Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
I came so hard that it was impossible to hold back when I screamed his name.
Satisfied, his rhythm slowed—changed. His hips began jerking against my own, and I knew what it meant.
“Wait!” I struggled to free myself from his arms, but they tightened around me, making my heart drop when he held me still. “Please don’t,” I begged. “Please, Owen. I’m not—you can’t—”
Rowdy shoved inside me one last time and came inside my unprotected body with a long groan that was both barbaric and obscene.
I knew it was all for Ruen’s benefit.
And to teach me a lesson.
The bathroom had fallen quiet, but I knew. She was still on the other side, waiting, listening.
“Oh, God.” I palmed my face as I struggled to catch my breath. Why couldn’t she have left? There was no way I could face her now.
Unfazed, Rowdy didn’t say a word as he slowly pulled out of me. He then dug inside my clutch hanging on the hook and pulled out a couple of the wipes he knew I kept inside before cleaning himself and then me with a fresh one. Tossing them both inside the toilet and then flushing, he pulled my skirt back over my ass before reaching around me to unlock the door, but I refused to move so he could open it.
“Don’t be shy now.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek. “Come on.”
I finally shifted to the side and let him open the door.
My gaze was stuck on the floor as Rowdy forced me from the stall with a firm hand on my waist.
“The next time you two want to fuck on my behalf,” Ruen said, coming into view when she abandoned her perch on the sink and rescued my tattered thong that had fallen from my leg. “Either invite me to join or leave me out of it.”
“Thanks,” Rowdy said as he snatched my torn panties from her and trashed them. I swear it was like déjà vu with these two quietly pissing over me. “I’ll remember that.”
Oh, God.
Wait…
What?
I looked up at Rowdy, who was already staring down at me, watching carefully for my reaction, but I didn’t give him one. Instead, I moved away from him over to the sink while being careful not to stand too close to Ruen.
Why wasn’t she leaving?
I risked a glance her way and found her watching Rowdy, a mocking sneer on her lips. As if she felt me watching, I saw the minute shift of her gaze my way—long enough to see me mouth, “Please don’t.”
Her lips twisted wryly before she finally straightened and started to leave. At the door, she paused with one foot over the threshold as she looked over her shoulder at me. “I guess this means you won’t be sleeping over?”
Before I could tell her no, we both heard the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked.
Ruen laughed like we didn’t both know Rowdy wouldn’t hesitate to kill her before calmly leaving with a dainty wave of her fingers.
My gaze flew to the mirror in time to see Rowdy tucking his gun back inside his waist.
“Is it really that serious?”
“Hell yeah. I didn’t write my name all over that pussy for nothing.” He jerked his chin toward the sink to get me going. “Wash your hands so we can go.”
“Okay.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and I tried not to simper like a love-sick fool.
I wasn’t in love. Not yet. But I was a fool.
I dried my hands and then moisturized them because there was nothing cute about ashy knuckles, and then we left the bathroom together, hand in hand.
Rowdy might not have cared about the dirty looks thrown our way, but I did. I knew he must have threatened to shoot the women waiting if they came inside, which was why the line had become twice as long as it was before. It felt like I was doing the walk of shame as the women turned up their noses at me. One high-fived me though.
They probably all heard me taking that dick.
“Wait.” I stopped in my tracks when Rowdy attempted to pull me toward the exit. “I need to let Demi know that I’m leaving so she doesn’t worry.”
Rowdy scowled, but he didn’t argue as he followed me back to the VIP area, where Mylah, Chrissy, and Zoey stood on the couches, shaking their asses like they were being paid for it. I couldn’t help smiling at their antics and would have joined them if Rowdy hadn’t chosen that moment to rest his arm around my shoulder, keeping me by his side.
“Don’t even think about it,” he whispered in my ear. “Now, say what you got to say, and let’s go.”
“Whatever.”
I searched the section for Demi but didn’t see her or Kingsley. My gaze roamed the surrounding area until I found them standing a few feet away near the glass half-wall overlooking the dance floor. I escaped from underneath Rowdy’s arm and approached them with caution since it looked like they were having a private conversation.