Chapter eight
RULE #7: Don’t catch feelings.
ROMAN
So, this is what heaven feels like. I haven’t slept this good in years; I don’t even want to open my eyes. The side of my face is smashed into a pillow, and my muscles feel relaxed. I can breathe better. The room is warm and cozy. I have a beautiful naked woman in my arms. She smells faintly of perfume and sex. Fuck…the sex was amazing. We made love—no, we fucked—no, we did both. Until maybe four this morning. It’s like I can’t get enough of her. Even now, with her in my arms, I want her again. She turned me into a raging bull.
As I pull her into me, her back presses against my chest. I press my nose into her hair and inhale the sweet vanilla fragrance.
There is a sound of rumbling outside. I choose to ignore it. The rumbling loudens. Noelle stirs in my arms.
“What’s that sound?” Her voice sounds gravelly and soft. Must be because of all that moaning last night.
“I don’t want to know. I just want to stay right here like this,” I reply.
The wool blanket shifts around my shoulders as I feel Noelle move in my arms.
“Good morning.”
Reluctantly, I groan while opening my eyes. “Morning.”
She smiles up at me, and I can’t help it; I move down to kiss her. Only this time, she pulls away.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I don’t want you to smell my morning breath,” she says with her hand blocking her mouth.
I chuckle, moving her hand away. “Your morning breath has little effect on me. Your kisses, however…” I lean down and press my lips against hers, slipping my tongue between her lips, needing to get a taste of her.
I take her hand and press it to my growing erection. “Your kisses have an amazing effect on me.”
Her eyes trace my face, her fingers thread through my hair, and she pulls me down for another kiss. Her body undulated against mine. It doesn’t take me long to climb on top of her. Her legs open wide, welcoming me in. I grind my hips, pressing my length hard against her. I can feel how wet she is. Her hand pulls at my hair, and I pull back.
“Put it in, please. I want it now,” she whispers. I sit up, lifting her leg to my shoulder and lining myself up to enter her.
“They have to be in here.” I hear someone say in the background.
Noelle pulls me down for another kiss, but I can hear someone outside. Just as I was about to say something, I feel Noelle’s fingers wrap around my cock and slide me inside of her. Everything around me goes quiet.
I hold her leg to my chest and kiss her calf. “You’re fucking mine.”
My hips thrust forward, and Noelle arches off the bed. “Fuck me, please.”
“My fucking goodness, Tessa, just go inside.” I hear a voice that sounds distinctively like Tillie. Just as I pull out, Tessa comes through the door, and she screams.
I cover Noelle and half my body. “Get the fuck out!” I shout.
“Oh my God.” Noelle hides deeper into the sheet.
Tessa is standing there, screaming like she was in a horror flick. Her hands clawing at the side of her face.
Tillie pokes her head in. “Tessa, why are you screaming? They are just fucking.”
Tessa looks at Tillie, hiccupping and in tears as she dashes out of the room.
Tillie walks into the room, looking at the table, and takes off her black gloves. “What’s up with all the sardines?”
She sits on the chair and looks at Noelle and me like we are not naked.
