by C. M. Steele
“Mom, thanks. I know he’s not the most romantic.”
“No, but I see it’s there. He’s not trusting, and sweetie, love needs trust to survive.”
“I know.”
“Good. Now, have a good time. You’re young. Be smart about your birth control and remember, it doesn’t have to be for forever.”
“Thanks.” We hug and then use the bathroom. After washing our hands, we return to our guys and Roman’s eyes shoot straight to mine with a look of absolute concern until I smile at him. His face lights up, and I nearly falter in my step. The man’s one hell of a looker, but with that smile, he’s a lady killer.
As we sit in the restaurant, Roman gets a message and then he starts looking around the room, letting out a growl. “What is he doing here?”
I follow his gaze, and then I see Jake. “Who knows? This is a popular place, and he’s brought a date.”
“Are you bothered by it?”
“Nope. Just by the text you got letting you know he was here.”
“I have a security guard that I keep in the distance.”
“Oh. Okay.” He’s a rich man. I suppose it’s probably pretty dangerous.
“Does that bother you?”
“No. It’s different, but I understand.”
“So what do you do for fun?”
“I have a boring life. Work, exercise, and sometimes I read at home. Rinse and repeat. What do you do, Amelia?”
“I used to hang out with my bestie, but she met her hubby the day we met your dad and well, they live in Chicago now and she just found out that they’re having a baby.”
“Wow, was it a drunken night?”
“No. He was actively trying to knock her up. He treats her like a princess.”
“Do you want a baby?”
“With the right man.” A low growl comes from him, and he changes the subject and asks his dad a question about boats like they weren’t out all day fishing. He has no idea that if he loved me, I’d give him a baby. My phone buzzes in my hand, and I look down. It’s fucking Jake.
Tell your lover to stop glaring at me.
Don’t worry about him. Enjoy your date.
Jealous?
Not in the least. I asked you not to contact me, so don’t.
I feel Roman’s eyes on me, and I look. “Having fun texting Jake?” he whispers.
Hissing back at him, I bite out, “You are so fucking nosy. It’s nothing for you to worry about, and if it’s too hard to trust me, then move along.”
Looking at my mother and stepfather, I say politely as to avoid making a scene, “Excuse me. I need some air.” I stand up and calmly walk past everyone and step outside.
I hear Roman’s steps following me as I pass the restaurant window.
“Amelia, wait,” he says.
He reaches out and grabs my hand. It’s gentle but firm. “I’m sorry, but when you were curious, I told you. I’m working on trust. It’s not fucking easy, especially when he’s right there interrupting our night.”
I shove my phone into his chest. He catches it before it falls. “Go ahead and read them. I don’t have anything to hide.” He holds it for a second and without looking at it, passes it back.
“If you ask for my trust, I’m gonna give it.”
“What?” You could have knocked me to the floor with that one.
“You heard me. It’s not easy, but I’m doing my best. If you say there’s nothing for me to worry about, then I’ll take your word for it.” I can’t stop smiling. “Are you ready to go back inside?”
“Do I look okay?”
“Beautiful, as always.” We enter the restaurant, and I’m grinning from ear to ear. We take a seat, and both of our parents are questioning our sudden outburst and return.
“Sorry, Jake was texting me.”
“It was him. I thought I saw him when we were walking from the restroom.”
“Of course he picks tonight of all nights to come here.”
“It’s fine. It’s not like he could know we would come. It was a last-minute thing for us. Besides, he’s brought a date, so behave,” I warn Roman.
“Yes, Princess.”
“That means stop glaring at him.”
“Fine.”
“Now, can we please enjoy the rest of our evening? Ooh, speaking of enjoying.” I rub my hands together as our server and another employee bring our meal. “Wow, this smells so good.” The pizza’s massive, and they set it in the center of the table with the pasta to the side.
“This is huge. Maybe the breadsticks weren’t necessary.”
“We’ll take the rest to go for sure,” my mother says.
“Dig in,” my stepfather adds when I don’t grab a slice.
“Aren’t you hungry?” Roman asks.
“I’m just amazed at the size.” I feel like I set myself up for the joke, but everyone at the table holds back their laughs and then I let out the first giggle. “That’s what she said,” I whisper, making everyone crack up. The sound of Roman laughing huskily stops me in my tracks, and I sneakily reach between us and give his hand a squeeze. He turns and looks at me with a bit of shock. He intertwines our fingers and then brings my hand to his lips, giving it a kiss in front of our parents.
“Enough with the hand holding. You can’t eat like that,” his dad says.
We stop, and the rest of the meal is met with small talk and delicious food. By the time we’re done, I’m full and ready to fall asleep. Roman grabs the check before his dad can and pays the bill. Roman just rolls his eyes at his father’s glare. Once the waitress returns with his receipt and our boxed-up food, we head to the front door.
Roman presses his hand to the small of my back, leans down, and whispers, “If I eat your pussy all night long, will you make those same throaty sounds?” I nearly drop my small box.
In retaliation, I reply, “We’ll have to see.” I saunter ahead, giggling as I walk with my mom. “Did you have a nice night?”
“Yes. The two of you make it entertaining.”
“Sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have been responding to Jake’s texts.”
“Girl, okay. You’re getting yourself in trouble. You shouldn’t have. Texting a man while you’re with another? Next time, just keep your phone off.”
“I’ve already blocked Jake. There wasn’t anything wrong with my messages.”
“Yes, but he didn’t know that. All he knows is that you’re texting a guy you dated while sitting with him. For someone already on edge, I’m surprised he behaved so well. I’m not saying he shouldn’t trust you, but the man is already trying hard by learning how to trust. Don’t make it harder than it has to be.”
“I know.”
“Also don’t take his shit either.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“Now, your stepfather and I are going to watch a movie in the den if you two want to join us.”
“I suppose that’s a good idea to settle our food.”
“Since you paid the bill, I’m driving.”
“Fine.” We slide into the backseat together, and he slides his hand in mine. I lean over and rest my head on his shoulder. I feel so happy and relaxed. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and holds me all the way home. I jolt up, not sure when I fell asleep, but it’s just Roman and me in the car.
“Where’s everyone?”
“They went in to start the movie night. Are you sure you’re up for it?”
“Yesss,” I yawn.
“Okay, sleeping beauty. We’ll see how long you last.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, Princess. I’m not going anywhere.” He scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the house. “Shall I take you to bed, or do you want to watch the movie?”
“Will you stay with me?”
“Of course. We’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”
“Okay. Bed.”
“Dad, Rachel, the princess is ready for bed. Goodnight.” He carries me around as though I weigh noth
ing and then opens up his bedroom door, not stopping until he sets me on the bed.
“Do you still want…?”
“Amelia, no. We’re going to get some rest, and then when you’re ready, I’m going to make you scream my name over and over again. Understand?”
“Yes,” I sigh, feeling very tired. I stand up, and he slides my dress down and off my body.
“Oh my goodness,” he grunts. I just remember he’s never seen me naked. Well, he did see my ass, and he liked that. “Fuck me.” He bites his knuckles. “Let’s get you in some clothes before I forget what I just promised.” He walks over to his suitcase and pulls out one of his undershirts. I slip it on, and it’s loose except on my breasts.
“Come on, Princess.”
“I need to brush my teeth.” I walk into his bathroom and take a toothbrush from the new ones I put in here last week. He stands by the door as I brush my teeth.
“Gorgeous.” He slips into the bathroom and does the same thing, brushing his teeth right next to me. Once we’re done, he scoops me up. “Come on. Time for bed.”
“Are you going to sleep naked?”
“I’ll keep my boxers on.”
“Pity.”
“Tease. Come on. You need some sleep because I want you well rested when I take that tight little pussy.”
“Look who’s calling who a tease. Now my pussy’s needy.”
“Then lose those panties, lie down, and spread those sexy legs because I’m in the mood for some dessert.” I nervously do what he asks, suddenly feeling very awake. He unbuttons his dress shirt, pulling it free from his pants and then sliding it off his well-toned arms. Fuck, I swear I can feel my pussy gush out juices onto the mattress. His belt comes off next as he kicks off his shoes. “Maybe if you keep being a bad little girl, I might have to tie you up with this.”
“I’m not afraid of you, Roman. I’m yours.” He drops his pants, pulling them off his legs along with his socks. His cock is beading cum onto the material of his boxers, creating a wet spot. I’m not the only one ready to come undone. He slides up onto the bed with a smile on his face as he moves between my legs.
“Damn right, you’re mine. I’ve been a very good boy. Now, let me have my treat.” His tongue swipes along my slit, and I fight to stay still. My hands grip the sheets, and then he slips his finger just past my entrance. I let out a gasp, and moan. “Hmm…you make sex noises at dinner. We’re going to have to start having dinner alone, Princess.”
“Roman, I need...”
“I know. I need you to come on my tongue, but I’m enjoying my dessert.” He continues to lick me, parting my folds and stretching me. As soon as he sucks on my clit, I lose control. My hips buck, and my hands dig through his thick hair. He wraps his large hands around my thighs and pulls me tighter to his face as he devours the orgasm that rips through me. He sets my legs down and climbs up my body, kissing a path to my breasts. First he sucks on the right, and I can’t stop from crying out as he moves to the left. “Tell me to stop, or I’m going to fuck you until we’re both passed out.”
“Don’t stop, Roman.” He nudges my hole with his thick length. “I’m ready.”
Chapter Nine
Roman
I push forward, sliding into her depths, but she’s too tight to thrust all the way in. I slowly kiss her lips, doing my best to ease the pain, but my sweet Amelia wraps her legs around the back of my thighs, sending me deep into her, tearing at her virginity. Fuck me. I’m one lucky bastard. “Breathe and relax, baby.” I drag my cock almost completely out before slamming back in.
“Roman,” she moans, licking my jaw.
“What do you need?”
“I don’t know.” New to all of this, I take my time and tease my woman. We rock together very gently as she gets used to my girth destroying her walls and my length banging on her womb. I delve deeper and then pull back just enough to leave the tip in, and then slide back in.
Damn it, I’m doing my best to hang on, but this is the best feeling in the fucking world. Being wrapped up by her sweet cunt is unbearably perfect. Her walls choke my length, and I want to pin her to the mattress and let go. “More,” Amelia begs, clinging tightly to me as I continue to pummel her pussy. Leaning down, I snag her nipple between my lips and suck hard. I love her tits. They’re plump, round, and so soft. Grasping one, I pluck and squeeze, watching Amelia moan from my caress, learning her body.
“You’re so beautiful, Amelia. I want to see you come for me. Are you gonna come on my cock, Princess?”
“Yes, yes. Holy shit. I’m coming, Roman. Don’t stop.” I couldn’t even if I wanted to, which I sure as fuck don’t. She clenches hard with a death grip around my length and I let go, driving into her pussy and flooding it with every ounce of cum I have, filling her sweet womb with my load. Damn—the thought of knocking her up plays in my head and I dig my feet into the mattress for leverage as I violently pump out the last bit. The feral need to plant my seed rushes through my soul and I growl, snatching her mouth in a brutal kiss.
“You’re mine, Amelia.” I kiss her softly, slowly pull out of her painfully tight warmth, and plop onto my back.
“Does that mean you’re mine?” she asks, turning her upper body to me. There’s a vulnerable look in her eyes that tears a little more at that foundation Anna built for me.
God, she’s so beautiful and sweet. I slide my arm around her and place her head on my chest, needing to hold her close. “Of course.”
She smiles lightly and sighs. I kiss the top of her head as she closes her eyes. She’s so fucking perfect. I stare at her until my eyes grow heavy and sleep takes me.
****
I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing frantically next to me. “Shit.” I roll over and kiss Amelia’s bare shoulder. “So beautiful.” I grab my phone and see it’s Inga.
“What’s going on?” I growl, trying to be quiet.
“There’s been a fire at the building. It’s been contained, and no one was seriously injured. The fire department and the police want to talk to you. They believe it was arson.”
“What the fuck? Okay. I’m on my way now.”
“What’s going on?” I look at Amelia, who has the sheets covering her breasts as she sits against the headboard.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, but I have to go back to New York.”
“What? After what…”
“Baby, I swear I wouldn’t go if it wasn’t important. Someone set fire to my company.”
“Oh my God. Was anyone hurt?”
“Inga told me that no one was seriously hurt, but I don’t know anymore than that.”
“Inga?”
“My assistant.” She looks a bit jealous, but I don’t have time to reassure her. “I’m sorry. You could come with me.”
“I can’t. I have to finish packing for the move in a week.”
“Okay. I’m going to fly out soon. Then, I’ll have the jet brought back for you to take when you’re ready to go. It should be able to fit everything you’re taking with you.”
“Are you serious?”
“Extremely serious, Amelia.” I kiss her hard and climb out of bed to get dressed. A week. I’m supposed to make it a week without her.
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s yours.”
“I’d prefer to know you are safe. My team can get you to New York and into your dorm without any trouble.” She nods.
“Fine, okay, but when will I see you again?”
“As soon as possible. I don’t know how much bullshit they’re going to put me through.”
“Be careful.”
“I will. Now kiss me, baby.”
“I don’t know if you deserve it.”
“I know I don’t deserve it, but I need it, Princess.”
“Okay.” She throws her arms around me and plants her lips on mine. I devour her mouth, kissing her hard, dipping my tongue between her seam, licking hers. In fact, I can
’t go without eating her pussy. I nudge her backward onto the bed and slide the sheet down her body, revealing inch by delectable inch of her.
“I need another taste before I go,” I whisper next to her slit. Then I don’t hold back as I lash her pussy with my tongue, tasting her cream, attempting to bring her to an intense orgasm. I want her to come for me before I go. Pumping a finger into her painfully tight core, I suck on her clit and she lets go, coming hard, grinding her pussy in my face and gripping my hair as she takes what’s hers.
Hearing her voice in my ears and having her flavor on my tongue is what I need to get through these next couple of days being miles apart. I wish she’d come with me, but I’m asking a lot.
Her body collapses on the bed, and I give her a quick spank on her mound before getting up and getting dressed. It’s hard to walk away from her, but it’s a must. She’s resting in bed, looking sated and sad. Fuck, this is going to hurt. “I’m gonna miss you like crazy, Amelia.”
“I’m gonna miss you too.” We kiss again, and I take my suitcase out while I let her rest.
I just make it down the stairs only to see Rachel coming toward me. “Sneaking out after getting what you want?”
“What I want is to take her with me, but she’s not ready to go. There’s been a fire at my company, and I need to get back and handle everything. My jet will be ready to fly her to New York, and my driver will be waiting for her.”
“I’m sorry about the fire, and I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.”
“Given our tense relationship, I suppose I deserve your doubt. I want you to know that my feelings for Amelia are more than I can ever express, and I’m doing my best to give her the trust she has earned.”
“It’s going to be a rough road. A much rougher one if you hurt my girl.”
“I’m trying to be the best man I can. Excuse me, I have to go. Tell my Dad that I’ll call.”
“Okay.” She sips her coffee and closes the front door behind me. I put my suitcase in my rental and then jump in the driver’s seat. I steal a glance back at the house, hoping to see her again, but I know she’s still in our bed. The ride to the airport takes no time at all. I’m on my flight, moving away from my woman, and my heart’s heavy. As soon as we land, I call her.
