Slamming my fists down on my thighs, I screamed out at my stupidity, and frustration for myself. If I never saw Roman again it would be my fault; he’d never know how amazing I thought he was and how much I loved his scent. His beautiful body. The sound of his unique voice.
The fact that he knew I liked him, even if I acted like I didn’t.
I hit my thighs again and screamed at the roof of my car, when my phone rang.
Looking back down I saw it was Roman calling!
“Roman!” I screamed into the phone.
“Sydney,” He said with a voice I’d never heard come from him before. He rarely used my name. For the most part he called me Angel, exclusively.
“Where are you?” Hearing his voice took the edge off a little, but didn’t subside the driving need to lay my hands on him.
“Sydney, something’s happened I need to deal with. I’m heading home to take a shower and change clothes and I’m heading back out. I’ll call you sometime later this week.”
“This week?” I whispered. Roman hadn’t wanted to be away from me, except to go to work, since the night I arrived back home and he demanded I leave from the airport with him. When I insisted I stay at the estate, he packed a bag and stayed too.
“I can’t do this with you right now. I don’t have it in me,” His voice sounded tired, bone tired, like he was at the end of a long fierce battle and he didn’t have any fight left in him.
“Roman,” I said, but I was speaking to dead air. He’d hung up on me.
“Take me to Roman’s.”
“I dunno where he lives,” Becca said.
“Take Elm Street to Lockford. He is right on the corner of Lockford and Ham.”
I didn’t have a key but with any luck he’d come in through the sliding door at the back and left it open like he did the few times we stayed at his place.
When Becca pulled my Range Rover up in front of Roman’s home, I am not one hundred percent certain the car had come to a complete stop before I jumped out. There may have been yelling from the ladies but I didn’t give one fig about them at that moment. I yelled back, “Go on. I will call you later.”
I frantically made my way around to the back of the house as fast as my pencil skirt and high heels would allow. My body flushed with relief when I found the sliding door unlocked and I slipped in, working my way towards the back of his house, to the master bath where I could hear the shower running.
Not wanting to get myself killed by taking a police officer by surprise while he was showering, I yelled, “Roman!” and walked straight to the glass shower door and yanked it open.
“Fuck Sydney!” There he stood in all his glorious naked maleness, one of the most beautiful specimens I’d ever seen. God’s magnificent work on display before me and slick with clean hot water.
I took in his hairy chest, the hair that ran down from his flat belly to his groin and then my eyes landed on the scar. The one made by the bullet that would have taken his life if I hadn’t have taken the damn red eye six years ago.
I stepped into the shower.
“What the fuck?”
“Angel.”
“What?”
“You call me Angel damn it!” I was standing in his shower fully dressed. Him totally naked, and he rasped, “I really can’t do this right now.”
He sounded tired.
No, even worse, he sounded defeated.
Since I’d already come to my senses about how I felt about him, and I’d thought there was a chance I would never see him again, the next move was easy.
I dropped to my knees in front of him.
The shower water beat down on my head so I swept my hair away from my face and took a good long look at the prize before me.
“Sydney,” He growled.
“Angel. You call me Angel,” I responded, and reached out to cup his flaccid manhood.
I flashed to that night oh so long ago, when I’d first felt this beautiful package. I remembered thinking whoever the lucky lady was who got to have all of this goodness was super charmed. I also remembered how, even then, while fighting for his life, I was a little uncomfortable with the idea of Tall Dark and Handsome having a someone else .
Now, I was the lucky one. It was my turn and I had wasted enough time. I didn’t plan to waste anymore.
Feeling the weight of him in my hands was turning him on and he quickly went from flaccid, to semi erect, to full on beautiful straining erection in my hands within a few seconds. I leaned forward and rubbed his silken mushroom shaped head on my cheek and moaned with the luxurious feeling of him. I used his large hard cock to outline my lips, and stuck my tongue out to take a little taste.
During this time, Roman didn’t make a sound or move an inch. I was so lost in my indulgent exploration of his sex, I was admittedly a little detached to anything but what I was doing. I opened my lips and sucked his cock deep into my mouth, I was a bit startled to feel Roman wrap his hands in my hair and thrust his hips forward forcing himself deeper into me, hitting the back of my throat.
That was unexpected. But really nice. I felt my sex begin to swell as I started to become aroused myself.
“Fuck, yes,” Roman was still growling, but this time it sounded like his growling was from pleasure instead of pain and being upset. It made me feel more confident knowing he liked what I was doing.
Keeping that in mind, I cupped his balls in one hand and wrapped my other hand around his thick shaft, sucking his bulbous head into my mouth.
Hard.
He groaned something I couldn’t make out and I did it again, and again, and kept doing it until I felt his hands tighten in my hair and his legs stiffen.
I felt his penis grow larger in my hand. Then he did the most glorious thing a man can do, by pulling his head from my mouth saying, “I’m gonna cum,” And before I could pull him back into my mouth, he spilled the evidence of his orgasm all over my wet shirt.
And shouted at the ceiling.
When his head flopped forward his eyes fixated on mine.
Time stopped. My body flushed.
I couldn’t read him. I wasn’t sure where this was going from here or where his head was at.
Tall Dark and Handsome dropped to his knees, and pulled me in tight for an embrace. He took me with him as he collapsed onto the floor of the shower. Relief spread through my body, relaxing my muscles.
I don’t know how long we laid there. I was determined to give him as much time as he needed. He was clearly having issues. I’m assuming it had to do with why I was there, fully dressed in his shower holding his naked body, laying on the floor, the water beating down on us.
The shooting.
“Thank you,” Roman mumbled.
“My pleasure,” And it was.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes.”
“Let’s worry about you right now. I’m fine,” I leaned back placing both of my hands on his cheeks and looked deep into his eyes. “This might not be ideal timing, but I need you to know something.”
He looked at me intensely without saying anything. I started to lose my nerve. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against mine and rasped, “You’re always saving me.”
“I was so scared,” I said quietly, my voice betraying my emotion. “I heard there was an officer involved shooting and then I heard it wasn’t a uniformed officer and I thought I’d lost my chance to tell you how much I’ve grown to care about you.”
“It’s been a bad fucking day.”
“What happened?”
On a deep sigh he said, “The Bratva in Stockton has rebuilt itself over the last few years. It’s brought in an even darker element than was here previously. The deep-water channel, along with our numerous railways, airports and highways make Stockton an ideal hub to import and export illicit goods. We don’t have the man power, even with the Sheriff’s Department partnering up with the City of Stockton PD, to handle it all. Not even close.”
“Can you call in the U.S. Marshals,
Home Land Security or FBI to help?”
“After today, I’m thinking yes.”
“What happened?” I asked again.
“The detective who was killed and his partner, who was also shot, were investigating a slew of bodies that are being dumped at the Delta in an increasingly more frequent basis.”
“The girls?” I whispered.
Roman looked hard at me, “You know about the girls?”
“I know I have four very young, dark-skinned girls at Safe Haven under strict security protocol.”
This made Roman look at me differently. He ran his hand across my check and moved my hair away from my face. I saw a look on his face before he could hide it, and knew in that moment, with certainty and clarity, he felt the same about me as I did him.
“Why didn’t you want to see me for a week?” I asked as he moved his head towards me and kissed my nose.
“I was feeling isolated. I want you so badly Sydney and sometimes it’s hard for me not to rush things. Then fucked up situations like today happen and I remember if it weren’t for you, I’d not have this day. Or the previous day. Or all the days before that. So, on the times I feel like I’m going to freak out at you because my emotions are riding close to the surface, and I’m feeling impatient to have you love me the way I love you, I try to give you space.”
He loved me!
I loved him!
We loved each other!
“I don’t want space. I want you.” I whispered, still holding his face in my hands.
Roman looked at me in another intense way and said, “Let’s get you out of these clothes. I’ve been waiting a very long time to get you naked and the only thing I want to do right now is get lost in your body.”
And that is exactly what he did. He didn’t stop getting lost in my body until he had exhausted us both with orgasms.
First with his mouth.
Then with his fingers.
Then he used his cock and his fingers.
And it was glorious.
All three times. And I was never looking back.
Chapter 13
Take The Damn Charm!
T he revelation that I loved Roman, and Roman loved me, didn’t slow things down or make things flow any smoother. In fact, it almost seemed to have the opposite effect. He wanted to push and rush and I wanted to slow the boat and enjoy the journey.
Spending that first evening making love with him was the beginning of a long torturous sequence of negotiations. On EVERYTHING.
Every. Single. Thing.
And he always won.
Every time we had a disagreement that led to a heated discussion, I’d end up unsure why, but would agree to the things I wanted to go slow on, or didn’t want to do, but would end up agreeing to anyway. It didn’t take long and pretty soon I caught on to his tactics.
For instance, dealing with the shooting and the fellow police officer who had been shot got me a new roommate.
We were lying in bed drinking coffee after our sex-a-thon, and I said, “Talk to me about the officer we lost.” I felt his body stiffen and then the bed depress as he leaned to the side and placed his coffee on the night stand, so he could curl up next to me, and rest his head on my stomach.
My free fingers dove into his thick soft hair and I scratched his scalp. He indicated to me he liked that by moaning, and stroked my thigh.
Roman was quiet. I thought he wasn’t going to answer my question, but then he said, “Rob Duran was a great guy, a good friend and a smart and dedicated officer. I came up with him at CHP. Rob was the reason I moved over to the sheriff’s office.”
“He was?” I prompted, hoping he’d continue talking.
“Yeah. He worked with me through my recovery after being shot. He also talked me into staying in law enforcement. When I was released to go back to active duty, he’d already moved to the Sheriff’s department and hounded me until I applied there. Best move I could’ve made.”
Roman let out a deep sigh, a soul deep sigh, you know, one of those sighs that speaks volumes to anyone paying close enough attention to catch it.
He went on, “he’s been through a lot. He wasn’t having an easy time of it. He got divorced and his ex-took their kid and moved across the country to get away from him.”
“That must have been hard for him and his child.”
“Yep. It was. Now his ex and his kid have to deal with not only his death, but that they hadn’t seen him in a while.”
“It could go either way. Might make it easier, they’ve already detached. But they may feel guilt for taking the time away from him. Either way, the child will suffer the most. What happened Roman?”
“Rob was working the dumped girls case. He’d recently gone to Folsom prison where some of the older Bratva’s are incarcerated to interview them. He was trying to learn who is running the operation now. Angel, I’m afraid they’ve rebuilt smarter and stronger than ever.”
Thank God, he was back to calling me Angel. But like all good things, this too had to come to an end. I set my coffee on the night stand and snuggled down to the bed to wrap myself around Roman. I let out my own deep sigh and said, “This has been glorious, but I have so much work to do both at the Manor and setting my office up, I don’t know when I’ll be able to come back.”
“No need. I’ll pack a bag for now and then come back to get whatever else I need later.”
“Wait, we should consider taking this slow and enjoy the journey,” I said, starting to panic a little.
He rolled over on top of me and began kissing my neck and chest. In between delivering amazing kisses and murmurs of love, he convinced me we should move in together right away.
And while in the heat of the moment it seemed like the perfect idea, I have zero idea how he managed to get me to agree. But agree I did.
Then, another time, there was the backyard and pool at the Manor.
Tall Dark and Handsome had serious ideas about changes being made to the outdoor living space.
Honestly I didn’t care; I trusted after seeing his back yard that whatever he wanted to do would be awesome and beneficial. I told him that and the conversation segued into who was paying for what. I suggested we place him on the same bank account Terra and I were using to purchase furnishings and other necessities for the house.
“We can add you to the household account and you can use that to pay for whatever you want to do.” Apparently that was the wrong thing to say.
His head swung to me
“I got it.” He clipped out.
I was in my beautiful new office arranging my files in order of importance on my desk and wasn’t fully paying attention to the energy in the room.
“No really it would be perfect to just add you.” I looked up at Roman who had gone still in front of my desk. “Of course we need to have a budget. Between Sophie and Terra I’m going to have a beautiful home but won’t be able to afford to pay for the electricity to keep the lights on, pretty soon.” I was half joking, but only half.
“I said I got it,” Roman snapped back at me.
“You can’t seriously suggest you’re going to pay for the back yard work. It’s going to be tens of thousands of dollars.” I set my files down, and watched him as he rounded my desk in that predatory manner which meant lots of good orgasms but also meant I’d agree to something I wouldn’t normally I agree to... you know, in my right mind.
“Roman, I have tons of work to do!” I knew where this was headed and this man was not a quick guy. So quickies were out of the question.
He wasn’t listening, nor did he care; he rounded the desk and squeezed in between me and my work space and sat his beautiful butt down on my desk pulling me to stand in between his spread thighs. I could smell him and I groaned. I think he might have figured out his scent was my Kryptonite.
“I got the yard work,” he said while kissing my neck.
“Okay,” I sighed.
See.
I was on to him and his convincing ways, but h
ow could I complain really? I had one dear friend who was six feet under with her man, another sister friend who’s man lay in hospice and the only hope they had was that he would make it to see his oldest daughter graduate high school, and I had been kept from all of the people and places I loved for so long. This was absolutely not the worst thing that had ever happened to me.
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