pussy flutter, and her moans turned carnal. A few more thrusts and she was coming apart for me, my fingers coated in her. Just like they should always be.
“Wyatt…”
“Enough with this shit. I need you, Rowan, come home and be with me. Ride me for days, make me fucking grovel. I don’t care. I just need you to come home…please.”
She stiffened at the end. I understood why. I wasn’t a man who ever said please, but for her, I’d fucking use my manners because she was mine.
My goddess.
My ol’ lady.
