ROME
“So, this is your idea of a first romantic date?”
“We both know we passed that first, second, third, and so on dates.” I let her fall to the mattress. She wasn’t even settled yet. I followed her and tumbled on top of her. I anchored my elbows on either side of her head. “I took you here. I thought you hadn’t gone fishing.”
“You’re right. It was fun.”
I took Carly to our lake house. The Langston had it for decades, and it was one of my father’s favorite places.
Something lit in her eyes earlier that I knew I’d done something right in my life. She was totally happy, besides the tree I saved and seeing the flowers I planted myself. She was easy to please.
Carly was different from any woman I’d ever met. Luxury didn’t seem to impress her. Just simple things made her smile. Because maybe she was used to luxury, and she only wanted a simple life.
She met my kiss halfway. She’d been teasing me earlier in the dock, touching me somewhere that we should only be doing that in private. It was to distract me because I had already caught a fish, and her bait seemed not to lure anything.
With her hands at the back of my neck, she pulled me closer in a silent demand.
Smoldering heat ran down my spine.
As soft and smooth as her body and lips felt, the opposite of my cock. I settled between her legs, teasing her in the soft pads of her bare pussy.
I broke the kiss, focusing on her eyes, pleading for approval. Her pupils dilated even more. And she was eager and ready as I was, her gaze unwavering,
“Are you on the pill?”
“Yeah.” Her answer and her breathy little gasp made me even harder.
“I wanna feel every inch of you. I don’t want anything between us. And I swear I’m clean. And I know you’ve never been with any man for three years other than me. Do you trust me?”
“I trust you.” Her three words were like fireworks. I seized her mouth again, took her lips, delved deep into her mouth, and tunneled into her pussy.
I took her gasp in, and her fingers curled around the back of my head. Nails dug deep into my scalp. I knew exactly how it felt as she gave me a long moan.
I pulled out, my muscles straining.
“Take me, Storm.” I glided in slowly, inch by inch.
I repeated the process, which was driving me insane, and I could feel every inch of my cock burying deep into her warm tight silky pussy, gripping me.
I could barely hold on together. It felt fucking good.
“Rome.” The tremble in her voice thrilled me.
“Sweetheart?”
She rolled her hips, digging her nails into my flesh, silently demanding more.
I couldn’t stop the groan rumbling in my chest. I gave her what she wanted. I plunged completely into her in one harsh stroke.
I dug my head to capture her lips again.
“Are you ready?”
Her eyes fluttered open. Her lips parted. Although I wanted to do her slow, we both knew we couldn’t hold it out the minute I felt her around me, bare. I knew I threw that restrain out of the window a long time ago-for her.
She wrapped her legs around my waist.
I watched her face. Our gazes locked together. I crashed into her in full strength, one unrelenting thrust after another. The bed rattled.
I growled, and she made the sexiest little whimpers.
Sweat glistened on my body, and her skin flushed rosy red.
Sensations coursed through me, rushing into my spine-the kind of pleasure that I couldn’t even put into words-a mix of ecstasy and satisfaction-euphoria-it was not like anything I’d ever felt before-our synergy was incomparable-out of this world.
Until she tightened around me as she was close to her orgasm, taking me to the most incredible high, every inch of my skin seared with tingles like I was breaking into lights.
She continued gripping me, pulsing, tightening as if she compelled me to thrust deeper, harder. Then the most explosive and unexpected happened-she came around me, clawed my back, biting me on my shoulder before she convulsed around me.
“Rome!”
I was a split second behind her. I was too close. Too hot.
“Storm,” I growled her name out-a thrust harder and deeper with hot molten lava charged through my veins, jetting from my cock.
I can die happy.
***
I sat abruptly.
I was alone in bed.
I tossed the sheet away, grabbed my boxers on the floor, and went downstairs.
I knew Carly would never leave without a single note or waking me up. We had a deal, and I agreed I would give her a day to herself.
Then I heard a muffled humming to a Billie Eilish song from the kitchen-something about a bad guy.
I stopped to a halt.
She was in front of the kitchen island, swaying her ass to her humming, somewhat trying to make a sandwich only on my shirt, barely covering her pert ass.
She jumped when the toaster popped.
I was stoked and in love. Fuck.
She then felt like she was being watched.
“Langston, you’re up.” She ran and threw herself into me.
I was glad I had training-I caught her up midway, lifted, and kissed her so hard-it was quick. “Never leave that way again.”
“Even just to your kitchen? Aren’t you a little greedy?”
“I thought you left.”
“I did, but because I was famished.”
“Well, considering you got to experience the best sex of your life, you’re ready to run away.”
“That’s the rubbish idea I’ve ever heard. And you mean the okay sex earlier?”
Instead of feeling offended, I found myself grinning. “Yeah. I couldn’t agree more. It was okay. When you screamed at the top of your lungs of a man’s name who gave you orgasm, it was really just an okay.”
She kissed me instead of giving me a sassy answer and slapped my ass after.
I stalked her to the kitchen island. I was surprised to even see the right ingredients for a club sandwich.
“When everything you want is on Google and YouTube,” she confessed.
I chuckled, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed the side of her head. “I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you.”
“Good thing you didn’t cut your finger.”
“I actually practiced it in the apartment. Heera was yelling and asking me if I was planning on feeding an army.”
I barked out, laughing as I helped her put in lettuce, ham, tomato, and cheese. “And where’s the bacon, sweetheart?”
“I’m afraid to burn the entire house.”
“It’s all right.” I kissed her on her lips this time. “Thank you and an A+ for the effort.”
I grabbed the knife, sliced the sandwich in half, and put them on the plate. I grabbed an OJ and poured us two glasses.
We ate in silence for a while, but I couldn’t help myself. The more I looked at her, the more I found her like I’d seen her somewhere.
“My friends were right.”
“Huh?”
“You have a certain feature similar to Audrey. Are you sure you two are not related?”
She smiled. “Audrey? The Audrey Hepburn? I’m honored, but I don’t think so. Do you believe me if I say I’m blonde?”
“Really?” My brow arched. “You’re not wearing a wig?”
“Nope.”
I took a strand of her hair into my hand and checked it out. “I can’t tell, even the root. I’d love to see you blonde one of these days.”
She went into silence again.
“What is it, Storm?”
“I’m going to see my aunt if I have free time tomorrow.”
“Of course. Feel free. We’re not going to be busy tomorrow. Do you want me to come with you?”
She arched a brow. “What? No. It’s my auntie, and I’m going to be fine.”
“Very well. Cade will drive you.”
“Langston, we agreed on-”
“I know what I said, sweetheart, but just let him drive you to your auntie. So you don’t have to worry about where to park.”
“Why did you hire another driver?”
“He’s a company driver,” and I just lied. I didn’t know why I hired Striker.
That was bullshit. It was my gut telling me. I just felt like I wanted to know her whereabouts.
“Really?”
“You can ask him to drive you, or you don’t, but I’m still telling him to follow you.”
“You mean ordering him.”
“Storm, we are not discussing this again. On weekdays, he’s your driver if we are not going together, okay?”
“Fine. I just want your honesty.”
“You want my honesty? You got it.”
“You know if I’m in danger, I can protect my honor just all right.”
“No doubt.”
She slid from the stool and came to me, snaking her hands around my waist. “Fuck me again.”