Chapter 8
Rowan
“It’s been two days. She isn’t going to call.” I take a swig from my beer bottle and glance at my fairly new houseguest. The puppy looks up at me and barks. Well, it’s more of a squeaky howl since she’s just a tiny pup. “Because I saw it in her eyes.”
She tilts her head and yaps again.
“I don’t even know why I care,” I tell her. “Grace is a stranger. I just gave her my number because I didn’t want to outright offer money. I didn’t want to embarrass her.”
Dog—I still haven’t thought of a name— lets out a howl in response.
“You’re right. Maybe I should have offered money. Then I wouldn’t be sitting here feeling guilty as if I failed her... a total stranger.”
The puppy gives up on our conversation and takes off across the living room floor to attack one of my boots resting in a corner. Shaking my head, I let out a long breath. “I’m talking to a damn puppy. No one can ever know about this.”
I’ve decided to keep Dog... her. It’s been almost two weeks, and she seems comfortable here. I thought about it, and I concluded that I’d be a huge dickbag to just abandon her at a shelter. The little fluff ball is quickly growing on me. And my house, which is too big for one person, doesn’t feel as empty.
Seeing that my tiny companion is occupied destroying my footwear, I put my empty bottle down and head for the shower. Maybe by some miracle, I’ll wash away my fixation on Grace. It’s getting a little disturbing.
Minutes later, under the spray of warm water, Grace is still in my head. So much so that I’m harder than a rock. I’ve lost count of the amount of time I’ve jacked off to her image. To those heart-shaped lips, those mesmerizing eyes, those killer curves. I’ve pictured her naked countless time and, in my fantasies, fucked her in every possible position.
I have reels of mentally created pornos featuring Grace in my head, for Christ’s sake. There’s even one of her showing up at the station wearing nothing but sexy, strappy heels and my oversized turnout jacket. We go on to do some X-rated things on top of a fire truck. Clearly, I need help.
I’m about to get off with thoughts of her yet again because my hand is already stroking my dick. Closing my eyes, I conjure Grace as I’ve done many times. I picture her here with me, soaked from the rain shower. Her hair is slicked back, showing off her high cheekbones and flushed skin. Droplets of water trail down her body. I use a knuckle to follow the path of one droplet down her cheek, her neck and to her chest, right between her breasts. Her skin is like warm silk. I wonder if this is how she really feels.
Cupping her nape, I pull her closer and bend to tease her lips open with mine. Delving deeper, I greedily feast on her sweet mouth until she’s moaning. I wanted to taste her like this when I visited her at the hospital—it had been so tempting. Now, I have to settle for doing it in my mind. I ravish her mouth until we’re both breathless and I have no choice but to pull away to take a breath.
“Tell me how to please you, Rowan.”
Her breathy request makes my cock jump in my hand. That’s exactly what I’d want her to say if this was real. I’d respond with, “Get on your knees.”
I can virtually feel Grace’s hands sliding down my chest and abdomen as she obeys my command. Her soft hand replaces my rough, calloused one around my cock, and I groan. Her strokes are nice, but a little too gentle.
“Harder,” I tell her.
Her fist tightens around my shaft and her movement quickens. My jaw clenches with the effort not to explode too fast. Her touch is incredible—at least, I imagine it is.
“I want you to suck me off, Grace.”
Opening my eyes to gaze down at her, I’m entranced by the picture. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and brimming with desire, and her lips are wet and glowing from my kiss. But it’s the way her mouth hovers at the tip of my cock that drives me wild.
Her tongue darts out to lick the precum settled there and I almost lose it. One hand on her neck and the other fisting her hair, I pull her closer until I’m sliding between her lips. Throwing my head back, I groan her name, revelling in the hot wetness engulfing me.
Grace is so perfect she doesn’t protest when I thrust harder and deeper. She moans her pleasure and grabs onto the back of my thighs as if begging for more. Her eyes flutter open and we make eye contact. That’s what pushes me over the edge—staring into her captivating eyes while she has me in her mouth.
With a roar, I erupt so hard you’d think I haven’t orgasmed in years. “Holy fuck,” I grunt, shuddering. Fantasy Grace fades away, leaving me with my cock back in my hand and my juices swirling down the drain with the water. The real thing would have been better, but the fantasies are hot enough to get me off, so I’m temporarily satisfied.
As I clean up, I have to admit, I’m worried. Obsessing over someone I barely know can’t be healthy. Grace isn’t even my type. I’ve avoided too young and innocent for a specific reason—to save them from me and the heartbreak I’m sure to leave behind. The way Grace looks at me is already worrisome. Those stars in her eyes are probably just from gratitude, but still reason to be cautious.
Yet, I’m going to see her again. Getting this involved might be crazy, but I know I won’t have any peace of mind until I help her get back on her feet.
Surely, after that, she’ll stop haunting my thoughts.