Take the Fall (Take the Fall, #1)(50)

“You’re killing me, baby,” I growl.

Her response is to take me deeper. I let out a groan when I hit the back of her throat. Gazing down at her, I watch as her sexy mouth travels up and down the length of me. She releases my cock from her lips with a sexy little popping sound.

“Tell me what you thought of my letters,” I demand, lifting her up on the counter.

She spreads her thighs and pulls me closer. “They were beautiful. Perfect.”

I kneel on the floor and bury my face into her *. She’s dripping wet from sucking me off, and if that’s not an ego booster, I don’t know what is.

Rowan tugs at my hair. “I’m going to come.”

I jump to my feet and half pull her off the counter, sliding into her wet heat at the same time. “Holy f*ck, baby.” I lean my forehead against her shoulder. “You feel so damn good.”

“Stop talking so much,” she says, wrapping her legs around my waist.

Like a machine, I start to move inside of her, relishing the feel of her hot walls clenching at me and trying to milk me. I search for Rowan’s lips, devouring her mouth as I slam into her. Her tight nipples scrape against me. My dog tags hit my chest each time I slide in balls deep.

She tightens around me and begins to chant my name. My orgasm rushes over me and I shove deep, emptying myself into her. I give her everything, holding nothing back as she moans the words I haven’t heard in seven years.

“I love you, Seth. Love you so much.”

“This mean you forgive me?” I ask.

She nods. “Yes.”

I glance at where we’re still joined, condom free. “This mean you’ll forgive me if I get you pregnant?”

Her eyes go wide and then a small smile plays on her lips. “I’m on the pill. We’re good, unless you have—”

“Nope.”

“Me, either. My brother raised me to be a safety-first type of woman.” She gives me a rueful look as I pull out of her. “Until you.”

“Same for me. He bought me my first pack of condoms.”

Rowan makes a face.

“They weren’t for us. I didn’t lose my virginity to you.”

“I lost mine to you,” she says and hops off the counter.

“So I get to be your first and your last.” I help clean up the mess we made.

“Maybe.”

I gather her close to me. “You have to make an honest man out of me.”

“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about,” she teases.

“For the love of God, would you please ask her to f*cking marry you so I can get out of here,” Boyd shouts from his office.

Rowan bursts out laughing. “Sorry, Boyd. We’re dressed.”

“I’m never using that counter again.”

“I’ll clean it,” I tell him.

“Not enough bleach in this world to erase the two of you going at it from my brain.”

“Try,” Rowan shouts. “Three extra vacation days, if you never mention this to anyone.”

“Give me a week and you got a deal,” he counters.

“Let me ask the owner,” she says.

I shake my head. “I might be the owner, but you’re the one who’s in charge.”

She gives me the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. “Deal, Boyd.”

“Excellent, but Little Boss, I need you and Seth to get the hell out so I can leave with some dignity.”

“He’s so strange,” I say as we walk outside.

“I’m pretty sure he was changing his clothes in his office. He doesn’t follow the no-working-on-Sunday rule,” she says.

“What did you think about the whole marrying me comment?” I ask lightly.

Rowan wraps her arms around my neck and looks up at me. “Marriage might be for me. Always wanted a couple of dogs.”

“What about someone to help you take care of those dogs?”

She cocks her head to one side. “Can he take care of me, too?”

“Anything you want, baby.” I kiss her, right in the middle of the parking lot, as snow begins to fall. “Looks like I might get tomorrow off. I’ll have to call my commander.”

“Tell him I’ll be sure to keep you busy.”

We lace our hands together and walk home in the snow, leaving our cars and our past behind.





Chapter 17





Rowan


“Holy shit, that hurts,” I grumble at my brother.

“Stop being a *,” he says. “You wanted ink, so I’m inking your ass.”

“Not literally.”

“If you don’t sit still, I will literally ink your damn belly button.”

“Sorry.” I try to be as still as possible by concentrating on the ceiling above me. The whirring of the machine lulls me, until the needles start scraping at my skin, over and over.

“You don’t have to do this,” Seth whispers.

“She’d look pretty dumb with only the outline,” Jase points out. “No way in hell I’ll allow her to walk out of my shop like that.”

It only took me several weeks after Seth moved back home to decide what I wanted: a compass on my left side with the words All directions lead to you.