Rourke
I DROVE BACK TO the house with Six’s hand enveloped in mine. I had no fucking clue how we’d ended up like this, and I didn’t want to tempt fate by trying to figure it out. All I knew was Six wanted me, and I felt more contented than I had in weeks. Maybe I said too much tonight, let Six in a little bit too far, but I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t feel good to get it all off my chest.
I never really talked about what went down between me and Britt. I just brushed it under the rug and kept going, never stopping long enough to analyze what a fucking idiot I had been. It was embarrassing for me. It would be for any guy. I didn’t want a pity party. My girlfriend broke my heart. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.
Six didn’t judge me or make me feel like a dumbass for sticking around. She was protective and angry and hurt on my behalf. I liked it. Having someone who cared. I had a feeling she did. Or maybe I just wanted to believe she did?
Christ, why had I waited so long for this?
Why the hell had I fought so hard to deny the connection between us?
I’d always known it was there; I had felt it the moment I laid my eyes on her at our parent’s wedding.
Six sat in the passenger seat of my truck, looking all cute and sexy in her school uniform, and it took every ounce of my self- control to keep my eyes on the road ahead of us and not on her bare thighs where her skirt rode up.
When we got home and I walked her to her bedroom door, she turned and looked at me with a confused expression etched on her pretty face. I knew Six wanted more from me tonight – she was expecting more.
One look in those big grey eyes and I could see the desire. Fuck, I wanted it, too, but her vulnerability had taken ahold of something inside of me and I was hell bent on making her comfortable. She wasn’t just vulnerable; she was innocent.
A virgin.
Six was fucking perfect and untouched.
Oh, I was having her alright, but when she was really ready. The fact that she so willingly offered herself to me sparked something inside of me. Something possessive and dominant. Knowing Six wanted me to be the first one inside her was one hell of an ego boost.
“Night, Six,” I whispered, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before stepping away from temptation. I wasn’t going to rush this – her.
“Yeah, um, goodnight, Rourke,” she replied with a blush as she tucked her hair behind her ears.
Nodding, I turned around while I still had the strength to and walked down the hallway to my room.
When I was halfway inside, Six called out, “Rourke?”
I swung back around to face her. “Yeah?”
“Thank you for dinner tonight.” She grinned at me with this huge, megawatt smile before saying, “It is customary to thank someone when they buy you dinner, remember?”
I threw my head back and laughed. “No problem.”
Six smiled once more before waving me off, and I stood in the doorway of my room watching her every move as she disappeared.
When I heard the door click behind her, I shook my head and released the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
Oh yeah, I was so fucked.
Mercedes
IT WAS PAST four in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I was assaulted by the memory of the last couple of days with Rourke. Frustrated was an understatement for the way I was feeling right now.
Burning with anxiety and driven by lust, I threw my covers off and climbed out of bed. Padding to my bedroom door, I quietly pulled it open and slipped onto the landing.
Yeah, I had feelings for Rourke. Big, angry, swallowing-me-whole feelings. I had no clue what to do with those feelings, but they were there.
I agreed. I gave in to this stupid ‘friends with benefits’ deal and he had taken a sudden step back from me, slamming the brakes on our impending affair. Could you even call it an affair at seventeen? Rourke definitely wasn’t my boyfriend, but I hated the word fling. It reminded me too much of my mother. And although the word affair wasn’t much better, it seemed much more appropriate.
This is temporary.
Growing attached to Rourke was not a sensible thing for me to do. In fact, it was downright crazy. He couldn’t give me what I needed. He’d told me exactly that. A boy like Rourke Owens wasn’t one a girl walked away from unscathed. Just look at Britt for Christ’s sake. She was a black hearted mess over the guy. And I was nowhere close to being as tough as her. This was my first time...
I hovered outside his bedroom for what felt like forever before forcing myself to turn the handle of his door and creep inside.
Rourke’s bedroom was in complete darkness, illuminated only by the full moon shining in from the floor to ceiling window; identical to the one in my room.
The full moon glowing through the glass allowed me to see him, and the moment my eyes landed on his sleeping frame, something tight knotted inside of me.
He was lying face down on his bed with the pillow his head was resting on tucked in the crook of his right arm.
Long, lush lashes framed his high cheekbones; lashes that any girl would die to have. His dark hair was sexily disheveled and, to my utter disappointment, he was wearing both a t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts.
Holding my breath, I padded over to his bed and just stood there for a moment, plotting. I debated retreating to my bedroom for a brief moment before shutting that notion down. I wasn’t going back to my room to toss and turn until the sun came up.
No freaking way…
“Rourke?” I whispered into the darkness, desperate to hear his voice and have him comfort me. “Are you awake?”
What a dumb thing to ask.
I knew he wasn’t awake.
Shaking my head at my own stupidity, I leaned over him and gently touched his shoulder with trembling fingers. “Rourke?”
He didn’t budge.
My eyes flickered to the black traveler’s notebook laying open and face down on the mattress. Curiosity burned inside me at the sight of the familiar notebook. I’d seen Rourke with this tattered old thing on many occasions since coming to live here. What did he keep in there? Was it his journal or something? Did boys keep journals? None I’d ever met.
Don’t do it, Mercy!
Don’t touch it…
“Six?” Rourke’s voice caught me by surprise and I gasped before quickly snatching my hand away. “What’s wrong?” he asked, tone sleepy as he rolled onto his back and looked up at me, accidentally knocking the notebook on the floor.
“I, um…” How did I answer this without sounding completely pathetic, not to mention desperate? “I can’t sleep,” I finally offered. It was a lame excuse to be in his room in the middle of the night, but it was mostly the truth. Of course, I left out the part where I wanted to spend the rest of the night having him kiss me senseless.
A slow smile crept across his face. “Is that so?” His voice was gruff and thick from sleep, and yet held an undeniable hint of humor.
“Yeah.” I nodded, feeling like a dope. I moved to fold my arms in front of my stomach, but Rourke reached out and grabbed my hand.
Tugging hard, Rourke pulled me onto his bed and sat me on his lap, straddling his hips. “How can I help?” His hands automatically moved to my hips, his fingertips pressing into my skin. “Six?” He rocked his hips upwards at the same time as pulling my body down hard on him.
Exhaling heavily, I dropped my hands to his chest and sagged forward. “This isn’t helping,” I breathed, feeling his erection press between my legs. The feeling of him grinding so close to where no other had been before made it hard for me to focus. “Like…really isn’t helping.”
“No?” Rourke whispered, repeating the movement, and this time I moaned loudly. He chuckled softly, tightening and then retightening his hold on my hips. “What about this?” he asked seconds before reaching under the hem of my tank top and whipping it over my head.
I watched, stunned, as Rourke flung my tank on his bedroom floor and sat forward. “Better?” he quipped, his lips inches from mine.
“I don’t know,” I replied breathily. “I think I’m, uh, still a little over dressed.”
Smirking, Rourke took a slow appraisal of my body. “I think you’re right,” he whispered huskily when his gaze landed on my lacy black bra.
I had to close my eyes when he trailed his fingers up my sides, moving ever so slowly to my bra. When his fingers found the fabric covering my breasts, Rourke reached up and slipped each strap down my shoulders before trailing his hands behind my back and freeing my bra clasp with an efficiency that should have worried me.
It didn’t.
I was too turned on to care how many bras Rourke had taken off. I only cared that it was my bra he was removing right now.
The low growl Rourke released when my breasts sprang free caused a pool of wetness between my legs. My clit throbbed, desperate for attention, my nipples puckered and strained.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Six,” he told me, eyes roaming over my naked skin.
I watched him watching me, the moment almost too intimate to take. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you,” he told me, reaching out to palm one of my breasts. “In that tight, red dress…” He circled my nipple with his fingers. “And these.” Dipping his head, he pressed a soft kiss to each of my breasts before pulling one pebbled nipple into his hot, wet mouth and sucking. “Jesus, Six,” he groaned, releasing my nipple with a loud pop. “I don’t have words, baby.”
Neither did I.
Unable to form a coherent sentence, I sagged forward and wrapped my arms around Rourke’s neck. He rewarded my move by jerking out from beneath me and rolling me onto my back in one fluid movement.
Oh yeah, this guy knew what he was doing.
I watched as Rourke reached a hand behind him and tugged his shirt over his head before tossing it on the floor. The intensity of his gaze had me pinned to the bed as he stared down at me through dark, hooded lashes.
My eyes took in his hard, chiseled chest and his toned, ripped stomach muscles that seemed to clench and contract every time he breathed. God, he was so beautiful. The trail of dark hair from his navel, disappearing under the waistband of his boxers was so fucking hot, I wanted to lick it.
I was hot, wet, and painfully horny. I knew that was a word most associated with men, but I didn’t give a shit. I was horny, plain and simple.
Deep down inside, I knew the sensible thing to do would be to put my clothes back on and go back to my room, but what I wanted was to take him inside of my body. I knew I would never forgive myself if I walked away now. My heart was racing so hard in my chest, I found myself breathing faster; exhaling in short, puffy breaths.
I was still struggling to understand why he wanted me. Why me? When he could have had a girl who would give him whatever he wanted. Why on earth did he want me?
“Are you okay?” Rourke whispered from above me, distracting me from my thoughts.
My thighs fell open of their own accord and Rourke settled between them, pressing his hard cock against my aching pussy. I still had my pajama shorts and undies on, but it didn’t feel like I did. He was hard and hot and arousing me with pressure alone.
The moment my head hit the pillow, Rourke’s lips landed on mine, warm, commanding and undeniably welcome.
I felt my body go pliant beneath him, my lips opening to his persuasive probing, my hips rising up to meet his every thrust.
“You good, Six?” Rourke whispered against my lips. I nodded and tightened my arms around his neck, clutching him to me. I was good. Incredibly good.
“All good,” I replied, lips still melded to his as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “All very, very…good.”
I felt him smile against my lips. “You’re so fucking adorable.”
I had no idea how to respond to that, so I didn’t. Instead, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of having Rourke Owens kiss the hell out of me. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him back just as deeply, massaging his tongue with mine.
We continued to kiss – just kiss – for what felt like forever before Rourke eventually broke the kiss, pulling away from me with a pained growl.
Rolling off me, Rourke twisted onto his side and pulled my back flush to his chest before covering us with the blanket. “Night, Six,” he whispered and then pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder.
What the hell?
Goodnight?
“Why haven’t you tried to fuck me, Rourke?” I blurted out, thankful for the darkened room so Rourke couldn’t see just how red I had turned. “You hunted me down. I’ve agreed, and yet, no sex. I don’t get it.” I don’t get you. “Do you not want to anymore?”
“Christ, Six,” he bit out. “You have no idea how much I want to bury myself inside of you.”
“Then why haven’t you?” my voice sounded whiney, but I didn’t give a shit. Rourke had me all riled up and now he wanted to cuddle? Ugh. “Is it because I’m a virgin?” I demanded. “Do you not want me now?”
“I want you more because of it,” he growled, tightening his arm around me. “I want you so fucking badly I can hardly think straight, but I’m not going to rush this. You need something from me. I’m going to give that to you. Then we can talk about sex.”
“But I’m ready now,” I shot back with a pout. “I was ready those other times, too, you know.” It was the truth. I couldn’t explain it, but I was one hundred percent ready to give my all to this guy.
“I’m not going to rush you.” Rourke slipped a hand under the covers and rested it on my hip. The move sent shivers through me and I involuntarily moaned. “I can wait,” he added in a gruff tone. “I’m not going anywhere, Six.”
“But you said this is temporary,” I complained, wiggling against his erection.
Rourke stilled for a moment before thrusting himself against me, pressing the hard erection against me. “I know what I said.”
“If it’s temporary, then what are you waiting for?”
“Six.” A pained sound tore from deep in his chest. “I’m trying to do the right thing by you here, baby.”
“Well the right thing sucks,” I grumbled, huffing out a breath. “I feel like I’ve turned you off me by being a virgin and now you’re too damn polite to say so.”
“Goddammit.” Muttering a string of curse words, he tossed me onto my back before settling on his knees below me, hands resting on the waistband of my pajama shorts.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I breathed, watching as he knelt between my legs.
“I’m making you come,” Rourke growled as he dragged both my shorts and panties down my legs and tossing them away. Leaning over me, Rourke tipped his finger against my nose and smirked. “And then maybe we’ll both get some sleep.”
“Don’t do me any favors,” I muttered sullenly.
Rourke stifled a growl as he slowly moved down my body, leaving a trail of kisses on my stomach in his wake. “Six, just shut the fuck up and let me taste your pussy.”
Did he just?”
Oh yeah, he did…
My eyelids fluttered shut when his mouth descended on me, his tongue snaking out to probe my swollen clit. I was aching, pulsing, and when he touched me I almost bucked clean off the bed.
“Relax,” he coaxed, resting my legs over his shoulders. Pulling me closer with his hands, he stroked me slowly, eyes locked on my face, watching my reaction. “Does that feel good, Six?”
I nodded frantically, clutching at his sheets as he spread me open with his fingers and lapped at me with his tongue.
“Fuck,” I cried out when he bit down on my clit and tugged. The sensation was pleasure bordering on pain and it caused a fierce jolt of arousal to rise inside of me.
It was too much and not nearly enough all rolled into one.
Rourke didn’t let up either. No, he continued to torture me with his mouth and hands, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm before pulling away at the last minute, leaving me crying out in frustration in his arms.
“Relax,” he repeated, coaxing me back down on the mattress with his hand. “Let me make this good for you.”
Good for me?
It was already freaking fabulous for me.
“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” he whispered, slipping a finger inside of me. “I’ve been in a permanent state of semi-hardness since you came here.”
“Use it,” I begged. “Please. Put it inside me.”
“God baby,” he groaned, fingers moving more urgent now. “You trying to kill me or something?”
“No. I’m trying to get you to fuck me.” I shook my head and cried out. “Please, Rourke,” I whined, bucking my hips upwards. “Make me come.”
He touched me again, shutting me up with those skilled fingers and freaking fantastic mouth. The feeling was phenomenal. His touch was so welcoming. It was like he had electric currents under his fingertips and every touch shot a bolt of sizzling, delicious electricity through my body straight to my swollen clit.
“How do I rank in the friendship stakes?” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my clit, and ignoring my feeble protests.
“The best,” I rambled, rocking and shaking beneath. “The very best. In fact, you’ve been promoted to best friend already!”
“Good,” he teased. “I love promotions.”
“Uh-huh.” Grabbing a pillow, I dragged it to my face and bit down hard, moaning loudly when I felt his tongue run the length of my slit before plunging inside me. “Oh my god…Rourke!”