Laughing, I dig my nose into her neck, inhaling her scent, letting me know I’m truly home.
My hands roam her body; her silky shorts doing nothing to hide her curves. In one smooth motion, they fall to the floor. “Bend over the counter, I need to feel you,” I instruct her.
“Mmm.” She hums without hesitation, pushing the cutting board to the side she does, while spreading her legs apart.
Pulling my already hard dick out of my basketball shorts, I trail her ass, adding some pressure, and I feel her clench up. We’ve done everything but anal. That’s one thing she hasn’t been able to overcome from being in the tomb. Maybe one day, maybe never. And that’s okay.
“I’ll never hurt you.” I kiss the back of her head before wrapping my hand around her waist, moving her up a bit more on the countertop, sliding my dick I find her wet opening.
“Fuck me,” she begs as her cheek lies on the cool marble.
Growling, in one smooth motion, I sink into her as she bucks back into me. We both call out in unison as her wet heat wraps around my cock, stretching her, hitting the right spot.
I could die at this moment and go out a lucky man, as I fervently slide in and out of her.
“Yes! Yes, come in me.”
Her words and tightness are my undoing, as I come. My thrusts become slower.
My hand finds her clit, and I play with it. Her mewling lets me know she’s close, as I add more pressure to her swollen clit, using my dripping cum as lube.
“Oh, God, Luca.” She comes with my name on her lips.
I kiss her shoulder before backing away to find something to clean her up, but not before taking in her position. Legs spread, my cum sliding down her inner thigh as she stands on her tippytoes. Pure art.
We’re both quiet at dinner, the soothing music in the background filling up the emptiness that words aren’t.
Usually, the first few days I’m back from a job are decompression and filing it all away in the depths at the back of my mind. I used to, before Rowan, go radio silent, ponder, and be sad for myself. But now that she’s here, I force myself to be in the moment, even though I’m no fun to be around. And I can tell she doesn’t like it very much, but knows this is what I have to do.
“Are you okay?”
I take a bite of my mashed potatoes, swallowing them, picking the right words to say. “I will be. I just need to take a moment.”
“Did something happen?” she asks while setting her wineglass down. Rowan knows me; in this short amount of time, she’s uncovered Luca.
When she walked into my studio, I thought I had found her, but in truth, that was the moment she found me.
“Nothing that I can’t get over,” I tell her. Not wanting to go into detail. My job is something I want to keep away from her, to not soil her soul, like mine is.
The chair scrapes across the floor as she exits it, making her way to me. “Scoot back.” And I do, giving her room between me and the table before she sits on my lap.
Rowan locks eyes with me, and I can see my reflection in hers. “You don’t have to keep it to yourself anymore, Luca. I can take some of it off your shoulders. I don’t mind lending you them, baby.” Her voice is so soothing, with nothing but promise in her words.
Closing my eyes, I say, “I know. But I don’t want you to have any of the visions I keep with me, inside that beautiful head of yours.”
She laughs. “If you could see what I hold on to, you’d make yourself sick.” And I know what she’s speaking of, not needing her to go into detail. No matter how many years pass, who gets retribution, Rowan will always carry that night with her. Forever. And I’d do anything to make those memories go away from her.
I gently kiss her lips, the taste of red wine on them, as she runs her hand through my beard, smiling at me, knowing it irks me that it's out of place…
“When’s your next job?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “Not too sure, maybe in the next few weeks. We’ll see.” And we will. I have nothing on schedule, but they’ll come. One thing about this is that it’s neverconstant. I could go months without a job and then, bam, back-to-back ones. And that’s okay with me.
“Tomorrow we’re going to help move Damian into the apartment. And do end-of-month data.” I need a change of subject.
“Do you think he’ll be okay there?”
“Yeah, I do,” I answer her honestly.
