Rowan lifts me until only his tip is still inside, then spears me back down. My cock bounces against his stomach with the action, andI’m so fucking there.
My orgasm hits me like a shot in the dark. I find Rowan’s lips, and I’m spilling all over his sweater. I nibble on his bottom lip, and Rowan grunts and pulses inside of me.
“Your sweater is totally ruined. Guess you’re just gonna have to take it off and walk around naked for the rest of the night,” I tell him when we’ve both caught our breath.
Rowan smirks. “Trust me. I’ll be naked, butwalkingis not part of theverylong list of things I intend to do tonight,” he says and rolls me over—all while I’m still on his dick—in one fluid movement.
Rowan whips his cum-stained sweater over his head, then is on me once more. His cock is already half hard again and digging deeper into me.
I laugh and wrap him close to me. “Did I tell you how perfect you are for me?”
“You promise?” he asks, a twinkle in his eyes. “Because I should probably warn you that now that you’ve given yourself to me, I have no plans to ever let you go.”
“Obsessed! Obsessed, I tell you!”
Rowan laughs, and I pull him down until our foreheads are pressed together. “Let me tell you a secret. I’m kinda obsessed with you too, my little croissant.”
Rowan’s smile steals my breath, but it’s the teasing that makes my heart whole. “Is that the name you’ve picked out for me?”
“I’m still working on the best one, but why not? I can’t have many carbs due to my diet, so I’ll make you croissants, and you’ll bemycroissant to devour.”
Rowan is stone-faced as he replies. “Oh, there’s really no need to make me croissants again. It’s so much work. The last ones took youallnight. No need to tire yourself out.”
“I don’t care. I promised I’ll make them for you for the rest of your life, and I don’t go back on my promises even if it means I lose sleep!” I declare with a pout.
Rowan is voicing his concern about tiring me out, but for some reason, I feel like I need to defend myself. It’s like he doesn’t trust me in the kitchen or something!
“Orrr…I know a better way to lose sleep,” he says and moves like fucking lightning to suit up with a new condom before finding his way home inside me again and spending the rest of the night making true his words.
Best. Night. Ever.
“Fucking hell! Again?”
A shrill voice rings in my ear, and I’m getting a flashback to a morning very similar to this one.
I peek a groggy eye open and…yep, there’s my best friend standing over me and Rowan, glaring at us with his arms crossed.
Again.
The only difference is that we’d fallen asleep on the couch early this morning, and the only thing covering us is the afghan that lives on the couch. It does a poor job atcoveringsince its design means there are holes throughout the entire thing.
Rowan groans into my hair and doesn’t even bother moving this time. He snuggles closer to me, which means his body covers most of mine.
“He’s going to be doing this a lot, isn’t he?” Rowan mutters.
“Probably,” I mutter back. “Should we move? Run away somewhere he can’t find us?”
“Maybe he’ll leave if we pretend to fall back asleep.”
“I’m right here and can hear everything you say!” Ray says exasperatedly. “Now get up, I need to show you something.”
I groan again, but oblige and roll to sit up. Rowan is right beside me and quickly uses the afghan to cover the lower half of our bodies so that we’re at least semi-decent.
I hope Ray isn’t expecting us to get dressed, because I have plans of dragging my man into the shower—Rowan must have wiped me down again because I’m not sticky, but that can’t compare to a real shower!—then staying in bed with him for the rest of the day.
“Well?” I prompt when Ray doesn’t say anything. He’s frowning, and his tense expression is makingmeworry.
“Do you remember Andrew Solis?” he asks.
