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  I growled into her mouth, moving with her in my arms through the living room and into the kitchen. Lucy cried out as her back slammed against the refrigerator, and suddenly, it was like we’d turned the clock back. She moaned as my hands yanked her shirt from the waist of her jeans, shoving the cotton up her bare tummy. My fingers slide over her bare skin, and I groaned at the way her stomach caved and shivered under my touch.

  “Rowan…” she gasped, whimpering into my mouth as she kissed me hungrily.

  “You had to know I’d find you,” I growled, pushing her shirt higher. Her hands dropped to mine, and I grunted as I felt her delicate fingers begin to work open the buttons. “You had to know there isn’t a place on earth you could go where I wouldn’t look.”

  “I—I always looked for you,” she moaned. “I looked for you in my review mirror all the fucking time.”

  I grunted, giving her another hard, bruising kiss as I shoved her shirt up over her bra-encased breasts. Lucy shivered as my hands brushed over the silky, lacy material, and I could feel her nipples hardening under my touch. I moved my hands lower, teasing down her ribs and feeling her breath catch. I moved lower, kissing her slowly as my fingertips found the waist of her jeans. The button popped easily, the zipper followed, and my wife moaned as I began to peel them open.

  “What—what are you doing?” She whimpered. “Rowan—”

  “Remembering,” I murmured, grunting as I started to push her jeans lower. I shoved them slowly over the soft, tantalizing curve of her tight ass, my cock throbbing rock hard between my thighs. Fuck, I swear I could almost smell the sweetness of her pretty little pussy even from there—like I could taste her desire in the very air.

  “We can’t just—”

  “Yes, we can.”

  With a low growl, I had her pants down over her hips, and I shoved them down to her knees. Lucy whimpered as I moved lower, my mouth brushing over the slopes of her breasts. I kissed her soft, supple skin, moving lower and lower as I began to kneel.

  “Oh fuck, Rowan…”

  She cooed softly as my lips teased down over her sternum, and then her stomach. I kissed lower and lower, her tummy hollowing under my heated kisses as she whimpered for more. My hands skimmed her hips, and when my fingers hooked into the edges of her plain black panties, I groaned as precum dripped liberally into my boxers from my swollen, aching cock.

  I liked that she was in something plain and simple. Not a sexy lacy thing, or a thong, or whatever. It meant she wasn’t expecting something, or, fuck, that she wasn’t expecting someone to see her like this tonight. And the savage, possessive beast inside of me roared at that.

  I’d done my homework when I’d finally traced her to Blackthorn. I found she was going by Lucy Hanson to everyone who knew her up there, and that she was using an entirely fake name to rent the house, which I’d also obviously found ahead of time. None of my homework had revealed another man, though I’d thought about how I’d react to find there was one. Blind rage perhaps? Savage jealousy? I mean this was my woman. My wife. And any man who’d tried and most certainly failed to fill my place was going to find himself in a world of pain when I caught up with him.

  But there wasn’t, and the plain black no-nonsense panties had my cock harder than anything for what they stood for.

  My lips brushed her navel, and Lucy whimpered. I kissed lower as I started to peel her panties down, and her breath caught.

  “Wait, Rowan, I—I mean, I wasn’t expecting—”

  I looked up at her, and her gorgeous face burned red.

  “I, um, I need to shave?”

  I grinned hungrily. “You think I give a shit about that right now? Or fucking ever?”

  I tugged her panties lower, and slowly, they peeled away from her perfect, and I mean perfect little pussy. My eyes swept over her, and over the soft little patch of dark hair covering her mound. The beast in me roared in hunger, and I groaned audibly as I moved in. I could smell her—fuck me, I could smell the sweetness of that cunt, and my cock throbbed with desire. I moved closer, my breath teasing her as her breath caught sharply. A whimpered moan teased from her lips, and when I let my eyes lock onto her sweet little cunt, I knew nothing in this world could stop me from tasting my prize a second more.

  When my tongue dragged over her lips, the both of us moaned—her in panting pleasure, and me with raw lust. I groaned as I dragged my tongue over her again, letting it part her silky-soft, sticky lips. Lucy moaned deeply as I pushed my tongue inside, sliding it deep into her pussy as she sank against the refrigerator. I growled into her, my hands sliding up to grip her ass as I tasted her sweet honey for the first time in way, way too fucking long.

  I slid my tongue in and out of her, making her squeal in pleasure before I teased it higher. I knew exactly how she liked it, and when I swirled my tongue hard around her aching clit, Lucy went wild, just like I knew she would. She cried out, her hips bucking against my chin as she moaned deeply. Her hands dropped to my hair, her fingers tangling in it as I gripped her ass tight and licked that pretty pussy with everything I had.

  I gripped her ass tight with one hand and dropped the other to the front of my jeans. My cock was obscenely thick and hard, tenting the denim and leaving a dark stain at the head where my precum was dripping freely. I gripped the fat shaft, grunting into her pussy as I started to stroke my cock through my jeans while tasting the sweetest little cunt in the world.

  Later, I could take my time. But that first time, after years without, I need her to come. I fucked needed to taste her sweet girl-cum on my tongue—to feel her honey drip down my chin until she couldn’t even stand anymore. I growled deeply as I sucked her clit between my lips and let my tongue bat across it back and forth. I swirled it around the little bud as my hand gripped her ass tight and possessive.

  Lucy began to moan louder and breathe faster. Her legs shook, her hand tightened in my hair, and as her pussy got wetter and messier, I knew she wasn’t going last long.

  “You want to come for me, don’t you, baby?” I growled, pulling teasingly away to kiss her thigh. Lucy whimpered in frustration, nodding eagerly.

  “Tell me,” I groaned. “Let me here you say it, baby girl.”

  “Please,” she gasped. “Rowan—”

  “Please what?” I grunted, moving my lips back to let my tongue give her one long, slow lick. She quivered and moaned, panting as her knees trembled.

  “Rowan, please!”

  “Please what, baby?” I growled. “You better say it if you ever want me to let you—”

  “Please let me come!” she cried out. “Oh fuck, Rowan, please, please make me—oh fuuuuuck!”

  My mouth covered her pussy, and my tongue went into overdrive swirling around her throbbing clit. Lucy’s whole body tensed and shuddered, her breath became staggered, and her hands clenched my hair almost painfully as she threw her head back.

  “Oh God! Oh God! Oh fuuuuck!”

  My tongue swirled around her clit, my hand gripped her ass, and when I growled a low, rumbling growl against her soaked little cunt, she tipped over the edge. Lucy moaned wildly as she came hard against my mouth. I groaned, feeling the flood of her arousal melt over my tongue and down my chin, and I drank every drop of her like a man dying of thirst. I growled into her, keeping her pussy tight to my mouth as I teased her over and over, from one climax to another until it felt like she was about to literally collapse on the floor.

  With a groan, I was on my feet and catching her in my arms. Her lips found mine eagerly, hungrily kissing me and tasting herself on them. She moaned as she kicked her jeans and panties down from where they were tangled at her knees off her feet. And suddenly, I had her right back where I’d had her before—in my arms, legs around my hips. Her hands feverishly ripped the rest of my buttons open and shoved my shirt off my shoulders as I yanked her shirt and bra off.

  Skin to skin, I grunted at the feel of her body against mine. Her hard nipples dragged over my muscled chest, and my cock throbbed at th
e feel of her molten hot little pussy pressed tight to my abs.

  “Bedroom,” I growled into her lips heatedly. “Where the fuck is your bedroom.”

  “Upstairs!” she gasped. “It’s up—oh fuck.”

  My mouth leaned down so suck a nipple between my lips as I turned and strode for the stairs. I climbed them two at a time with my thick cock harder than it’d ever been—the sounds of her moans filling my ears and the taste of her pussy lingering on my tongue, making me hungry for more.

  4

  Lucy

  God, I’d missed that. I’d missed him, and the way he made me squeal and gasp and come.

  Rowan was the only man I’d ever known—my big brother’s friend, the gorgeous, blond-haired, panty-melting golden boy. Back then, I was this angsty little goth girl from the wrong side of the tracks, and Rowan was the opposite. He came from a good, loving home. He was top of this class, and the quarterback king of the school, and on his way to greatness at some lofty ivy league school.

  And I wanted him.

  It was probably Rowan himself that made me realize what “want” even was. I mean he was five years older, my brother’s friend, and I was probably invisible to him. I spent years secretly lusting over him, spending my nights dreaming of ways I’d seduce him, or ways he’d stride into my bedroom and just take me. It was all pretend, of course—all stupid fantasy. But then one day, Rowan Turner came back, and when he did, something had changed.

  He’d gone away a hot guy. He came back a hardened, growly, gorgeous man. And apparently, he wasn’t the only one who’d grown up. That first summer when he came back to town, I was eighteen, fresh out of high school, and ready to take on the world. Rowan was twenty-three, a degree in criminal justice and one year of police academy under his belt. Lockton had an opening for a junior cop, and suddenly, my fantasy crush was back in town permanently. We bumped into each other, looked into each other’s eyes, and I don’t think we ever looked away.

  After that, I was done for. We fell hard, and it was like every fantasy come true. He was my first, and it wasn’t long before we moved in together. A year after he came back to town, we said our vows and exchanged rings, and suddenly, I was Mrs. Rowan Turner. And for two years, it was perfect.

  Well, sort of.

  The problem was, deep down, I knew I wasn’t who he thought I was. Sure, he knew I was a bit of a firebrand, and sassy, and came from a rougher background. But he never knew it all, because I never wanted him to. Before my brother Shepherd and I and our mom moved to Lockton, we’d literally had to fend for ourselves. Shep was the tough one—the one who could hit back twice as hard as anything he got thrown his way. But I wasn’t six-four and full of muscles. I’d had to learn to be sneaky. I had to learn how to steal food if I wanted to eat dinner some nights.

  First it was for food, out of desperation. But then it was for fun—clothes, makeup, CDs, and anything else a teenage girl might want that I couldn’t actually afford. But after it was for fun, I started doing it for a challenge. Then I got noticed by people who looked for skills like that, and then it was for a future. But then Rowan came home, and I fell head over heels. And then the thief married a fucking cop.

  So it worked, sort of, for two years. But then, it all came crashing down. I ran because I had to. Because like I said, we were only ever going to end one of two ways: me ruining his life or him throwing me in jail. My future was doing what I was seriously fucking good at, which was taking things I wasn’t supposed to take. But I’d married a damn police officer who was very busy applying to the freaking FBI, and the reality of that was too much. There was Rowan staying up late studying for his entrance exam into the Bureau, and I’d be out pretending to be working a waitressing job when I was actually opening someone’s hidden safe.

  The lies stacked up more and more until it felt like I was cheating on him, and it made me sick. So, I ran.

  …But I wasn’t running or lying anymore. Even if I wanted to tell myself I still could, I knew the chase was over. After two years without him, one damn kiss and I was done for all over again. And with my heart still racing from his mouth making me come so fucking hard down in the kitchen, I knew I was his.

  Hook. Line. Sinker.

  The door slammed against the wall as we went crashing into my small bedroom. I moaned, hugging him so tightly and kissing him fiercely as we tumbled into the room. Rowan’s muscles rippled under my hands, and I whimpered as my nipples dragged electrically over his hard-chiseled chest. His big, powerful hands gripped my ass possessively, in this way that made me feel like he’d never let it go.

  We tripped across the room to the bed, and I gasped and giggled as he tossed me down across it. Utterly naked in front of him, I blushed as I curled my legs beneath me. But Rowan just growled as he shook his head.

  “Uh-uh, don’t you dare hide away from me, baby girl,” he groaned.

  His hands slid up my legs, pulling them wide apart and making me blush fiercely.

  “Fuck have I missed this pretty little pussy,” he growled deeply. He started to move to crawl onto the bed between my legs, but I stopped him with a foot on his chest.

  “Uh-uh,” I purred, my pulse racing. “My turn.”

  I pushed him back until he was standing again at the side of the bed and slid forward. On my knees on the bed, he still towered above me with the differences in his huge size compared to my petite frame. My pulse raced as my hands moved to his belt and unhooked it. His jeans opened at a tug of the button, and when I pulled his zipper down, Rowan growled.

  I moaned as I felt the huge size of him beneath the denim, and my pussy was instantly flooded with desire. Rowan might’ve been the only man I’d ever been with, but I knew enough to know the cock he packed between his muscled thighs was insanely big. It’d taken him making me come three times with his mouth and then about ten minutes of slowly inching his way in when he’d taken my virginity. I shivered as I remembered that first time—how fucking huge he’d felt slowly pushing into me, and how amazingly full and incredibly turned on I’d been feeling my tight pussy slowly stretch around his size.

  That first time may have taken a lot, but after that, I knew how good he felt. And after that, I was a fucking addict for his big cock. And now, there in that bedroom rented under a fake name two years after running from him like a psycho, the craving was real.

  My fingers pulled his jeans down, and he stepped out of them. I panted as I watched his grooved abs ripple, and when he stood tall again, wet heat pooled between my thighs at the sight of the huge bulge in his boxers. I looked up at him as I hooked my fingers into the waistband, watching his jaw tense and his eyes flash blue fire as I started to tug. Slowly, ever so slowly, I peeled them down. My gaze dropped too, and I whimpered as the fat, thick base of him came into view.

  Fuck, he had a big cock.

  I pulled the boxers lower and lower, revealing more and more of that gorgeous, veined cock, until finally with one final tug, the fabric pulled free, and his big dick sprang free.

  And I just freaking moaned.

  I mean fuck me, had he gotten even bigger? I didn’t know if that was even possible, but all I did know was that I wanted him, badly. I leaned forward as my eyes slid up to his, and slowly, I opened my mouth, and sank it down over his swollen crown.

  Fuck, I’d missed that.

  I moaned eagerly as I felt my small mouth stretch around his thick cock. Rowan hissed in pleasure as my tongue swirled around his fat head, and when his hands dropped to my hair, I shivered. He never forced me or anything, but we’d learned long ago how much I loved him taking control. And his hands tangling in my hair with my lips around his cock drove me wild.

  I hummed eagerly, slurping wetly on his swollen cock as his hands tightened in my hair. Arousal exploded through me, and I couldn’t even stop myself if I wanted to when I dropped one hand between my legs. I whimpered as I stroked my eager pussy while I sucked his big cock, and Rowan groaned when he saw what I was doing.

  “You m
aking that little pussy nice and wet for me, baby girl?” he growled, making me moan eagerly. “Play with that pretty pussy and get it so fucking wet, baby. Get it mess and ready for my fat cock, because I’m going to make you mine all fucking over again.”

  I moaned throatily around his huge dick, sucking and slurping on him eagerly as I rubbed my clit. Rowan grunted, his hips pushing slightly as he eased his fat girth in and out of my pouty lips, pushing his swollen head dripping precum all over my tongue. Pleasure rippled through me as I rubbed my clit with one hand and teased my other one up his thighs to cup his huge, heavy, cum-filled balls. I sucked harder, wanting him desperately.

  I wanted to taste him. I wanted that thrill of power that always came when he’d fill my mouth with his hot cum. And I wanted it now. I moaned as I slurped eagerly, bobbing my lips up and down his cock while I teased his balls. But suddenly, Rowan groaned and pulled me gently away from him, my hair still tangled around his fist.

  “Fuck, baby,” he grunted, panting as his muscles rippled and clenched.

  “Get back here,” I gasped. “I want to—”

  “I know what you want, dirty girl,” he growled, making me whimper. “And you’ll get it later. But right now, I’m not waiting another second for this.”

  His hand pushed between my legs, tugging my fingers away and sinking a finger deep in my pussy. I moaned hungrily as he pushed me back onto the bed and climbed onto it, moving between my legs. I gasped, wrapping my legs around his thighs and watching as he stroked his big cock right above my pussy.