The thought warms me, and I’m turning around to shoot him adoring eyes. Rowan is caught off guard by the action. His hand is still around me, covering my ass now, I’m sure, but his eyes are flicking between Ray and me before finally settling on me with the same gentleness I’m sure he sees in mine.
And it’s like yesterday all over again. Nothing else exists besides the two of us—Rowan and Milo. The only two words that played on repeat all night, and I’m sure will today as well—
“Sorry to break up this moment—actually, you know what? I’m not. Don’t forget I’m still here.”
Our little bubble shatters, and I turn around to face Ray again, while Rowan adjusts his hands so he’s properly covering my dick again. It doesn’t change the fact that we’re still two naked bodies…and Ray.
Ray throws his hands up. “For fuck’s sake. It’s not like this is the first time I’m seeing him naked. And you”—he turns his narrowed gaze to me—“stop acting like a petulant child. I don’t want your man.”
I let out a disgruntled huff and cross my arms, not caring in the slightest that I’m like a kid with his favorite toy that he doesn’t want to share. I don’t move out of the way as Rowan’s shield.
Ray rolls his eyes. “Just get dressed and come downstairs,” he says with a snort, then leaves and closes the door behind him, thank fuck.
I turn to Rowan with a glare that startles him. “Why’d you get up and expose yourself like that?” I demand.
Rowan fumbles with his words, then settles with, “I had to see what all the commotion was about. And I wasn’t going to let him seeyounaked.”
“Well, I don’t want him seeingyounaked!” I argue back.
We stare at each other in silence for a second, then burst into laughter.
Rowan’s hands find their way to my waist, and I suddenly can’t remember why I’m laughing.
It’s the heat of his hands that plagues my mind. I’m not sure who makes the first move, but suddenly my legs are wrapped around Rowan’s waist as we’re kissing. He’s holding me up with his hands, our naked bodies pressed together, and our hardening cocks meet to say hello.
“I’M STILL HERE!”
The shout from downstairs has us jolting apart. We glance at each other and share a smile.
“You think he’ll leave if we keep ignoring him?” Rowan mutters.
I give him a look, and that’s all the answer he needs. We both know Ray is not one to give up until he gets what he’s after.
Rowan sighs and carefully sets me on my feet. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead that almost has my system crashing.
Maybe it’s been so long since I’ve been with someone, and that’s why I’m feeling like a schoolboy with his first crush. Rowan and I had sex, and the chemistry between us is undeniable, but that’s all there is to it.
Just two people who are attracted to each other…right?
It doesn’t explain my possessiveness over him, or the way my heart flutters when I catch a whiff of leather that reminds me of him, but hey, I never claimed to know all the answers.
“Fuck, my clothes are downstairs,” Rowan mutters, moving like he’s about to head downstairs naked.
Not on my watch!
I quickly grab my robe from the bathroom and toss it to him.
“Wear that,” I order.
Rowan obliges and squeezes himself into my robe. It’s two sizes too small and barely hangs to his thighs, but it covers all the important parts at least.
I head into my walk-in closet to find some clothes for myself. It’s only as I’m tugging on a hoodie that I realize my body isn’t sticky and covered in bodily fluids like I remember it being last night before I passed out.
Rowanmust have cleaned me up while I was asleep. My chest aches again at the thought of him taking care of me like that. I have to rub the area over my heart to make the feeling subside as I finish dressing.
Ray is sipping on what’s probably a protein shake while sitting at the kitchen island, scrolling on his phone. He glances over at us as we descend the stairs and snorts a laugh when he catches sight of Rowan.
“When I told you two to stay home yesterday, that was not code for fuck each other’s brains out all night. Jeez, how many condom boxes did you guys go through anyway?”
