Just Kidding (SWAT Generation 2.0 #1)(59)

He bit down lightly on my nipple.

“You could have hair, or you could not have hair,” he said. “It’s not going to change how I feel about you. How bad I want you.”

I closed my eyes as tenderness swept through me at his words.

“Look at me,” he rasped.

I opened my eyes, my hands once again going to his chest to help me sit up.

The new position had his cock sliding in deep again, my eyes momentarily losing focus as he did.

He trailed his gaze down the length of my body, settling on where we were connected before coming back to meet my eyes.

“I’ve done a lot of things in my life that I’m not really proud of,” he admitted. “But that night when you came over? That night I was weak. I wanted you so bad that I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. You and your bald little head haunted my dreams. Awake and asleep. And when you walked out, at first I thought that I’d nodded off. But then I smelled you and realized my dreams had never been that good before.”

I clenched on his cock, causing him to growl.

“I’m not sure why the fuck Theo never noticed you,” he said. “But I thank my lucky stars every fuckin’ day that he didn’t. Because if he had, you wouldn’t have come home. I wouldn’t have found you. I wouldn’t have tasted you. I wouldn’t have known anything. And my life would suck.”

I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. “Your life would suck?”

He shrugged. “It would. Not gonna lie. I didn’t realize that I was being such a douche about what happened to me in high school. It was a long fuckin’ time ago, and I realize now that nobody cares anywhere near as much as I make it seem.”

I trailed my fingers down the middle of his chest.

Then resituated my hips so that I was more comfortable.

“You’re talking like this is you getting this gift,” I said, eyes on his. “It wasn’t just you. It was me, too. I’ve had all of three dates in my life. One sexual encounter that sucked. And honestly, no real desire to change that. Until you.”

He rolled us then, his cock never dislodging from his deep seat inside of me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in close.

“Finish me already,” I ordered. “We can talk more later.”

He did finish me then.

Just as slowly as before.

And he didn’t stop until I was a panting, exhausted mess on the floor.

“I’m fairly sure I have linoleum burn on my ass,” I informed him.

He snorted. “It was worth it.”

Right now? Yes. In the morning? Who knew?





Chapter 17


I wish I was Felicia. She’s always going somewhere.

-Coffee Cup

Rowen

I heard a thud as the door closed behind Dax, who was running late as usual.

Rolling my eyes at his constant lateness, I rolled over and buried my face into his pillow.

I had no clue what had taken him so long from the moment that he’d left the room to when he’d actually left the house, but I imagined that it had to do with him stopping at the refrigerator and reading my message.

I love you.

I’d said it before.

Sure, I could’ve waited until there was a better moment to say it, but waiting for perfect just wasn’t me.

I was spontaneous and brash. I did things, said things, that I couldn’t take back later.

That was part of what made me a good lawyer. I was quick on my feet, words spilled out before I needed to think, and most of the time they were what I would’ve said anyway had I had time to overthink it to death.

Another thud had me sitting up.

“Dax?” I called.

Nothing.

“Dax?” I called again.

Nothing.

I pulled out my phone and texted him, but he didn’t answer, meaning he was driving or riding.

Rowen: Are you at home?

I wasn’t sure which because I’d been in another orgasmic-induced fog as he was leaving. My brain’s light had been on, but nobody had been home.

Now, though?

That haze was gone, and it was working.

Curious, I got up and got dressed, finding Dax’s sweatshirt on the floor and slipping it on before moving to my leggings.

I fisted the sweatshirt, knowing that this one was going to be mine now, too.

I’d have to buy him more.

It wasn’t nice to steal and not replace.

Grinning to myself and loving the way his sweatshirt always seemed to swallow me whole, I made my way out to the living room and took a good look around.

Nothing.

Everything was quiet.

Nothing out of place. No unusual people in Dax’s living room.

Hell, there wasn’t even a random squirrel.

Not that there would be usually, but that’s always what the random bumps and bangs were if my imagination had any say in it.

Honestly, I expected to see more raccoons in my life, too, with the way I always accounted for them making the loud bangs at my apartment in San Antonio.

One time I’d even asked the super, and he’d explained that we had a family of raccoons that were making a home in our spare utility closets. They’d be kicked out of one and would move to the next one on the next porch, though I’d never actually seen them in mine.