Page 29 of Beneath the Midnight Sky
I quietly closed the door behind me and looked around the apartment as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. The only positive thing about her having a studio apartment was that I could easily look around and find her. She was lying on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her, and her paint supplies scattered on the floor next to a half-empty bottle of wine. I wished she’d take better care of herself, but at the same time, it gave me more to do for her.
Eventually, she’d be under the same roof as me, and this would be easier and not as…illegal. Although was it illegal if I had a key?
Picking up the wine and her brushes, I walked over into the kitchen to clean it all up. Once the wine was disposed of and the brushes were clean and back next to her current project, I walked back towards the couch. I brushed a loose piece of hair off her face and listened to her deep breathing.
“Well, can’t leave you lying on the couch when you have a bed, little angel,” I whispered.
Leaning down, I picked her up from the couch. Her body went stiff for a moment before she relaxed and leaned her head against my shoulder—still unconscious and breathing deeply. I carried her over to her bed, laying her down gently. When I went to move the comforter around her, she rolled onto her back, exposing her pajamas. Before, they had been covered by her throw blanket she’d burritoed herself in on the couch. Now, however, they were not covered even a little bit.
She was in a white cropped tank top, no bra, and a pair of small grey cotton shorts that really couldn’t even be considered shorts since they were skintight and didn’t cover…anything.
I let out a groan. I should cover her up and leave. Take care of myself at my own damn house or even in my truck, but that isn’twhat I wanted to do. No, I wanted to take care of myself here, claim her as my own, and mark her as mine right now.
“Fuck me, I’m so going to hell,” I whispered to myself.
I pulled out my pocketknife and kneeled down next to the bed. Flipping the knife open, I ran the blade down each side of her shorts and then slowly pulled them off of her curvy hips. She didn’t stir even a little bit.
“Fuck, Aspen. Of course, that’s all there is,” I groaned as I found nothing between me and her now exposed cunt. I slowly spread her thighs and tossed the now ruined shorts on the floor next to me. Reaching between her legs, I ran my index finger through her folds and kept my eyes on her face. Partly to ensure she was still asleep, and partly because I couldn’t stand not to watch her come undone—even while asleep.
Something was wrong with me, truly. Even Hell would be too nice a place.
Her lips parted, and she let out a small moan, but her eyes remained closed. Maybe she’d had more wine than I thought. I decided to test the boundaries as I got up and kneeled onto her bed between her thighs. Leaning over her, I slowly ran my tongue from her cunt to her clit, quietly groaning over the taste of her.
“Fuck…Rowan,” she mumbled.
I stopped and looked up, but she still seemed to be asleep. Which meant even asleep, she knew my mouth? Fuck me. Getting more comfortable, I laid down at the foot of her bed, my arms wrapped around her thighs, and I decided I couldn’t leave until she came on my tongue. That was the only viable option available for me. If she woke up, she’d be screaming for more than one reason.
I ran my tongue slowly through her heat and back down. Pushing my tongue inside of her, I could feel my cock aching to take its place. Grinding my hips into the bed, trying to find somesort of relief, I thrusted my tongue in and out of her wet heat. As her hips started to arch toward my mouth, I glanced up to find her lips parted and her hands gripping the sheets. Deciding I needed to slow down, I ran my tongue back up to her clit, swirling circles around it.
“Rowan,” she whispered, her voice breathless. I ran my tongue back down, pressing it back into her cunt, and then gently used my thumb to press against her clit. She gasped, and for one second, I worried she really would wake only to scream when she found me here, but her eyes stayed closed. Even as her orgasm hit and she came around my tongue. Even as I gently licked her clean and then got up from her bed. She didn’t wake.
I pulled her comforter over top of her and adjusted my now-wet jeans. Suddenly happy as fuck she didn’t wake up to see me end up like this. Coming in my pants just from enjoying the taste of her cunt like I was in high school still. I glanced down at her as she rolled back over to her side, her eyes opening slightly.
“Rowan?” she whispered, her eyebrows creased in confusion.
I kneeled down next to her before I could think better of it, gently pushing her hair back from her face. “It’s okay, little angel. Go back to sleep,” I whispered.
She nodded her head slightly, and her eyes closed, her breathing evening out again.
“Fuck, Rowan. Get it together,” I muttered quietly to myself. I picked up her now destroyed shorts and left her apartment before I could manage to talk myself into any more insanity tonight, like curling up next to her and playing it off like I’d totally been invited in in the midst of her wine drinking.
Once I was safely sitting inside my truck, I pulled out my phone to send Wyatt a text.
Me: Any updates on her ex? Or who’s been calling her?
Wyatt: Should I be concerned by the timing of this text?
Wyatt: Also, no updates. He’s still in Vegas. Haven’t had any luck on the trace because whoever it is hasn’t called again in the last few days. But I’m still looking out, don’t worry.
Me: K.
Wyatt: …
Me: Don’t worry about it.
I tossed my phone on the seat next to me and started back home. I was having truly insane ideas, and sleep was needed before I did something evenmoreunhinged than what I just did.
I’d gone home,taken a shower, and slept on my couch for a few hours before getting up to start the day. I had a date with Aspen tonight, and I couldn’t decide if I was more anxious or excited about it.
