The pad of his thumb finds my clit and he rolls it in steady circles until my nails are scraping his shoulders, trying to find purchase against the desire rolling through me.
He pumps in and out of me with long, torturous strokes and I’m so close to climaxing again when his thumb on my clit stills.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe.
Roman tuts. “I need you focused right now, Firebird.”
The sound that escapes me is pitiful but Roman holds his ground, his eyes locked on me until he’s got my full attention, and then he says, “The next time you need help, you call me. Not Jarred, not any other fucker.Me.Got it?”
Fuck. That should not be as hot as it is. My pussy squeezes around him and the lines of Roman’s jaw tighten.
“Lola,” he warns.
What he said earlier comes back to me and I realize what he wants. “Yes, Roman,” I breathe out, not a hint of sarcasm in sight.
Roman groans. “Fuck. That’s my good girl.”
I’ve never been good before and those two words do something to my body. When he starts moving again, he presses his thumb down on my clit and I come so hard my legs shake.
He fucks me through my orgasm, aftershocks making me clench around him until he thrusts deep and pulses inside of me.
Sparkles rain over my body as I lie back on the counter. I moan as Roman pulls out, my inner walls tender and bruised in the best way.
I’m still in a daze as Roman shifts my hips to the edge then pulls me to sitting so he can lift the shirt up and over my neck.
“What are you doing?” I murmur.
“Shh.” Roman’s eyes drop to my glistening cunt.
I gasp as he drags the soft material through my slit, using it to soak up my juices before taking it to the wall.
“Roman, you can’t.”
“Can’t I?” He spreads the T-shirt out and holds it up against the wall. He was wearing a condom so there’s not much more than a slight damp patch on the navy material, but my cheeks still burn hot as he staples the shirt to the wall, right in the center.
No one else will ever know. But I will. He will. It’s scandalous and messed up and really fucking hot.
Roman really is going full caveman on me and it hits me then that this might be as serious for him as it is for me.
And at some point, we’re going to have to tell my brother.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Roman
Roman: Hey Mase, think you can get one of your army contacts to run some plates for me?
Mase: Sure, why?
Roman: There’s this SUV I keep seeing around town. Probably nothing but I’d rather be sure.
- Message exchange between Roman and Mase, present day
I’m smilinglike a teenage boy who just got laid for the first time as I cut through the orchard back to my house.
It’s late but the air is still warm and the moonlight reflects off the canopy. I breathe in the salty air and smudge my thumb over my lower lip. Lola’s taste still lingers there, sweeter than apples, and I’m tempted to never take another shower again.
Leaving her at the shop, when all I wanted to do was carry her upstairs and fuck her all night till neither of us could move, took an amount of restraint I didn’t know I had. Mase wouldhave questions though, if I didn’t return, and the last thing I want to do right now is give him a reason not to talk to me. He needs to know he can keep turning up when shit hits the fan and if he finds out I just had my cock buried deep inside his little sister, he’s not going to want to even see me, let alone talk to me. Kill, maybe. But not talk.
