“Uh huh, and what do you need if you want to come?” I ask, sinking in deep.
Her head tilts back on the pillows and her words come out on another gasp. “Your permission. Please, Roman. Please let me come.”
I smirk and dip my head to hers, pressing a kiss to her lips. “See, told you, you could be a good girl.”
I stop holding back and pick up the pace, still keeping my thrusts long but adding the extra friction both of us need to reach a climax. I adjust my angle and press down hard on her clit. “Come for me, Firebird.”
Lola’s mouth opens on a silent scream, her cunt squeezing my cock. The little flutters that follow are all it takes to have me joining her.
I bury myself deep as I spill my release, satisfaction humming through me. I like knowing that I’m inside of her, marking her up like the tattoos on her skin. It may have taken us six years to get here but I want to stay like this forever.
I will prove to Lola over and over again that she is so much more than she thinks.
She iseverything.
After I’ve cleaned us both up, I climb into bed with her and pull her across my body. She snuggles up to me, resting her cheek on my chest and gazing up at the vines woven between the wooden beams above my bed. “You’ve got so many plants, it’s like a forest in here.”
“Too many?”
“No. I like it.”
I twirl one of her purple locks around my finger.
“I’m sorry I told your dad about your degree,” I say. “That was yours to tell.”
Lola traces patterns on my ribs. “It’s okay. I kind of liked you standing up for me. I guess the cat’s out of the bag about us though.”
I can’t find it in myself to be sorry about that. “Good, I don’t want to keep you a secret.”
Her finger stills. “What about Mase?”
I groan. “New rule,” I say, pinching her hip. “No talking about your brother while I’ve got my hands on you.”
She laughs.
I kiss the top of her head. “We’ll figure it out, Firebird.”
A sweet sigh escapes her as she nuzzles against me. Lola might have needed our little game to prove that she could be good, but I didn’t. That truth is tattooed on my heart, and I’llprove it to her again and again. But Lola doesn’t need to be good for me. She can be wild and bratty and endlessly free.
I want to worship Lola Ford until she realizes there is absolutely nothing wrong with being exactly who she is.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Lola
He’s going to go, you know.
What are you talking about?
Roman. He’s not from this world Lo, and the second he’s finished at Riders he’s gonna clear out and never look back.
- Conversation between Mase, age 18 and Lola, 11
I waketo my new favorite scent, cedarwood and apples against the soft white sheets. I smile to myself, having just a second to enjoy the moment before raised voices ruin it.
Actually, it’s just one raised voice, the other is hushed.
“Is she in there?”
