Chapter 50

Background color
Font
Font size
Line height

    Warning for the young readers: Steamy scene ahead  folks. Trying to keep it PG 13 😉Hope you enjoy this chapter.

****

Alana

I shivered as he nibbled and tasted my skin, each lick, each kiss ignited a fire. One led to the other, until I whispered for him to keep going. A heap of clothes lay on the floor. His eyes widened when he watched me in all of my naked glory.

"You're so beautiful, Alana."

I took his hand in mine and urged him to keep touching me. I whispered. "Please tell me you haven't said that same line to every woman you have slept with."

Rowan groaned. "Baby, let's not talk about anyone else when we are together."

His breath tickled my inner thigh as he repeated the same process of licks and nibs. I thought invisible wings had somehow pulled me higher and higher. There was a fierce fluttering deep within my stomach.

He was taking it so ridiculously slow that I had to remind him about the "hardcore" part, but of course it was Rowan we were talking about, he kept saying I couldn't handle it. Then I heard the sound of the ripping of the foil and he was rolling on a condom.

He began kissing me hard again, a long lingering kiss that made us both breathless. He came up for air and said, "I won't lie, baby. It's going to hurt because it's your first time."

I just nodded waiting for it.

"You're sure about this right?"

"Yes." I said closing my eyes.

"There's no turning back." He reminded me.

"Just shut the fuck up and do it!" I said clearly irritated.

He thrust so hard inside me that I felt the pain rip through my entire body, mixed with pleasure. Then Rowan realized what he had done and he apologized profusely and I kept telling him it was alright. He pulled out and then was thrusting again, slowly this time. His eyes fluttered closed and when he opened them, I saw his mocha eyes turn darker with the pure carnal desire. With every thrust, it got better.

"I...I love you, Alana." He whispered at the peak of a climax.

"I love you, too."

I remembered snuggling close to Rowan and falling asleep in his strong arms. I woke up in the middle of the night when I felt Rowan caressing by shoulder and placing lingering kisses all over my bare shoulder blade.

"You awake?" he asked between kisses.

I turned around to face him. I raised my hand to touch his face and brushed the wild locks of curls from his face. "You seem worried about something. What is it?"

"Did you like it?" he asked.

"The sex?"

He nodded.

"Of course I did. Why do you ask?" I was amused.

"Because I'd hate it if you said it was boring or awkward. I want it to be me making love to you for the rest of our lives."

I laughed. Was that an indirect proposal?

"I feel the same way."

He smiled and stared into space out for a good few seconds. I reached inside the covers to touch him, but realized he was already wearing boxers.

Rowan finally decided to throw a grenade at me, the type I hadn't seen coming from a mile away. "Don't take this in a wrong way Alana, I've had this on my mind for a while."

"I'm listening." I said, tracing the soft line of hair on his chest.

"I was wondering if you'd like to move in here with me." He said softly, his voice barely audible to my ears. His eyes were silently watching me, gauging my reaction. Even in the dark, I could tell he was anxious for my answer.

"What?"

"Would you like to live together with me and Minnie here?"

I gaped at him. The thought of moving in with Rowan, the consequences of living under one roof, 24/7 with him frightened me for some reason. We had been past all the insecurities, a bad breakup and everything bad a relationship could offer, but somehow I feared that his issues, and his mood swings would drive us apart and I wouldn't be able to do anything. As much as I wanted so much to live with him, I wondered if it would lead to a major disaster.

I shrugged. "I would have loved to but..."

"But what?" the disappointment in his voice was evident and I cringed.

"I don't think I'm ready to move in at the moment. My dad and I, we are on good terms now and he's been paying surprise visits when he gets time off and I really didn't have time to explain about us."

"Okay." He said. "I'll meet him if you want and talk to him."

"Yeah...but..." I was making up excuses again. How was I supposed to admit that I was scared. Scared that I wouldn't be able to handle him and this love we had between us would shatter and become an illusion.

"Are you ashamed of me?" He asked. I recognized that look. It was the old Rowan all over again.

"I'm not." My voice came out frail. "How could you even think like that?"

"Then what's the problem? We both love each other, we want to be together, I could help you with your assignments and you could save all that money on your rent. It's what I want, but now that I think about it, I'm starting to wonder if it's just me who is building castles in the dark. Am I imagining everything?"

"Don't be like that, Rowan. You do know how much I love you."

He didn't say a word, just continued staring at the ceiling. A few seconds ticked by and he turned away from me and faced the other side of the bed. He was upset. His body language told me I'd screwed this up big time.

I moved closer and slid my arm around his middle. "I promise I'll come on weekends. I'll stay here two days a week. Is that okay?"

He grasped my arm and dropped it, a clear signal that he didn't want me to touch him. I missed that old Rowan who talked and screamed, but literally spoke his mind. The new improved Rowan scared me more. The silent treatment was killing me.

"Baby, are you listening to me?"

"Stop talking, Alana." His voice was low. "Just go to sleep."

I knew pushing him further would only lead to a heated conversation and I really wasn't in a mood for more bickering.

****

I woke up with the sunlight pouring through the curtains. I checked the clock on the wall and the time was 10:00 am. I realized Rowan had woken up early, but then I was surprised to hear the sound of the water running in the shower.

I turned the knob of the bathroom and it easily gave away. I walked inside the fully white and cream tiled bathroom with a massive hot tub, sort of which you see on tv in those luxurious bathrooms in hotels. The doors to the shower was closed, but since they were transparent glass doors, I could see the shadow of his tall naked body from my vantage point.

Would he throw me out if I walked inside with him?

Either he would throw me out or just plain ignore me while I stood there drooling at him, because it was Rowan we were talking about here.

The thought of going into the bath with him excited me. I slid the glass door trying to make as little sound as possible. Rowan leaned against the tile under the shower. Water droplets dripped his firm torso and down his perfectly toned abs. I had a sudden surge to trail kisses over his brawny chest, the slight chest hair was slightly visible and followed a path right beneath the navel and disappeared. My eyes travelled to his chiseled jaw.

Every atom in my body screamed Greek God.

His mocha eyes leveled with mine as he watched me slid off the blanket I'd been holding to cover myself. I stepped into the warm spray and I pulled his wet mouth over mine. He didn't protest, neither did he say a word. We were a blur of rough touches, bites and moans. He hoisted me up in his arms and pinned me against the wet slippery tiles. The next thing I knew, he was entering me slowly. I dug my fingers into his back as he licked the drops of water from my neck, moving in and out. I began matching his rhythm.

I was dying. I thought I was in heaven until it was over and we were just bathing under the shower. He hadn't said a single word other than responding with moans.

He was out of the shower before me, and I tried to clear my head as I got dressed in a change of clothes that I'd brought with me. It was a Sunday, so we had planned to meet Minnie at a nearby restaurant for lunch at 1:00 pm. As soon as I entered the kitchen, aroma of eggs and sausages entered my nostrils and tingled my taste buds.

I settled down on the island stool staring at his back as he served the breakfast in a plate and pushed it towards me like an old lunch lady at school who was annoyed with her cooking job. He wasn't making any eye contact and that made me wonder what the hell happened in the shower. I thought that love making in the shower would surely solve the problem. Most normal men I knew would do anything if their girl was ready to spread her legs. Rowan, I realized, wasn't among the normal category.

I tore a piece of toast and sunny side egg toppings and shoveled it down. "Rowan, I'm sitting at your table eating the breakfast you have cooked in case you are thinking I've loaned the invisibility cloak again."

"I can see that." He said, deadpan. "Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

I felt sore. My legs felt heavy like I'd been trekking the Himalayas for weeks, but I also felt oddly satisfied. "I'm fine." I said.

"Juice or coffee?" He asked, opening the refrigerator.

I said juice so he poured me an entire glass full of OJ.

"Why are you still in a bad mood? I thought we clearly made up in the shower."

"Did we?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee. He brought his plate to the island and plopped down in the stool opposite mine with two toasts and a sausage.

I dropped the fork on the table with a clank. "Why are you acting like a jerk?"

"Because apparently, that's what I am. A fucking jerk for wanting his girlfriend to come live with him. I thought maybe that's what even you wanted. We've been apart for two years. I told you before, I'm saying it again, without communication we are not going anywhere in this relationship. It's a dead end, and you're making this even more difficult for me, Alana because I don't have a PHD in mind reading."

"I'm scared." I admitted.

"Scared of what?"

"I don't want to lose you. What if I move in and we start bickering like before? What if you lash out and what if I can't handle it? I can't have you packing and leaving me alone again."

He pulled me towards him and hugged me close. "I will never leave you. I promise. As long as I'm breathing, my life, body, heart, it's all yours baby."

I knew he meant every word.

"I love you so much." I said. "I can move in with you next week."

I can't believe I agreed to it. Who could resist those puppy brown eye.

Rowan shook his head and kissed me noisily on the lips. "You don't have to. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."

"Thanks for understanding and sorry for calling you a jerk."

"It's alright, baby. I'm used to it." He said and I laughed as I reached for my cell phone and dialed a number.

"Who are you calling?" Rowan asked.

I let the phone ring and pressed on the speakers.

"Hey baby girl, how are you?" I heard my dad's cheerful voice on the other end.

"Daddy, I'm doing good. How are you holding up?"

"I'm great. So, what's the occasion? It's very unusual of you to call me today."

Rowan's eyes were raised. Obviously the wheels were turning in his head.

"Daddy, what are you doing next weekend?" I asked in my sweetest most daddy's-little-girl voice I could muster.

"Your mother is going to your grandpa's so I'll be alone. Are you planning to come over?"

Rowan realized what I was about to do, he took my hand in his and squeezed it gently. I knew he was feeling edgy.

"You remember I spoke to you about Rowan?" I was starting to pick on Rowan's nervousness.

"Yeah, I do recall. But, I thought you said you were dating his brother, what's his name again? Tony, was it?" Dad sounded genuinely confused. I groaned at that comment. Putting the call on speakers was a bad idea.

Rowan's face had morphed into a hard and furious expression. He raked his fingers through his hair.

"That was a misunderstanding, Daddy. I'm dating Rowan now." I said feeling embarrassed with myself.

"Okay. So what does that have to do with anything?"

"I was wondering if it's okay if I brought Rowan along with me next weekend when I come home. He wants to meet you."

There was silence on the other end for a good few seconds. Then he said, "Sure. Bring him along. Would be nice to finally meet the man who has been the topic of controversy for as long as I remember." I couldn't ignore the hint of sarcasm there.

After talking for a few more minutes, dad told me he had to run some errands so he hung up.

Rowan still appeared to be lost in his thoughts. I touched his cheek lovingly. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"You think your dad will like me?" he asked.

I smiled. "I think he will love you."

****

A.N: Hey! Hope y'all enjoyed reading this chapter What do you think will happen when Rowan meets Alana's father? would really love to see your thoughts on it. Thanks so much for all the amazing support.

Please don't forget to Vote and Comment telling me what you guys think 😊

You are reading the story above: TeenFic.Net