Page 58 of Beneath the Midnight Sky
My thumb pressed against her clit in small, slow circles as I slowly added a fourth finger to her cunt. It slowly stretched around the addition, and I could feel her moan around my length as her thighs began to quiver.
“That’s right, angel. I want to feel you squeeze my fingers as I come down your throat. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?” I asked breathlessly.
I felt her nod her head and I sank my cock deeper. Her nails dug into my back, and I knew I was cutting off her air supply like this, but her cunt squeezed around my fingers, and she started to come. My thighs clenched as the tingling started at the base of my spine, and I felt myself shoot spurts of come down her throat. I pulled back enough so she could swallow, and I pulled my fingers from her pussy.
I started to stand, but she kept sucking as she looked up at me, licking her come from my fingers. I stared back until I couldn’t take a moment more of her slick little tongue.
“Fuck, angel,” I muttered as I leaned down and laid a sloppy kiss on her lips. She tasted like me, and when our tongues met and our tastes mingled, it took every ounce of willpower I had to pull away. I ran my clean hand through the few hairs that escaped her braid and kissed her forehead. “You are phenomenal. We have time for a shower, a real one this time, and then we can get ready for dinner.”
She blushed, and a soft smile graced her face. “Yes, please.”
I scooped her up and carried her back to the bathroom, turning the hot water back on. I took the shower wand and wether hair, shampooing it for her, rinsing, and then adding in the conditioner.
“Can I do you? Wash your hair, I mean?” she asked while I let her hair set.
I smiled. “Of course you can.”
She wet my hair and shampooed it for me, running her nails against my scalp. I could’ve stayed there forever, honestly. I almost wish we could, but she wanted to meet my family, and I wanted her to feel welcomed. We conditioned my hair, rinsed both of us, and then decided to wash our own bodies, lest we get sidetracked again with wandering hands.
We finished up together, and I thanked all of the gods above for the billionth time that this girl was all mine.
28
AM I THAT OBVIOUS
Aspen
I hated to admit it,even to myself, but I was so damn nervous right now. I was pretty sure it was obvious by the looks Rowan was throwing my way while he drove, but I was trying to just ignore it all and push the nerves down deep into my subconscious where I wouldn’t have to see it anymore.
He reached over and took my hand in his. “You’re going to do great. Stop worrying so much,” he said with a quiet chuckle.
“Am I that obvious?” I asked, the worry clear in my voice.
“Yes, completely,” he said teasingly.
I shook my head, a small smile on my face. I looked out the window. We were in his truck on our way over to his mom’s house; she still lived on the ranch, too, but she wasn’t in the main house anymore. When Oliver took over at the ranch full-time, he started living at the main house because it was closest to the barn, and they built their mom a little cabin. At least, that was what Rowan had told me when he gave me the family history lesson as I’d started calling it. However, if it was the house wewere pulling up to, I wasn’t sure iflittle cabinwas the proper term.
“Is this it?” I asked, trying to keep my mouth from hanging open.
“Sure is. What do you think?” he asked happily.
“I…uhm…well, it isn’t a little cabin to be honest with ya, cowboy,” I stuttered.
Rowan laughed. “Okay, well maybe I should’ve dropped the little and left it at ‘cabin.”
The house in front of us was a large A-frame cabin with an addition on the back that branched out, making the house layout more of an L shape. It had a low-sitting deck that wrapped around the entirety of the side of the house. It had wood siding and large windows along the entire front. The deck had small lights wrapped around the railings, and it just felt like…home. It felt like that warm and safe place you’d retreat to whenever you needed. What I imagined a grandparent’s house would feel like, if I ever had any grandparents to compare this to.
Rowan put the truck in park and came around to open the door for me, but before I could get out, he slid his hand up my bare thigh.
“In case I don’t get another chance to tell you this tonight, you look absolutely delectable in this dress,” he said with a cheeky smile.
I felt the blush creep up onto my cheeks, and I whispered a quick thank you as he helped me down and out of the truck. I decided to keep it pretty but still me tonight. I was in a black summer dress that stopped mid-thigh. While it was solid black, the straps were thick with small bows where they met the top of the dress, and the back was low-cut, showing off the top half of my back. I’d paired it with my Doc Marten boots that Rowan thankfully saved and brought back for me, and I finished it off with some gold jewelry I’d borrowed from Ivy. It was prettyand cute, while also feeling appropriate to meet his family. I desperately wanted to make a good impression, and that was what consumed my mind as we walked up to the cabin.
Rowan held my hand and guided me up the few steps of the deck, and when we got closer to the front door, I noticed them. The wooden wind chimes along the entire deck and house. There had to be at least twenty of them in various shapes and sizes. Some were small and painted bright colors, others looked like they’d been made of old driftwood with sea glass, and a few looked as if they had small chunks of wood carved into little animals. Each one was different, but they all had their own home, hook, and section of the deck.
He must’ve caught me staring around because he chuckled and squeezed my hand. “My dad started it. Mom said she loved the sounds the wooden chimes made, so he started making her one every year for their anniversary. After he passed, Payton didn’t want us to lose the tradition, so each year, one of us takes a turn to make her a new one for their anniversary. I’ll take you around later and show you the stunning ones I created.” His cocky smirk said it all for him—he was proud as hell.
I squeezed his hand back. “I would love that,” I said quietly. As we stopped at his mom’s front door, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine in a quick kiss.
