Out Gamed

by Lila Rose

  She nodded. “You have it.”

  “Want your passion.”

  “It’s definitely there.”

  “Want your heart.”

  “It’s now yours.”

  Christ yes. I slid inside of her slowly and watched her eyes close, her mouth open in a silent moan.

  A grunted growl dropped from my lips when her walls tightened around me. Nancy stretched out, her legs went around my waist. Her eyes opened, and her hands slid out where she gripped the sheet beneath her.

  “Fuck me, Roman.”

  My jaw clenched at her words. “You want me hard, darlin’?”

  “Yes.” Slowly, I withdrew from within her tight, drenched pussy and thrust back in hard. She gasped, nodding. “Yes, like that. Please.”

  I left one hand to the bed, the other I flattened over her stomach and dragged it up to cup her breast. I slammed into her. Another pleasant little gasp filled the room.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “More.”

  “You got it, darlin’.” Pulling out, I glided my hand up and slid it around her neck. While I thrust deep, I applied pressure. Her eyes widened, but, fuck me, they darkened even more with desire.

  My woman liked a little roughness.

  Something I liked a hell of a lot.

  “Yeah, Nancy,” I encouraged while pushing in and out of her hotness.

  “More,” she gasped. I tightened my hand, and her whole body shivered. She was getting off on me choking her. Christ. Beauty.

  Her hands glided to my forearms and then up. I swore with each hard thrust she got wetter. As her nails dug into my skin on my arms and dragged down, I threw my head back and groaned loudly, upping my thrusts. I released her neck, and she drew in a deep breath. Bending, I sucked her nipple into my mouth. Licking along skin so I could claim her lips, I then reached behind me. I grabbed her locked feet and shifted them. I parted them, and broke the fucking amazing kiss. She mewled in protest, but then I pulled out, and she glared.

  Chuckling, I grabbed her hips. “Flip,” I ordered.

  Her glare disappeared. I watched, stroking my cock as her body moved and she got to her knees in front of me.

  I slapped her arse and her legs came further apart, enough for me to get between them on my knees.

  “Roman,” Nancy panted. She wanted her man’s cock back.

  “Soon,” I told her.

  “Please,” she begged, jutting her arse back my way. She stilled when my fingers rubbed over her opening, down to her clit. I pinched, and she moaned so fucking loudly.

  I eased my fingers back to her opening and dragged her juices up to her sexy arse, over her hole there. “One day, darlin’. This’ll be mine.”

  She nodded, panting.

  “You ever had it?’

  “Never.”

  Fucking yes. Meant it was mine.

  “Christ, darlin’. You’re so fuckin’ hot.”

  Lining up, I slammed my cock into her. She cried out, then moaned when I pulled out and did it again. I left one hand on her hip while I fucked her over and over, and moved the other hand up, into her goddamn fantastic hair.

  Fisting it, I tugged her head back. She ground her cunt onto my cock and moaned low. “You like that?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she whispered. I twisted her hair more in my fist, and as I drilled into her wet pussy, I pulled her hair to a point where I was sure it’d hurt, yet all she did was moan, asking for more.

  She was made for my type of fucking.

  I pressed into her lower back with my palm, tugging her head back and to the side. My dick swelled inside of her from the look of ecstasy on her face. My tight grip ripped a moan from her lips.

  “Roman, close.”

  “Fuck, darlin’, me too.”

  “Yes. Harder.”

  I slammed into her over and over. Her pussy clenched around me when she was coming. My balls shot up. “Christ,” I growled. “So fuckin’ good, darlin’.”

  “Yes, yes, you too.” She panted. “Roman,” she cried. A new pressure from her inner walls squeezed my cock tighter.

  “Hell, fuck. Yes, Nancy. Come on me, darlin’.”

  She yelled through her climax. When I released her hair, she dropped forward and kept whimpering as her pussy kept coming. I grabbed her hips, held tight and snarled, “Comin’, darlin’.”

  She hummed under her breath and then at the first shot inside of her, she looked over her shoulder and smiled.

  Fucking hell. Perfect.

  She wanted my jizz, she fucking got it.

  With a slow thrust at the end, I gently pulled out of her and slid to lie beside her, bringing her close with me. Nancy curled into me, her arm across my waist, and her head on my chest. We were both still breathing hard, both spent after coming damn hard.

  Licking my dry lips, I told Nancy, “This is how I’d like things to go. You tell me if you don’t like any of it. We work, Nancy. You and me are it. You’re mine, I’m yours. You have family in Ballarat. I would fuckin’ never ask you to leave there. I’m gonna move to Ballarat, stay at the compound for a bit for you to get used to me bein’ close. We’ll take it how it’s been, only addin’ in more sleepovers.”

  She hummed. “That’s a must.”

  I chuckled and held her tighter to me. Clearing my throat, I went for the next part. “Down the track or soon… whenever you’re ready and only if you agree, I wanna buy a house in Ballarat for us. You pick. I don’t care as long as you’ll move in with me when the time comes.” She stilled. “Know you love the house you’re in, but, fuck, that’s you and Richard’s, darlin’. I don’t wanna tarnish his memories for you and your kids in that house. It’s just in me to have you in another house, another bed. Somethin’ that’s ours. If I’m being a dick for askin’ that, and again I’m not talkin’ about it being soon, then I’m sorry.”

  When she said nothing, my gut sank. I felt like punching myself for bringing it up right after what we just shared.

  A sniffle caught my ears. I tensed, then rolled her to her back and hovered over her. She tried to duck away from me, but I cupped her cheek and brought her eyes up to mine. They were wet. “Ah, fuck, Nancy. I didn’t mean—”

  “Don’t,” she whispered, shaking her head. “These are happy tears, you doofus.”

  “Doofus?” I grinned.

  “Yes.” She nodded. Her arms came around my neck, and she brought me close. “Happy tears because you are the sweetest man thinking of not only me but my kids and grandkids.”

  I raised my brows. “Does this mean you’ll seriously think about a house with me?”

  “Yes, Roman, I will seriously think about a house with you.” She lifted her head to kiss my lips and then dropped it back down, smiling up at me. “Though, I can honestly say it’s a 99 percent chance I’ll move in with you.”

  “Why’s that 1 percent missing?”

  “It’s to see how good you are at cooking.”

  “Darlin’, I’ll blow your mind in the kitchen.”

  “I can think of other ways you can blow my mind.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yes. I saw a crosswords puzzle book on the way in. Let’s see who can beat who at the answers.”

  “What do I get if I win?”

  “Me. Naked. Ready for your ravishing.”

  Laughing, I shook my head. “Seems like I’ve already won.”

  Her smile grew. “It does, doesn’t it.” Her smile dropped a little. “I do love you, Roman. I don’t care if it’s too soon. I want you to know.”

  My throat thickened. I cleared it. “Now I know I’ve definitely won in life with your love, Nancy. Fuckin’ love you too, darlin’.”

  Her bottom lip trembled. “Kiss me.”

  “Always,” I told her.

  Epilogue

  Nancy

  Christmas. Since Richard was gone, I dreaded waking up on Christmas Day knowing he wouldn’t be there. Only the difference this year was the dream just before I woke.

  Richard stood in front
of me with a teasing smile. “Gamer?”

  My bottom lip trembled. “Yes, I love him. Do you hate me?”

  He reached out, running his hand slowly down my cheek to pinch my chin. “I could never hate you, Nance.” He stepped closer. “You have a lot of love to give. Told you, you deserve that much and more in return.”

  “Richie Rich,” I whispered. “You know I love you too?”

  His smile was tender. “I know, and I’ll love you forever and always. You would never do anything to take my love for you away. Enjoy your life, honey. Gamer is good for you.”

  Even in my dream it felt my heart was heavy. “It’s like you’re leaving me again.”

  “I’ll always be around. I just wanted you to know you should never feel bad for anything you do. We’ll see each other one day again, but not anytime soon.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to my cheek, my temple, and then he bent to kiss just over my heart before, with a cheeky smile, he straightened to kiss my lips. Dragging him against me, I wrapped my arms around him and held tightly. I wasn’t ready for it to be over.

  He pulled back enough to run his nose across mine. “Love you, my lady.”

  My bottom lip trembled, tears threatened. “Love you, always and forever, Richie Rich.”

  The dream had reassured me, though it wasn’t like I needed it. I was too far gone in what I felt for Roman to ever go back. Glancing to the bed I’d just snuck out of, I watched Roman sleeping peacefully on his stomach, arm spread out my way. He’d been exhausting himself the last few months. Things hadn’t gone to plan. He hadn’t moved to Ballarat until recently, and that was after we’d bought a house together.

  Everything was amazing. Brilliant even. More than I could ask for. There was something I felt Roman still needed in his life though.

  Moving out of the bedroom, I walked down the hall and into the kitchen. The best part of the house was the fact it sat on land and it was close to Zara. But most of all, it had its own little flat at the back for when Josie and her men visited with my new grandbabies. I still couldn’t believe she was going to have twins.

  Just as I’d poured a coffee, there was a quiet knock on the front door. I glanced at the clock on the microwave and tightened my robe. He was right on time. Making my way into the living room, I headed to answer it.

  Opening the door, I laughed when I saw Talon struggling with his handful. “Merry Christmas,” I offered.

  Talon glared. “Your present was up all night crying. Tell Roman I said good luck.”

  “I will.” I smiled.

  He handed me my bundle of mischief and turned, about to walk off, only to spin back around and quickly kiss my cheek. “Merry Christmas, Nancy. Good to see you happy.” He straightened, saw the tears in my eyes and he grunted, “Better get back before the kids wake.”

  “I’ll see you at lunch,” I called. Talon waved over his shoulder, and I looked down to the monster sitting patiently in my arms. “He’s a grumpy butt sometimes, but he’s good for Zara.” Moving back, I closed the door and spun around. “What are you doing awake?” I accused to a very still Roman, who had his arms crossed over his naked chest. I quickly glanced down. Damn, he’d put on black boxers. “Ah, he was supposed to be under the tree by the time you woke up, with a pretty little bow around his neck, but now you’re not going to get that effect.”

  He didn’t move or say anything.

  “Um… Merry Christmas, handsome.” I went for a smile.

  Roman blinked. His eyes drifted down slowly to the French bulldog puppy in my hands, who let out a little whimper and started wriggling in my arms. Bending, I put him on the floor and right away he made a beeline for Roman.

  Roman stared at the dog the whole way, right up to where it stopped in front of him and looked up.

  “Roman, if I went too far—” My lips snapped shut when I saw the large shuddering breath Roman drew in. His arms dropped to his sides, his hands fisted, and I saw his eyes close tightly.

  “Roman,” I tried again, praying I hadn’t pushed it too far. I knew how much dogs meant to him. I didn’t want to hurt him, bring him unwanted memories from his past. I’d taken a chance that I was making the right choice on the gift. I wanted to bring him more joy into his life. Roman deserved it all, and I hoped a dog would be the perfect choice.

  His eyes opened. The fierce emotions I saw in them caused me to suck in a breath. When his eyes snapped to me, they nearly rocked me back on my feet. They shone brighter than I’d ever seen, switching from warmth, to desire, to happiness as he stared at me.

  He liked my gift.

  No. Roman loved it.

  Then he nodded, just before he knelt to the floor, picking up the puppy in his large arms and holding him close to his body. I was sure I heard a sniffle, but I ignored it because Roman being Roman, wouldn’t want me to note it.

  Instead, I made my way over to them. I knelt beside Roman, one hand at his back, the other patting the bulldog. “What will you name him?”

  He shrugged. Clearing his throat, he sucked in another shuddering breath. “Merry Christmas, darlin’,” he whispered, low and rough.

  I kissed his shoulder. “Hope you like him.”

  Roman nodded. “Best fuckin’ present anyone has ever given me, Nancy. The best.” He pried his attention away from the happy puppy in his arms to smirk at me. “You’ve outdone my present.”

  “Well, really he’s for both of us.”

  He shook his head, his eyes heating. “You got him thinkin’ of me. Know you got him for me, really.”

  “I did,” I admitted quietly. Roman leaned towards me, and I met his lips with mine. The kiss was slow and sweet.

  He pulled back. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, but just so you know that when he cries of a night, you’ll be getting up to tend him.”

  “At least I won’t have to go far, he’ll be in our room in his own bed.”

  “Roman—”

  He kissed me, a quick peck. “In our room, darlin’.”

  “Okay,” I whispered.

  His hand snaked around me to grip my butt. “On the couch, darlin’. Gonna get your present.”

  Smiling, I popped up and walked quickly over, sitting with my hands clenched together on my lap. “Ready.”

  Roman chuckled. He stood with the dog in his arms and walked out of the room. He returned with a thin, wide box in his hand. “What do you think of Brooza for a name?”

  “Brooza. Sounds perfect for him.”

  “Good,” he said, handing me the box. He put Brooza on the floor and sat next to me on the couch. “You gonna open it or stare at it?”

  “Um….” I was great at giving presents, never receiving them. I always worried I’d hate whatever I was given and it would show. I didn’t want that to happen with Roman. I mean, I was the gift-giving queen. People always said my presents were the best. Would he feel disappointed over my reaction?

  “Nancy.”

  “Open it,” I stated and lifted the lid off. I placed that beside me on the floor, which Brooza pounced on, causing us both to laugh. When I removed the tissue paper, I stopped laughing and gasped. Tears immediately welled. My hands shook as I reached out and ran my fingers over the leather.

  “Roman,” I cried, completely rocked to the core with bliss over my gift.

  “You my old lady?”

  “Yes.” I nodded. “Yes, very much yes.”

  “Then you got your own vest to tell everyone that.”

  Pulling it from the box, I gripped it to my chest. The bold words of Gamer’s Old Lady touched me deeply, knowing he wanted to show everyone I was his. I already knew it, but having this, seeing it… God, it made me crazy with too many emotions to sort through.

  The most important one though was love.

  I loved the man at my side so damn much.

  Facing him, I threw my arms around his shoulders and climbed onto his lap, still holding my vest. “I love it, love you. It’s everything.”

  “Love you too,
darlin’,” he managed to say before I crashed my lips into his.

  We would have our ups and downs, like any relationship, but I also knew we could get through any hurdle we had. Our together was the forever kind. And nothing was going to mess with us.

  Gamer

  Christ, my chest had just stopped aching with the amount of shit it felt when I saw her holding Brooza, and again when she’d told me he was for me. Then, when I saw the look on her face seeing my claim on her through the patch, it was like my chest expanded so goddamn far out to contain all the feelings and shit.

  Nancy Alexander meant the world to me. She was everything. We’d never marry—I wouldn’t do that to her kids—but I was fucking proud she was willing to at least wear my patch. I couldn’t fucking wait to see what our future had in store for us.

  Nancy leaned back after a few more lip touches to mine. “You make me so damn happy, Roman Power.” If only she could know how much she made me feel. I didn’t have enough words or actions for her to understand she was everything to me. “However, since you said Brooza was yours, I think you can clean that up.”

  It was then I smelt it.

  “Fuck,” I clipped, looking to the floor and seeing Brooza staring up at me with his shit all over him; he must have rolled in it. Laughing, Nancy climbed off my lap. “I’ll get you a coffee.”

  “And you’ll meet me in the shower.”

  Her eyes darkened. “And I’ll meet you in the shower.”

  I watched her hips sway as she walked away. Once she was out of sight, I stared down at the little devil. If he wasn’t so fucking cute, I’d be pissed as hell.

  “You stink,” I told him. He wagged his tail. Standing, I scooped him up and gagged. “Christ, you’re lucky I’m gettin’ some in the end.”

  Still, even with the dog shit, it was the best damn Christmas I’d ever had. Having dreamed of Nancy for years, I guessed they really did come true. Either that or she had just been out gamed by me.

  Acknowledgements