I unravel underneath him, bucking and shaking as my orgasm overrides all my senses. I feel him give one final push before he folds over my body, shaking alongside me. I can’t help but convulse as he stays inside, pumping out the last of his cum. When he does get out,the suction of his exit allows me the freedom to crumple. Kissing my neck, he gives my ass one more spank before stepping back.
In forty-five minutes, he reminded me why I haven’t ended things yet. On shaky legs, I pull everything back on in time for Rowan to knock on the door. Once allowed in, her smirk from earlier is even bigger.
“Text me your flight details,” I say while walking past her.
I don’t look back at Charlie, scared of what might happen if I do. After being dick downed like that, I might agree to marry the man. So, I focus on wobbling out, and the part of me that knows better than to have hope.
Chapter 3
OnourwaytoRowan’s parents’ house, my boots squish through the brown slush that the white snow has been reduced to. Barely any left to cling to the ground, I’m a little disappointed that I won’t see the winter wonderland I came to Boston for. However, the streets still seem festive, as house after house features blinking Christmas lights.
“Are you sure your parents won’t mind me staying with them?” Shuffling my bag up on my shoulder, I’m less thankful that Farrah over-packed for me than I was when she picked out the outfits.
“Yeah, all the kids are moved out but Declan and Quinn. They will love the company,” Rowan says.
“Okay,” I say as we reach their home.
Smaller than I thought it would be, I try to imagine eight people living here. Before I get a chance to, the door flies open and the frame crowds with their faces.
“Rowan!” They collectively scream, before piling out into the front yard.
She drops her bag and runs into the crowd, trying to hug everyone at the same time. Their attention being on her allows me the chance to look them over. Varying in sizes and shapes, they all seem to sharethose striking cheekbones that Rowan has. While they hover close together, one towers above the rest. I can see his ginger hair and thick matching beard over the heads of his family.
Our eyes lock and, even from across the yard, I notice a glimmer in his as they widen. It causes my breath to catch, and I can’t look away until I feel something slam into me, knocking me back.
“Welcome,” a woman says, hugging me tightly.
She lets me go, and I swear I’m staring at Rowan with twenty years and a few gray streaks. The Cheshire smile, that all at once looks delighted and like she is up to no good, seems matched on all the kids’ faces.
“Well, come in out of the cold,” she says, leading me through everyone.
They all come in after us, and despite the decent size of the living room, it seems too small.
It could be because it’s filled with so much personality. Pictures hang on almost every wall documenting their lives together. The furniture is wooden and worn like it’s been put to good use, and even from here, I can see a table that only a big family would have. The space is cluttered with years of memories built up in items, showing this is clearly somewhere packed with love.
I look back at them, and one by one, they introduce themselves while I try to keep up. Quinn is the youngest with long hair that matches the beast of a man I saw outside. Declan is kind of broody with downcast eyes. Conor and Finn are blonde, bulky, and grinning. And then there is Callahan, the giant who won’t keep his eyes off me. Apparently, their dad is still on shift, leaving me with just their mom, Mary, and the rest of them.
Everyone starts yelling, trying to talk over each other to ask Rowan and me some questions. Somehow, Rowan keeps up answering oneright after the other, not at all fazed by the chaos. I try to fit in a joke or two, making myself familiar with the family. They land, and I even get a quick wink from Rowan in approval. It’s a lot, but it’s nice.
“Let the poor girl put her bag down, for heaven’s sake,” Mary says, leading me towards a room. “Take your time, and come out when you’re ready.”
I nod and escape to take a moment to catch my breath. I can’t tell if it’s labored from the cold or the whirlwind of meeting so many people at once. I didn’t think Rowan was telling the truth when she said she had hot brothers, but a certain person’s eyes don’t leave my mind even as I change into something more comfortable.
When I open the door, ready to join everyone, I see him on the other side.
“Sorry, Ma wanted to know if you needed anything.” Those damn hazel eyes meet mine again, and even though Callahan isn’t smiling, they seem to be. His voice, thick with the Boston accent, sounds brusque and deep like a drum.
There is space between us, but I can still feel his body heat radiating off of him. Cuddling next to him in this cold weather would be perfect.
“I’m good. I just have to use the bathroom, and then I’ll be out shortly.”
“It’s to the right.” He points, his upper arm bigger than my thick calves.
My whole legs shake a little at the sight of his entire upper half, sculpted and outlined by his tight shirt. Through it I see a little bit of a belly that shows he is well-fed and stocky.
“Thanks,” I say, pushing past him. Even without looking back, I know he is looking at my ass. If given the chance, I would probably be looking at his, too.
Not used to reacting to white boys like this, I have to wonder what makes him so special. It could be the gigantic size of him that makes me think he can hold me up while pounding into me from various angles. Or it could be the clear gentleness he radiates. Either way, this friendly behemoth is off limits, no matter what Rowan suggested.
