He did it quickly, frantic and furious, pushing my soaked panties aside so he could slam into me, so I could fucking impale myself on him.

I threw my head back in pleasure, Rowan’s hand on my hip, pressing me down on his cock relentlessly.

His other hand cradled the back of my head, pulling it down so my eyes met his.

“Yeah, you gonna ride me like a good girl?” he asked, his rough voice enhancing the sensations flooding my system.

I nodded, breathless already. My orgasm built up inside of me as I fucked him furiously.

“You gonna let me come inside you?”

I paused my riding, but only for a split second.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Gonna let me plant a baby in you, Nora?”

My body reveled at the words, shuddering as my orgasm rushed toward me.

“Yes,” I rasped without hesitation.

“Milk my fuckin’ cock then, cupcake.”

My body rushed to obey him. Even as my orgasm bowled me over, I kept going, kept riding as Rowan exploded into me, sending me into another orgasm that damn near obliterated my world.

“Fuck,” Rowan breathed as we both came down to earth, my forehead resting against his.

“Didn’t think fuckin’ you could feel better,” he rasped. “But emptying my cock into you?” He shook his head. “Best feeling in the fuckin’ world.” He clasped my neck so our eyes met. “I’ll be doing that every time we fuck until we put a baby in there, and every time after.”

What could a girl say to that?

* * *

It wasn’t until we got home that I got the chance to talk to Rowan about the moment at the table.

We had showered—together, as usual—so I was bundled up in my robe, and Rowan was wearing low slung pajama pants I got him for Christmas. I made a mental note to get them in every color.

We were sitting on the armchairs in my bedroom, drinking wine, enjoying each other’s company.

“What happened to Kip?” I asked Rowan cautiously.

He sighed. “Figured you caught that.”

“If you don’t want to tell me, it’s okay,” I said quickly.

“No, cupcake, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, it’s just…” He ran his hand through his hair. “Fuck, it’s not somethin’ I’ve spoken about since it happened. Kip does everything in his power not to think about it. We were best friends growing up,” he began, readjusting his position to fully face me. “Inseparable. Both of us knew we wanted to join the Navy. Be a SEAL. He waited till I turned eighteen so we could go together. Figured we’d probably get split up, especially since BUD/S has such a low success rate.” He grinned without humor. “But both of us are stubborn bastards and made it through. Before we deployed, Kip came home, married his high school sweetheart. Girl he loved with all his heart. Who somehow understood why he needed to go fight a war half a world away. His family had some fucked up shit goin’ on, he had stuff to prove to them and himself. She was steadfast over the years, with us gone more than we were home.” He shook his head. “She was a good woman. A great woman. Gave him a beautiful daughter, raised her well.”