“Hey!”
Rowan began reading out loud.
“Levee began a frenzied task of undressing me, not even glancing back up into my eyes until she was satisfied with my jeans, boxers, and socks all laying on the floor at her feet.
“Jesus, Sam,” she breathed, dropping to her knees and once again gripping my impossibly hard cock.
“Wait,” I sat up and tried to pull her back to her feet. “I go first. I mean, you go… Son of a…. fuck!” I lost all conscious thought as she dipped her head and circled her tongue around the tip.
“Your dick’s pierced.” Her hand stroked a relentless rhythm from base to tip.
“I… fuck… Ugh.” My muscles tensed as I glided through her hand. “Is it? I thought they all looked like that.”
“So fucking thick.” She went back down for another lick. Collapsing back on the bed, I gave up on my objections.”
“Holy fuck, woman!” he exclaimed. “What the hell are you reading?”
“Shut up!” I squealed, climbing to my knees in an attempt to get my tablet back. “Give it back, Rowan!”
The asshole just kept reading in a poor impression of a phone-sex operator voice.
“Her fingers continuously circled her clit and I dropped my hand to join it. She was soaked and couldn’t help bringing it to my lips for a taste. “Mmmm.” I purred as she lifted her wet fingers to my mouth offering me a second course that I was more than willing to accept.
“I fuck you. Then we’re taking a shower. Then I’m eating you until I get hard again.” I glided my cock through her folds. Her head pressed back into the pillow as she arched off the bed. Bending down, I grazed my teeth roughly over her nipple. “Then we’ll start the cycle over again.”
He was so engrossed in mocking me that he’d left himself open to retaliation. Lucky for me, he’d decided on basketball shorts instead of jeans. Going for the tiny hairs on his legs, I grabbed hold of as many as I could and yanked.
“Oww! Mother fuck! Son of a bitch!”
I snatched my tablet out of the air just as it fell from his hands and jumped from the couch, hoping to escape before he fully recovered. No such luck.
I let out an oof as his arm caught my waist and jerked me back. I sailed through the air before landing with my back to the cushions of the couch, Rowan’s large body hovering over me, pressing into me.
“You’ll read that but you won’t read my book?” His voice held humor, letting me know he wasn’t really upset.
“Well.” I grinned, loving the idea of pushing his buttons. “If you’d write something interesting, maybe I’d read it.”
Rowan’s fingers dug into my sides. I fought against him as hard as I could, in peals of laughter so loud I was sure the neighbors could hear us.
“So, that’s the kind of shit you like?” he asked once he was finished tickling.
I was breathing heavy as I looked into his icy blue eyes. Shrugging nonchalantly, I replied, “Maybe you should consider piercing your…” I trailed off, shooting a knowing look at his crotch. “It could spice things up. You know, make it less vanilla.”
“Oh, I got your vanilla,” he growled, taking the bait perfectly.
I latched my limbs around his body as he pushed up, hefting me off the couch. “Where are we going?”
“Bedroom. I’m about to show you shit you’ve never even imagined. Then we’ll see who’s talking about vanilla.”
I let out a sharp yelp when his palm came down hard on my ass. The moment the sting subsided, all I could think was, Yay, me!
Me: Come over
Navie: Can’t. I have plans.
Me: Then come over after. You can stay the night. We have a weekend full of non-work hours.
Navie: Sorry. I have company this weekend. I can’t come over. See you Monday.
Me: What company? You didn’t tell me you were having company.
My last text was an hour and a half old, and without a response. I started off curious, but after the first fifteen minutes, that curiosity turned into concern. At the forty-five-minute mark, that concern morphed into agitation. At an hour fifteen, I was just straight up pissed. My mind was all over the place, wondering who the hell she was with and why she hadn’t told me. I felt like I was reliving the past with Bree all over again, only this time, the tension in my chest was almost unbearable.
It was over a twenty-minute cab ride to Navie’s place in Murray Hill and by the time I got there, I was ready to kick whoever’s ass was encroaching on my territory. I took the stairs up to her apartment like a raging bull preparing to gore the motherfucker standing in front of me.
I made it to her landing and pounded on her front door, just itching for a fight. And that was exactly what I got. The moment the front door swung open and I was hit with an eyeful of naked chest—naked male chest—my vision went red and I lunged.
“Motherfucker!” I shouted as I barreled into the guy standing in front of me, slamming my shoulder into his stomach with a satisfying grunt. “I’m gonna kill you!” We went down in a heap onto Navie’s entryway floor. I had to hand it to the dude; I might have caught him off guard, but he rallied quickly, twisting around and landing a right hook that had me seeing stars with a shocked, “What the hell?”
While we wrestled around on the floor, each of us landing blows, I vaguely registered the sound of feminine screams. I was pretty sure my lip was split, and my eye was hurting like a son of a bitch, but I wasn’t giving up. The guy pinned me in a headlock as he rose to his feet, and I took the opportunity to land a few well-placed punches to his kidney and ribs. And the bastard still didn’t let go.
“You fuck my girl, I fuck you up!” I voiced in a painful wheeze as he squeezed my neck tighter. At that point, it had become clear I was losing, but I’d be damned if I tapped out before that asshole did.
I was just two seconds away from taking a cheap shot to his nuts when Navie’s voice cut through the rush of blood raging through my ears.
“Carson, Rowan, STOP!”
Carson? Oh, shit!
“Carson?” I coughed, unable to breathe with the guy’s arm threatening to crush my windpipe. I could only speculate, but I was pretty sure my face was turning purple.
“Let him go!” another woman yelled, and the arm around my throat instantly loosened. Gulping down air like a man, well, choking, I tilted my head the best I could while still in a headlock to find Navie and a very pregnant woman standing in the middle of the living room, looking like they were about to murder someone.
“Carson Langford,” the pregnant woman scolded. “I said let him go. Right. Now.”
“This shithead started it,” the guy—apparently named Carson—said as he released me with a less than friendly shove. I stood straight and turned to see that his face hadn’t fared much better than mine. It shouldn’t have sent a spike of male pride through me, considering I’d just jumped Navie’s fucking brother, but what could I do?
“Rowan!” Navie screeched, stomping up to me, the look on her face so furious I had to keep myself from cowering. “What the fuck were you thinking? I cannot believe you!”