You're Not Broken (36 page)
Authors: Gemma Hart
Rowan took my lips roughly, kissing me bruisingly. “Baby,” he said as he thrust in again hard. “I’m going to keep fucking you till you come for me again. So whether you think you can or can’t, I’m going to keep going.” I moaned at his words and my pussy clenched. He huffed a little laugh, feeling my pussy’s response to him. “So I suggest you learn to ‘can’ very soon.”
And with that, he thrust in rhythmically into me, hard and deep. With each thrust of his cock, my body responded by pushing me ever deeper into the sinking swirl of lust and desire. My breasts grew more sensitive, my skin tingled—oh god, not again. I couldn’t handle another one.
And yet, there was no stopping my body’s growing answer to Rowan’s hard and unstoppable thrusts. He meant what he said. He wasn’t going to stop until I came again. His cock filled me completely, ordering my body to respond.
Rowan captured my lips again and with one hand, reached down towards my breasts. Capturing one, he squeezed hard, making me moan. My whole body felt alive and tingling. I felt as if my skin was just one big nerve ending. I could feel everything amping up. His thrusts came quicker and my body rose higher.
With a punishing kiss, Rowan thrust hard into me at the same time he pinched my nipple. My breasts were so sensitive that the pinch felt like it was directly on my clit. An arrow of pain and pleasure shot from my nipple to my pussy, pushing me over the edge.
I cried out against Rowan’s lips as I came hard. My body shook and I felt like my brain would shatter under the impact of my orgasm. And as I came, Rowan thrust into me harder and faster. I was still feeling the tingling ebbs of my orgasm when Rowan roared above me as he found his own release.
He leaned over me, his forehead against mine. Our panting breaths mingled as we tried to slowly climb back up from our sea of pleasure. After a few minutes, or a few hours—I could hardly tell anymore—, Rowan rolled over onto the bed, pulling me with him.
Still intimately joined, I tucked my head under his chin, hearing his heart beat in rhythm to my breaths.
I kissed his chest. Rowan looked down at the touch. I looked up. His kissed me gently, his eyes completely full of what I felt in my heart.
“I love you,” I whispered, naming exactly what we felt at that moment.
His eyes darkened in pleasure at my words. His arms tightened around me.
“I love you too,” he said. He kissed my forehead then tucked me in close against him.
I closed my eyes, feeling like everything I wanted was right in my arms. And I couldn’t have been happier.
“Jessa, critics are hailing your work in
Spring’s Nature
. There’s already Oscar buzz for your role as Spring. What do you have to say to that?”
I smiled at the reporter, making sure to stand at an angle so I was lit appropriately for the camera. I flipped my hair over my shoulder before I spoke.
“Well, it’s certainly flattering to hear that so soon,” I said. Another round of screams echoed as another celebrity got out of his car and stepped onto the red carpet. A round of flashes swarmed the line of celebrities coming in for the LA premier of
Spring’s Nature.
“But,” I said, “I’m just happy that the movie is being so well received. It was definitely a labor of love.”
“It’s a big departure from your normal roles,” the reporter continued. “Are you concerned about your career as Queen of the Box Office?”
I laughed. “Well Queen or no Queen, I like to do work that I enjoy. And I really enjoyed working on
Spring’s Nature
. It’s been an amazing experience and I’m hoping fans can see a different side of me in this movie.”
“Well from our latest scoop, we heard that fans will soon be getting to see more of this different side of you. David Francetti has hinted that you will star in his next movie which is slated for filming next spring. Is that true?”
I grinned. “Oh, Nancy,” I said teasingly. “You spoiled my big surprise. But yes, I’ve just signed on for David’ next film.”
I got a motion from one of my team members asking me to move along down the carpet to the next reporter.
Nancy shrewdly saw the movement as well and threw in one last question before she lost her prime guest.
“Jessa, there’s also been photographs of you on a motorcycle recently in the Hollywood Hills. Are you learning to ride?” Nancy asked, her voice slightly incredulous.
I caught from my peripherals Rowan standing behind me, off to the side. A grin cracked on his rugged face at the question.
I bit my lower lip, not wanting to break out into a blush, which was what Rowan always made me want to do.
“Well, yes,” I said. “I’ve been trying my hand at riding a hog.” I heard Rowan groan behind me at my terrible use of motorcycle lingo. I grinned as I tried to choke back a laugh.
“But it’s a little harder than it looks. I don’t know if I’ll get the hang of it any time soon,” I said, focusing back on Nancy.
Nancy gave me a girlish wink. “Well then, it’ll be best to just ride on the back and hang on to a nice strong man instead, won’t it?”
Rowan stepped up and grabbed my hand. He looked down at me with a pure and honest love that nearly made my heart stop. He was a man who would lay down his life for the ones he loved. He had proven that with me. His love was complete and total and loyal.
“Yes, it would,” I said softly, squeezing Rowan’s hand.
Yes, it would.
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