I go to him, looking up into his handsome face. “What is it?” I ask.
“I can think of a better way to pass the time.”
He takes my chin between his fingers and tilts my face up to his and lightly kisses my mouth. His kisses trail across my jaw and then down my neck, and my body responds to him. My nipples tighten and my pussy flutters. I give a little breathy whimper as one hand knots in the back of my hair and the other slides down the front of my pants.
“Roman,” I breathe.
“Shh. Just let me make you feel good.”
His hand slips beneath the elastic of my panties, and his fingers push between my legs. He parts my pussy lips, finding me already wet, and penetrates me with his finger.
I clutch his shoulders. “Oh, fuck.”
“I love hearing swear words coming out your mouth,” he says with a grin.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeat.
Saying them isn’t only a way of expressing myself, it’s also claiming my freedom. The Prophet’s voice no longer intrudes. I hate that I still think of him, even while I have one of my men’s fingers inside me, but I hope one day I’ll discover I haven’t, and I won’t be able to remember the last time I did.
“That’s right, princess,” he growls. “Use those dirty words. Claim them now. Tell me how you’re a slut for me.”
“I’m a slut for you, Roman.”
“Your tight little pussy is mine.”
His words make me even wetter. “My pussy is yours.”
Roman uses the pressure of the ball of his thumb against my clit to give me something to grind against. We’re both fully clothed, standing here, making out like a couple of teenagers.
He adds a second finger, pumping them in and out of me while I cling to him. My thighs tremble, and I’m sure I’d collapse if he wasn’t supporting me. He curls his fingers inside me, finding exactly the right spot.
“Good girl, you can come for me. I want to feel you gush around my fingers.”
“Oh, fuck, Rome…”
I’m lost in the sensations of my body, my toes curling, my mind spinning. He builds my climax higher and higher, all the while kissing and nipping and licking the sensitive skin of my throat and murmuring filthy words to me, until suddenly itbreaks. Pleasure washes over me, and my pussy clamps down around his fingers. I jerk and shudder, my eyes rolling back, stars exploding in my vision.
Gradually, I come down, and he slips his hand from my panties and raises his fingers to his mouth and sucks them off, one after another.
I’ve barely caught my breath when the grumble of a truck engine comes from outside. “They’re back!” I cry.
Roman grins smugly. “Told you I could find a better way to pass the time.”
CHAPTER 29
Ophelia
I can’t waitto see my men, and I bite back a laugh when they open the front door, and Mal almost pushes Cain out of the way to get into the water tower and give me a quick hug.
He steps back and eyes me critically. With his usual perceptiveness, he sees something in me, and those gorgeous brown eyes narrow.
“Had fun while we were away?” He turns to Roman. “Really? While we were risking our lives?”
“Just Ophelia,” Roman says, making it clear he hasn’t gotten off too without saying anything directly.
“I suppose that takes most of my building resentment away.” Mal gives a sly smile.
Cain nudges him to one side, and he has a younger man beside him. They are both massive and share that all-American look about them that Mal and Rome definitely don’t have.
