“What’s he doing here?” Roman grumbles into my ear.
His hand wraps possessively around my waist as he pulls my back flush with his body. My heart skips a beat at the feeling. I look up at him, loving how tall he is compared to me. His jaw ticks, and he doesn’t look down at me. His eyes are focused on Asher standing in the doorway to the living room.
“I don’t know. Just ignore him. I am,” I say loud enough for Asher to hear me. When I look over at him, he raises his brow as if he’s calling my bluff. Fuck. I can’t ignore him and then acknowledge him in the same sentence.
I haven’t spoken to him since last night, and I didn’t intend to see him today… at least, not during the day. He went to school, from what I assumed, but returned while I was showering and getting ready for my special visitors.
“You’re grounded.” Asher crosses his arms over his chest as he leans against the frame.
“You’re supposed to be in school.” What game does he think he’s playing right now?
He chuckles.
Ugh, I need to keep my distance until I can talk to Roman and Hunter together. I need to tell them what happened last night. If I don’t, it’s going to weigh hard on my conscience. We’ve agreed that it’s the three of us. Not the three of us and Asher… and Jace. As much as I want to switch off my feelings for Jace, I can’t. I waited most of my life to have him be more than my friend. What’s a few more months?
But Asher, he was unexpected. Never saw him coming. Okay, my feelings didn’t just come out of nowhere. I thought he was hot, but then he turned out to be nice and funny and not an asshole. We became friends.
Hours and hours of harmless flirting, teasing, and sweet talking. I told him all my problems, and he listened and sometimes offered advice. Until I couldn’t talk to him anymore about problems. Because he’s one of them.
Everything between us grew naturally. Just like it did with Jace, Hunter and Roman. Only, I’m not a little girl anymore with little schoolgirl crushes. I’m all grown up, I know what I like, I know what I want, and… shit, why is this so hard?
Roman’s extra touchy-feely today. His big hand is warm, and the way he holds me against him makes me feel so protected. Not that I need him to protect me from Asher.
“Let’s go to my room.” I look up at Roman, but he doesn’t stop watching Asher.
I pat his hand so he can release me enough to walk, and he does so, reluctantly, but he doesn’t break eye contact with Asher, and Asher doesn’t seem to back down either. Fuck. I don’t want them to fight. I pull on Roman and he moves, not wanting to let me go.
Asher watches us from the same spot he’s been in since I opened the front door. I roll my eyes at the two of them. Ugh, boys. I take Roman’s hand and tug him to the stairwell, hoping that Asher takes the hint and leaves us alone. One more look back at Asher, and Roman’s following me up the stairs.
“When’s Hunter coming?” I ask. I’d assumed they would come together, but Roman rode up on his motorcycle. He must have gotten it back from the shop. He said it was out of action, and that’s why Hunter has been driving him around. But Hunter wasn’t behind him in his Audi.
“Soon. He had something to do.”
Well, that’s not cryptic. Maybe the something he has to do involves Lakeview, and Roman won’t say it out loud.
I can’t believe I only have a few more weeks left with Hunter at Ridgecrest. I feel like I’ve only just come back, and already, he’s leaving, even if it’s just to another school. It just won’t be the same without him. So many people are going to miss him in class and the hallways. Not just me.
I open my new bedroom door and pull on Roman to come in. But he tugs my hand and spins me into his arms. I feel a little dizzy at the sudden movement, but the wicked look on his face has me grinning.
He bends down and kisses me. I reach up but don’t touch him, hoping, with how he’s been lately, that I can touch his face. He takes my hand and wraps it around his neck. My eyes open in surprise. That’s never happened. I break the kiss and take a little step back. Dang, I think I’m dizzy. That’s when I see Asher at the top of the stairs. He has his arms crossed again, and he’s leaning on the wall in a way that forces me to acknowledge his presence there. Ugh, fucker.
He catches my eyes and winks.
I roll my eyes. I know what he’s doing. Getting in both our heads and pushing Roman, who has the shortest temper of my two boyfriend’s. Plus, he knows how to fight. Asher’s just asking to have his ass kicked. Roman gives off a deep grumble in his chest. It’s the only warning Asher’s going to get. I can feel it in the way Roman is so tense. He’s very protective of me. I love it. But I don’t think Asher will love having his ass handed to him.
“Roman, come show me how to beg,” I purr up at him.
His head swings back to me, and his pupils dilate. I smile playfully as I pull on his tee, backing myself into the room. He stumbles in after me, and I hold back a giggle.
Glancing back out into the hallway, his deep voice is low and husky as he says, “Fuck off and leave.”
He kicks the door shut with his foot, the frame rattling with a loud boom, and then it’s just the two of us in the quiet room. I grin up at him. My Viking… he has a bit of a caveman in him too. I love it.
“Is someone a little jealous?” I tease.
His eyes narrow as he dips his head until our noses are touching. His hair is loose and wild, framing our faces like we’re in a secret place. Just the two of us.
“Beg me,” he rasps, his voice deep and needy, and a shiver runs through me. Oh yes. He doesn’t break eye contact; those ocean blue eyes have me wanting to drown in them.
“Beg me,” he repeats.
I’ve awakened a monster, and I love it.
“Kiss me.” I lick my lips, not breaking eye contact.
His eyes crinkle at the edges, and I can feel his wicked grin all the way to my core, and it clenches. Fuck. Is it possible to orgasm just from a look? He hasn’t even touched me yet.
He grabs my arms in his big hands and walks me backward without breaking eye contact. The backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed, and he pushes me gently; I fall back onto the soft bedding. I bite my lip to stop myself from telling him how hot this is and ruining the moment. I don’t want this to stop. It’s only just started.
I’ve always wondered what lurks deep inside Roman. He never gives anything away. He’s slowly opened up to me, to Hunter. But I never knew this was in him. He’s all dominant and growly most days, and I’m very happy to play along.
He leans over and pins me to the bedding with my wrists tightly in his grip. I lick my lips again as he studies my face. Although Roman’s expression gives away nothing, I know he won’t hurt me. I trust him completely.
His body hovers just above mine. I want him to feel how wet I am, how needy he’s making me, so I push my hips up to get some friction. I need to be touched. But he moves back a little, and I let out a huff.
His eyes roam my face again, and I give him a sly smirk and a wink. I don’t want to stop. I want him to know I’m all down for this. I need this. I need him.
“Beg me,” he rumbles deeply.
I close my eyes and let out a soft moan. I think it’s very possible to orgasm from just words, so I push him for more. “Kiss me,” I demand, arching into him, but his grip only tightens on my wrists.
He moves swiftly, nipping at my lower lip and growls again, “Beg me, Mila.”
Oh God, I’m so close. My heart is racing as I rub my thighs together. I need him to push me over the edge. I see the hungry look in his eyes, and I know what he wants… what I need.
“Eat me.”
The look he gives me. Fuck.
“Please, Roman. Eat me.”
My core clenches around nothing, and I think he’s about to do as I say, but he lets go of me. I almost cry out at the loss of touch, but he reaches under my dress to where I’m so wet and needy. I arch my back and spread my thighs wider as he cups my pussy in his warm palm.
“Mine,” he growls as his lips crash down on mine. I gasp as his tongue finds mine, and I can feel his possessiveness in the kiss. I love when he kisses me, but this is something else. Something more. The kiss from the door at Jace’s house that day he caught us with… well, our pants down, basically. This is the same kiss. Full of need, jealousy, longing.
I reach up and grab the back of his neck again, and he grunts but doesn’t push me away. His palm moves against my soaked underwear, rubbing and teasing me through the thin, wet fabric. They need to be gone. I want them off and his mouth there. As the orgasm builds higher and higher, I moan.
He shifts and drags the fabric down just enough to push two fingers into me. I gasp against his mouth and pull him close as his fingers fuck me. When his thumb finds my clit, my hips buck off the bed. I grip his hair roughly, and he groans against my mouth. I smile at the sounds he’s making.
This has never happened… like, at all. After the one time we had together, where I blew his world and he blew mine, we haven’t had a repeat. We’ve only kissed and done some light groping. I thought maybe he needed more time. Not that I don’t love his kisses and small touches.
This is a whole other Roman, and I’m here for it.
Oh God, I’m so here for it. I break the kiss and gasp as he rubs circles around my clit, my body reacting to every little touch. I reach for him; I want to repay the pleasure he’s giving me, but he moves away and stops his assault on my clit.
I pout, and he rolls his eyes at me, then he’s back, rubbing circles before lightly rolling over it. My toes curl as the orgasm builds again. Just enough to have me on the edge, so close, then he changes shit up, and I’m left hanging. He does it again—teasing me, playing my body—and I’m so close. I want to climax, but he keeps denying me, like Hunter does. Fuck, Hunter isn’t even here, and I’m being denied. Does Roman know Hunter does this to me?
“Please,” I beg and from the glint in his eye, I know I’ve won. That’s what he’s been waiting for… me to beg. I’m begging.
He slides down my body, my underwear is ripped from me, and my dress is bunched up around my waist as he pushes me farther onto the bed and his eyes wander to my pussy, all wet from teasing and denying me for so long.
“I’m so wet for you, Roman,” I moan as I grab my breast and arch myself toward him.
A smirk plays on his upper lip as he watches me wiggle and touch myself. He runs a finger through my folds, and I moan. When he pulls his finger up to see, it’s glistening with my need, and he sucks it into his mouth. Oh God, why is that so hot? He moans around his finger before dropping to his knees, and gripping my thighs tight, he spreads me wider. His tongue darts out, and he tastes me. He licks and sucks on my clit, and I practically bow off the bed, reaching for something to keep me here on earth.
“Holy shit.” I grip his hair tightly, and I worry it will stop him.
But it only spurs him on as he sucks on my clit again and again. My knees try to trap him there as I moan his name over and over as I come. I feel as if I’m floating off the bed as I gasp for air. My body bows, and I grip his head as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.
The door to my room busts open, and I crash down as fast as that orgasm hit me. As I call out “Roman,” Hunter’s eyes meet mine. My core clenches as he watches us, grinning. Slamming the door shut, he stalks toward us. I shake a little from the aftershocks of the orgasm just as Hunter approaches the bed.
Roman doesn’t look at Hunter, like he knew it would be him and not Asher busting through the door. Only, he doesn’t know Asher well enough to trust he won’t. He did that to me and Hunter without a care in the world. He might bust down that door at any moment just to make his presence known. Or not. With both of them here, I think Asher knows the odds are against him.
Another shiver rolls over me. Do I like the fact that I know he’s out there? Yes. Do I like the fact that he might try to break in? Also, yes. I pinch my nipple, and it’s like a lightning bolt, zapping me deeply. Fuck. I need to talk to Roman and Hunter about last night.
“I guess someone started the show without me.”
I let out a small chuckle and look to Roman. His lips glisten with my orgasm. I sit up, bending over to kiss him and taste myself on his lips.
I turn to Hunter. “Roman has only just started the show.”
Then Hunter does something unexpected. He runs his finger over Roman’s top lip. Roman holds still, and we both watch as Hunter sucks it into his mouth and moans.
I’m frozen in place, unsure what the hell just happened? Roman watches Hunter. Their eyes meet, and my body reacts in a way I didn’t know. Shit. I didn’t know that could be a turn on.
I want to see more.
