Chapter 33

The bedroom was still wrapped in the haze of early morning, the curtains pulled just enough to let a pale wash of sunlight spill across the sheets. Celeste shifted slightly, her arm still draped over Rowan’s waist, the warmth of her body pressed close. They were both bare beneath the rumpled blanket, tangled together after drifting off in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence.

The sound of keys rattling broke the silence. A door opened down the hall, footsteps padded closer.

“Celeste?” Simone’s voice rang out, half-curious, half-concerned.

Before Celeste could stir fully, the bedroom door creaked open. Simone, Lila, and Naomi stepped in—and froze. Their eyes widened in unison at the sight of the two of them lying in bed together, clearly naked beneath the covers.

“Well…” Lila whispered, one brow arched, “…what happened here last night?”

Celeste sat up quickly, tugging the blanket higher around her chest, her face flushing. Rowan pushed herself up more slowly, running a hand through her messy hair, expression caught somewhere between embarrassment and a smirk.

“Can you guys give us a minute to get dressed,” Celeste said firmly, glancing between them, “unless you really want to see us naked.”

That got a laugh out of Simone, though she raised her hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. We’ll wait outside.”

Naomi gave a small, knowing nod, and the three of them slipped out, closing the door behind them.

For a long moment, Celeste and Rowan just sat there in silence, the weight of what had just happened hanging between them.

Finally, Celeste exhaled, rubbing her temple. “Well… that could’ve been less awkward.”

Rowan chuckled under her breath, sliding out of the sheets and stretching. “At least they didn’t start interrogating us.”

Celeste shook her head, smiling faintly despite herself. She lingered for a second before rising too, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders as she stood.

They exchanged a quiet glance half amusement, half something deeper neither of them was ready to name. Without a word, they padded toward the bathroom together, the unspoken agreement to face whatever came next side by side.

The bathroom filled with soft light, steam already beginning to curl from the shower as Rowan turned the knobs. She stood at the counter, steadying herself on the edge of the sink, her reflection meeting her with a mixture of disbelief and quiet excitement.

Celeste stepped in behind her, the blanket still wrapped loosely around her shoulders. For a moment, she just watched Rowan, her chest rising and falling as though she was gathering the courage to put words to what was already between them.

“Rowan,” she said softly.

Rowan glanced at her in the mirror, waiting.

“I’m not going to deny you,” Celeste continued, her voice low but sure. She took a step closer, the blanket slipping down her arms. “Or pretend last night didn’t mean something. I want you. And I want us… to be something.”

The words hung in the air, vulnerable and raw. Rowan turned fully, searching Celeste’s face, her eyes flickering as if she was memorizing every detail. Then, without a word, she closed the distance.

Her hands slid gently to Celeste’s face, tilting her chin up, and she kissed her. Not rushed, not desperate just steady and certain.

Celeste melted into it instantly, her hands finding Rowan’s waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened naturally, the truth of her confession anchoring them both in that moment.

When they finally parted, Rowan rested her forehead against Celeste’s, breath warm and even. “Good,” she whispered, a smile tugging at her lips. “Because I’ve wanted this since the day we met.”

With that, she reached out, her hands confident and sure as she pulled Rowan into a deep, passionate kiss. Rowan melted into her, the resistance and uncertainty fading away with the touch of Celeste’s lips. The kiss was a promise, a declaration of everything unsaid until now.

Running her hands through Rowan’s hair, Rowan whispered against her lips, “But what about your friends?”

Celeste, her lips still tingling from the kiss, replied breathlessly, “They can wait. This is more important.”

A smirk played on Celeste’s lips as she backed Rowan toward the counter, her intentions clear. Rowan’s back pressed against the cool marble, her breath coming in quick pants. Celeste’s eyes were dark, hungry, as she wrapped her arms around Rowan’s waist and lifted her effortlessly onto the counter.

Rowan’s legs wrapped around Celeste’s hips, pulling her closer, needing this as much as Celeste did. Celeste smirked and murmured, “Let them hear you, so they know it’s real.”

Celeste’s lips claimed Rowan’s in another searing kiss, this time deeper, hungrier. Rowan responded with equal fervor, her hands grasping at Celeste’s shoulders, nails digging in. Celeste’s tongue delved into Rowan’s mouth, tasting the sweetness of her breath.

“I want you, Rowan,” Celeste breathed, her voice laced with desire. “Tell me how I can make you mine.”

The plea in Celeste’s eyes shattered the last vestiges of Rowan’s resistance. “Fuck me,” she gasped, the words tumbling from her lips like a prayer. “Please, Celeste, fuck me now.”

“I’ll give you anything you ask for,” Celeste promised, her voice a low rumble. She pressed forward, the head of her dick parting Rowan’s folds, and plunged deep into her welcoming heat.

Rowan’s back arched, a scream of pleasure tearing from her throat as Celeste filled her completely.”Yes, god, yes…” Her nails dug into Celeste’s back, leaving red welts in their wake, as she gyrated her hips, taking Celeste even deeper.

Then Rowan moved, her hips rising to meet Celeste’s. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” Rowan panted, her nails raking down Celeste’s back. “Don’t hold back, Celeste… give it to me hard.”

Celeste obliged, setting a punishing pace that had Rowan crying out in ecstasy. She pistoned her hips, her dick throbbing inside Rowan’s eager, grasping cunt.

“Oh god, Celeste… yes! Right there!” Rowan wailed, her voice echoing off the bathroom tile. “Don’t stop, I’m so close…”

Celeste’s grip on Rowan’s hips tightened as she fucked her harder, deeper, chasing their impending release. The sound of skin slapping against skin and Rowan’s wanton screams were the only things that mattered in that moment.

“Fuck, yes!” Rowan cried out.Rowan’s legs tightened around her, her heels digging into her ass as she met each stroke.

Celeste could feel Rowan’s pussy rippling around her, the wet heat squeezing her dick in a vice-like grip. “Come for me, Rowan,” she growled, her voice a low purr of lust. “Let me hear you… scream my name!”

“Celeste!” Rowan screamed, her orgasm crashing through her like a tsunami. Celeste’s vision tunneled, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave.

Their cries and moans lingered in the air as they slowly came down from their high, chests heaving, skin glistening with sweat. Rowan slumped against Celeste’s chest, her legs still wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

“I never knew it could be like that,” Rowan murmured, nuzzling into Celeste’s neck. “You’ve ruined me for anyone else.”

Celeste chuckled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Rowan’s back. “I think I can live with that,” she said, pressing a soft kiss to Rowan’s temple. “As long as you keep wanting me, I’ll keep giving it to you.”