Rowdy (A Taboo Short) (6 page)

I felt wetness on my face, tasted saltiness between our kisses, and I didn’t know if it was me or him crying. But it didn’t matter.

“Take me to the room, Rowdy,” I said against his mouth. Here was this big fighter, strong, massive in presence and form, and he wanted me. Only me.

Rowdy

I
’d planned on making love to her once I had her on my bed, but I became frenzied as I saw her naked, smelling of me, and her words playing in my head.

“I love you.”

And then I’d been a mad man with her, licking, sucking, and nipping at her flesh, making her come with my mouth, and loving the sound of her breathless pleas for more.

I had my dick lodged in her body and was sliding it in and out, trying so damn hard not to come.

Fuck, I wanted to come. I needed to deep inside of her, bathing her in the very essence of me. It was like some primal, animalistic urge I housed, and it wouldn’t go away until I’d done it.

“Come on, baby. Come for me one more time. Give it to me, Cassandra.”

She arched her neck, and her mouth opened on a silent cry as she did just that.

“Fuck. Yeah.”

The rhythmic pull of her inner muscles milking my dick would have sent me over the edge, but I was a resilient bastard right now, wanting to see my woman getting off. When her tremors subsided, I pulled out of her reluctantly and had her on her belly with a pillow under her hips only seconds later.

I pulled her legs apart again, grabbed her hips, and popped out her ass. Her cheeks spread, and I saw an unobstructed view of her asshole. God, I was going to fuck that at some point. Not now, but I would own that part of her too.

I lowered my gaze to her spread pussy. She was all juicy for me, red, swollen, and primed. I wanted, needed to see my cum slipping out of her. I moved lower and onto my belly so my face was right up in her cunt. I closed my eyes and inhaled, growling out low. She smelled sweet and musky, and I knew she tasted the same way.

I would be selfish again for only a second. At least that’s what I told myself.

I ate her out, licked her slit from pussy hole to clit, and then back down again. Shoving my tongue into her opening, I fucked her with it until she started grinding herself back against his mouth, her words garbled, incoherent as her arousal came from her in a rush.

“Oh, God. Yes, Rowdy.”

I flattened my tongue and moved it to her clit and sucked the little pearl into my mouth, humming at the same time. I then shoved a finger into her. Curling the digit around until I felt that little hidden bundle of nerves, I pushed another finger into her and started stroking. I wanted this from her, wanted her to explode for me.

I wanted to see her squirt, wanted her arousal soaking the sheets. Sucking on her clit as I went to work on her G-spot, I waited for her to give it to me.

She didn’t make me wait long.

Cassandra was murmuring incoherent things, and I moved my mouth away to watch what was about to happen, to watch what I was doing to her.

“Rowdy. Oh, God.”

“Come on, baby. Yeah, that’s it ... that is so fucking it.”

“Ahhh,” she cried out and lifted up her ass a little more. A tremor worked over her entire body as she came for me. I pulled his fingers out and went back to rubbing her clit, my focus never leaving her pussy.

“So fucking hot,” I said as she came for me, her G-spot orgasm causing clear liquid to squirt out of her and soak the sheets. My cock jerked as I watched the act, as I watched the ecstasy steal over her.

My girl was screaming now, but I didn’t stop rubbing her until she fell onto her belly, her pleas that she was sensitive making me finally pull away.

“I need to be with you,” I said, guttural, and she popped her ass out again and moaned.

I took hold of the root of my cock and started stroking myself from root to tip. Hell, I could have gotten off just from staring at her bared cunt. But then Cassandra rolled onto her back and reached for me, and I was lost to her.

“Make love to me,” she whispered. “I need you like that. Show me how much you love me.”

I wasn’t going to deny my girl.

When I was between her splayed thighs and was positioned at her entrance again, I stared into her eyes. “I love you, Cassandra. I really fucking love you.” Slowly I pushed into her, never taking my eyes off of her.

“I love you,” she said, and I closed my eyes at how good that felt. Resting my arms on either side of her head, I buried himself in her wet heat and made love to her nice and easy.

In and out.

Slow and thorough.

I felt my climax approach, and didn’t hold back this time. It started as a tingling at the base of my spine and moved quickly through me. I let it consume me.

I wasn’t going to let her go.

I came harder than I ever had. It sucked the air from my lungs, stole my sanity, and I knew that he would never be the same. Cassandra was mine, I was marking her, claiming her, and what I felt for her was real on every level.

Cassandra

I
was in shock at what Rowdy just said.

“You want to go to my father?”

He nodded, looking so damn serious. “Yeah, I don’t want us to be a secret, hiding from him. He plays a big part in both of our lives.”

I nibbled my lip. My father was very protective of me, and I mean, very protective. One of the reasons I’d been a virgin for so long was because of him, because he chased off anyone who came around. I wasn’t allowed to date, but my dad was a good man, a great man, even if he did train ruthless fighters.

“I don’t think we should do that. Not right now at least,” I said.

“Why? We have to tell him eventually, because I’m not letting you go.”

My heart skipped a beat. “My dad, he’ll kill you, Rowdy. I mean he will kill you.”

“He respects me, Cass. Trust me.”

Gripping the back of my neck, I frowned. Just the thought of going to see my dad gave me a headache. To him, I was a good girl, and believe me, I was. I did everything he ever wanted, went to school, got great grades, looked to the future. To my father Rowdy was not part of my future, or maybe he’d just never considered it.

To me, Rowdy was my entire world.

Doing this was not a sound idea. It had me scared shitless. Stepping toward him, I ran my hands up his chest and stared into his eyes. I loved his eyes, they were so strong, so filled with passion, and he made me ache to be near him.

“I’m his daughter. You’re a man he sees as family, Rowdy. How do you think he’s going to react?”

Rowdy cupped my face and tilted my head back. “He’s going to be pissed. I get that. He’ll get over it.”

“How did you react to Malachi with your sister?”

He didn’t say anything. Rowdy didn’t have to. His nose flared open, and his eyes hardened to glares. He was pissed, but that was okay. I hoped he understood why I was hesitating.

“This is different.”

“Violet is your sister, and you still had an issue with it.”

Rowdy shook his head. “It’s not the same.”

“He’s my dad.” I went on my toes, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I don’t want you to be upset if my dad decides he doesn’t like us together.”

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. “I get it. I know what you mean. Malachi is a son of a bitch, and a cocky bastard. He usually has women eating out of the palm of his hand, or whatever. I wanted better for Vi. I know I’m the best for you.”

I couldn’t stop smiling. “I love you.”

“I fucking love you. I don’t deserve a woman like you, but I love you.” He claimed my lips, and all protest ceased.

“Let me talk to him.”

“Sure.” If my dad was going to listen to anyone, it would be Rowdy or my mother. I figured I’d go to her first. “Can you not do it today?”

“Fine. I’ll wait. I’ll tell him Friday. I’ll go into the gym early. Talk to him.”

Rowdy

I
had a great respect for Eric, Cassandra’s father. He saw talent in my ability to fight, and not just dirty street fighting either, professional fighting. Entering the gym early on Friday morning, I saw that Eric was already here, and his office light was on. It was six, not many people woke this early, and I’d left Cassandra in my bed.

“You’re here early, son,” Eric said, coming out of his office.

“Just hoping to catch some time with you. Maybe have a bit of a chat,” I said.

“Sure. I’ve got some coffee brewing. One cup first thing in the morning won’t kill us.”

Putting my bag down on the floor near the ring, I entered his office, and I was suddenly drawn to all of the pictures of his family. There were so many of Cassandra, and her mother.

“I can never go too far without my girls.”

“Beautiful women.”

“Cass is growing up so fast. It scares me at times. She knows more than I ever did at her age. She makes me so damn proud.”

I was nervous. That same girl I’d been making love to, and loved more than anything, was this man’s daughter.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

Damn, this was so hard. For the first time ever, I was starting to lose my nerve. I wasn’t afraid of Eric. I respected him, and I’d never do anything to hurt him. This could hurt him though.

“I’ve met someone.”

Eric grinned. “That’s good, son.” But then he brought his brows low, as if he sensed something else. “What? Doesn’t she like you fighting?”

Just say it, you idiot.

Damn, I’d never known anything to be this complicated before in my life. Every time an obstacle stepped in my path, I did whatever I could to smash it down.

“Eric, I want to say that I respect you. You mean the world to me, but I’m in love with your daughter.”

There, I’d said it.

He stared at me.

The silence stretched on.

The heat rose in the room.

And the tension was tangible.

I licked my lips, my hands clenched at my sides.

“You’re in love with Cassandra?” he asked, as if he didn’t really believe I’d just said that.

“Yes.” I picked up my head, proud of that fact.

“Does she know?”

“Yes.”

Eric tilted his head to the side, studying me.

This could go either way, and I didn’t have a clue what he’d say. I remembered my crazy stunt with Malachi. Shit, Cassandra had tried to warn me, and now I was alone with a guy who could rightly murder me for defiling his daughter.

I was going to take it like a man.

Whatever the outcome.