In the parking lot of the Red Raisin and she's alone. She's more beautiful than she was just a few days ago, and my hard as a rock dick seems to be in agreement. She notices my presence almost immediately, and if I'm not mistaken by the look on her face, she seems petrified. What I'd like to know is if she's frightened of me or actually of herself.
"Did you need something, Roman?" She asks with a sarcastic twang; trying very hard to be a badass.
So fucking cute.
"You haven't been taking my calls Elizabeth."
I can't help but smirk while I step in closer to her and when I do, I get a whiff of the Jasmine shower gel she uses everyday. I want to run my nose all up and down the side of her neck, and burrow it in her chest, but I can't let her sweet ass distract me right now.
"I can't do this with you, Roman."
"Do what?" I step in even closer.
"This. It's too much. You're … too much."
Just one whiff is all I want.
Then maybe one taste.
Suddenly I'm not as angry as I was. Suddenly I just want her, on all fours, moaning my name.
"Sometimes I feel like I can't breathe when you're around, Roman. It's almost as if you control me. Like you own me. And I don't know when it all happened."
She tries to back away from me, but I continue to move forward. I won't let her run from me again. Not again. Especially after what she's just said to me.
"No, Duchess, don't you get it yet? You own me."
As I move her further backwards, she bumps into the brick wall of The Red Raisin. I place one of my palms flat on the wall above her head, and then use my other hand to drape around her waist. I do this all in silence as I wait for her to continue saying what she needs to say to me.
She's staying tight lipped for now, so I continue to talk, while I begin petting the tops of her breasts. I don't give a shit that we're in a public parking lot. Right now it's just the two of us. No one else matters until I say what I need to say.
I want to tell her that I think she's one of the most fascinating women I've ever met. I want to show her in this badly lit parking lot just how much I want inside of her. But I know that all of that would send her running further away from me than she already is. And I can't have that. Not anymore. I'm tired of that shit.
"What are you afraid of, Elizabeth?"
I continue to stroke and pet her breasts with the front and backs of my fingers. I brush one of her nipples once, then again, and then stop to give it a firm tweak with two of my fingers. Her tits are my second favorite body part on Elizabeth (second only to that ass), especially because of how responsive she is when I suck them, touch them or even talk about them.
"I’m asking again baby. What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid of this … whatever this is that is drawing us towards each other. I'm afraid of you."
"You think I don't know why you keep running to that pretty boy Jagger? Don't you think I want to be the safe, boring, dependable man that you seem to think you so desperately need? But I'm not that man, Elizabeth, and I will never be. I'm a lot of not-so-nice shit, Elizabeth, and I'm your cousin, there's no changing any of that. But so the fuck what. Because I know without a doubt that I may not be who you think you want, but I'm what you need. I see it when I look at you, feel it when I hold you, and I'm sure as fuck of it when I'm inside you and you come for me."
I watch her eyes glaze over in response to everything I've just said. One thing about Elizabeth fucking Hill is that she's so responsive to my touch and my words. I love it. What man wouldn't love this in his bed every night? What man wouldn't fight for this woman to be in his bed every fucking night?
"You want to come for me right now don't you, Elizabeth."
I've been caressing and petting her for going on ten minutes now, and I'd bet the farm that her panties are soaking wet.
"You can't do that."
"Is that a challenge baby?"
"No, it's just … we're outside, Roman."
"You want to get in my car?"
"No!"
"Okay then, you must want to come right here in this parking lot."
"For God's sake."
"Whose sake baby?"
I pull her scoop necked T-shirt a little further down and pop one of her breasts out of her bra. Her areola tightens and her nipple pebbles as soon as the crisp air hits it. Her left breast is my favorite of the two. So sensitive and tender. Now I think it's time I show Elizabeth just how much I favor it.
"Roman–"
"Who?" I tease.
"Masterson."
"Aah, that's my girl. Now since we're in a public place and my girl won't get in the car, I'm just going to have to make you come with all of your clothes on right against this wall."
Elizabeth raises one of her eyebrows in what seems like skepticism.
"You don't believe that I posses such skills do you?"
"No." She giggles. One of my favorite sounds.
"Let me show you."
I surprise Elizabeth when I lift her up.
"Wrap your legs around my waist." She hesitates for a moment. "Now Duchess."
She takes a sweeping glance across the parking lot while I lift her up. People are slowly beginning to pull in to park, and I suspect she's looking for Sloan and whoever else they're planning on eating with tonight, but I don't give a shit. What I need is for her to get her head back into this right here. Us.
I latch my mouth onto her left breast and suck strongly until I feel her body tighten, then I release and start swirling my tongue around her nipple. I continue this rhythm of sucking and swirling until her breaths become shallow and she starts arching her back to give me more of what I want. That's when I know I have her full attention.
"Give me the other." I demand and she does without hesitation. She slides the front of her top down further and pops out the other breast. The right one is fuller than the left. Her nipple is puffier. This one can take a little more abuse without it being painful; and it's my knowledge of what each of her tits need from me that's going to set her off and explode for me in about five more minutes.
I keep alternating sucking, swirling and gently blowing across Elizabeth's nipples while she starts to writhe around my waist. I make sure that my hands are kneading her ass in the same rhythm that I'm sucking her breasts. I look up for a moment to check her expression and notice that her cheeks are flushed, her eyes closed, and her lips are slightly parted.
She's ready.
I slap the side of her ass hard with one of my hands while still holding her up with the other.
"Running from me won't work Duchess."
She moans.
Now that I've stopped sucking her breasts, I start grinding her against the wall. Making sure that my length rubs directly against the top of her clit where she likes it. My dick fits perfectly in between her legs. Like a dog that's finally found a soft, warm place that feels like home. I could stay the fuck here forever.
"Running from me will never work. I'll just fucking find you."
I slap her ass again. Thanks to her jeans it's not the usually loud, cracking sound that I take pleasure in hearing when it's just the two of us, naked and alone. But it will do. Her breaths are getting even quicker. She's almost there.
"Whose ass is this, Duchess?"
Her face contorts. I love this shit. She's ready to blow.
I take a hard pull of her right breast with my mouth like I'm hitting a joint. Then I hit her ass again with full force. That's when she lets out a yelp that I smother with my smile. I pull back and whisper something in her ear that I know will end all this shit right now.
"I should bend you over one of these cars and fuck the shit out of you in front of all of these people for not answering me the first time. You want me to do that, Duchess? 'Cause I fucking will. Don't test me."
I hold her up against the wall with my body weight and take my hands and pinch both of her nipples at the same time.
"Look at me." I orde
r.
Her head snaps up. Breathless. Flushed. So fucking beautiful.
"Whose. Ass. Is. This?"
"Yours."
And then she explodes while chanting my name like a prayer.
"It's yours Masterson."
And I know from this day on that I'll do whatever I have to do to keep hearing that plea from her lips for the rest of my life.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ELIZABETH
I'm annoyed with myself.
I ended up bailing on dinner with Sloan, Jagger, and some new guy she met, because I was getting turned the hell out by my stalker a.k.a. Roman all frackin' night. When it became obvious that I couldn't go inside the Red Raisin and have dinner with another man looking freshly fucked (well sort of), I basically acquiesced and went home with Roman for a continued romp and subsequent punishment for my “disappearing act”.
Instead of death by orgasm though, he executed a different type of penalty. This time it was death by no orgasm. He literally brought me to the edge of coming about seven different times, in seven very creative ways, and then stopped every single time.
It was the meanest thing ever.
I was sopping wet, completely frustrated and definitely unsatisfied. I got so angry that I actually starting tearing up. Not that the Neanderthal cared.
Right now the orgasm bully is downstairs eating some sort of late breakfast that Juliette's whipped up for him. I know that he's just killing time waiting for me to come downstairs though. So I'm trying my best to wait him out up here, because my worst fear is that my aunt or uncle will pick up on the sexual energy that bounces off of the walls whenever the two of us are in a room together.
Hell, I think it's only getting worse.
Of course Roman doesn't give a crap whether they see it or not. I'm starting to really understand that about him. He thinks this is one big game with little to no consideration of what the ramifications are for me and my family.
Jackass.
A rare, soft double knock on my door lets me know that it's my uncle.
I crack the door open. "Hey."
"Hi Elizabeth." He looks at me and then around my room. "You up here working or are you headed out?"
"I'm headed out actually. I was thinking of looking for a part time job until things pick up for my app."
He raises his eyebrows.
"Do you want a part time job?"
I don't know exactly what he means by that question. "Yes, I need a job."
"I can give you a little money to hold you over until things pick up darlin'. What do you need? A stack?"
What's a stack again? A thousand dollars?
"Umm, no thank you, Uncle Joseph. You giving me room and board are enough. You've done so much for me already."
"Are you comfortable living here Elizabeth?"
"Yes of course."
"You aren't thinking about moving out just yet are you?"
Jeez. He's like a mind reader or something.
"Umm, well I've been giving it some thought. I can't stay here forever right?" I smile brightly.
"You just got here."
Based on my uncle's strained expression, I'm wondering if I just offended him in some way.
"I'm not moving tomorrow," I nervously chuckle. "I'm just trying to get all my ducks in a row. That's all."
"Is Roman bothering you?"
"Absolutely not!"
My uncle stares at me quietly. I think I may have just messed up. I fear the lady doth protest too much.
"Juliette whipped up one of her famous breakfast quiches." He says. "Why don't you have a slice before you head out?"
I know that's an order and not a request.
Like father like son.
"Okay, I'll be down in a few, Uncle J. Just straightening up in here."
"Okay darlin'."
So … I'm still annoyed with myself.
Since I know that I'm about to see Roman, like a nut ball I decide against wearing my blue power suit and change into a pair of steel gray skinny jeans, a pale gray cami top, a charcoal blazer on top, and a pair of my favorite black pumps. The jeans are super tight since I've gained at least three pounds by eating stuff like Aunt Juliette's famous quiche. So I know that Roman's going to love them, because if there's one thing about him that I know for sure, it's that he loves staring at and touching my ass.
I know … I'm ridiculous right now.
I can't even stand myself.
"Morning, Elizabeth!" Juliette says in the bubbliest tone ever. She must be one of the happiest people I've ever met in my entire life. I can't believe we're actually related.
"Morning babe." She says a little softer to Uncle Joseph as he strides over and pulls Juliette into his arms.
"Morning." He says nuzzling her neck while smacking her gently on the ass.
Oh brother. Like father, like son.
"Morning." I mumble back to Juliette trying desperately to avoid the smirk spread across Roman's face at how uncomfortable I am.
"All dressed up and nowhere to go?" Roman says to me instead of good morning.
"Elizabeth is going job hunting." Joseph interjects.
"Is that right?"
Roman slowly drags his gaze up and down my body, and I already can tell that he's thinking about sabotaging my day.
"You're going to look for a job dressed like that?"
"I think she looks pretty." Juliette interjects.
"Thanks, Auntie." I smirk.
"I didn't say that she didn't look pretty." Roman says.
The room grows so silent you could hear a pin drop. I could literally wring his neck right now.
"So what are you saying then?" Juliette asks a little perplexed while Joseph quietly observes the both of us.
"I'm saying that the last time I checked wearing tight pants to go on a job interview wasn't professional."
"I'm not interviewing at The White House," I raise my voice sarcastically. "I'm trying to get a job waitressing or something."
Roman turns to Uncle Joseph. "You approve of this?"
"You don't?" My uncle asks incredulously, waiting for Roman's response.
This is going downhill fast.
I'm so out of here.
"Auntie, where is this quiche everyone's been talking about. I'd like a slice before I head out."
"Oh sure sweetie. Sit down. Let me warm you up a slice. You want water or orange juice?"
"Water, please." I take a quick glance at Roman, while Uncle Joseph is distracted by my aunt's behind, and beg him with my eyes to sit down and shut up.
Finally he sits.
"I have a friend who's a manager over at The Four Seasons, Elizabeth. I can give him a call." Uncle Joseph says to me. "There's no need for you to go every which where. Plus filling out applications is done online now anyway. Not too many places are going to let you walk in and fill out an application on site anymore."
What my uncle is saying makes total sense and is definitely the smarter way to go, but The Four Seasons sounds like a real job. One that might interfere with me building my business. I need more flexibility if I'm really going to make my business work.
"Umm … I'm not sure about The Four Seasons, Uncle Joseph."
"Well how about this. You know computers right?"
"Sure."
"How about you set up a network for us in all of the clubs? I'd like for all of the computers to be able to talk to one another, and I've been meaning to get it done for the longest time. Our computer system is really outdated. I hate having to call and get stats from every individual manager. I’d rather check everything myself in one database. You can hire someone to help you if you need it, but just one person."
"Uh, should you and I have a discussion about this?" Roman interrupts.
"About what? You need it done and your cousin can do it. What's to discuss?"
Roman abruptly stands up from his chair.
"It's my decision to make."
"Sit down boy. You're in my kitchen and the dec
ision is already made. I haven't given you shit quite yet. At least not until the lawyers send back the paperwork."
"Joseph Michael Masterson! There's no need to talk to your son using that language in my kitchen," Juliette admonishes.
"Oh my God," I say. "I don't even want the job. So everyone calm down."
"Why not?!" Roman turns his head and barks at me like the complete psycho he is. Wasn't he just about to argue his father down that he didn't want me taking this job?
"I could NEVER work for you. You are a complete crazy person. I'm sorry, Uncle Joseph, but I cannot work for this nut job."
"How about we all make an agreement then." Juliette adds with a little chuckle to her voice. "You only work in a location when Roman's not in the building. If he's at The Lotus that day, then you work at Solstice. And so on and so forth. He doesn't need to be around when you're working on the computers right?"
"What?!" Roman yells angrily.
"Simmer down." Joseph warns. "And don't you ever raise your voice to my wife again."
I know that Roman didn't mean to yell at Juliette, and Juliette knows it too; but I can see that Joseph is deadly serious. He's not loud at all. Not like Roman. He has more of a deadly calm demeanor that in my opinion takes years of practice to master. It's the type of calmness that reminds me of why my father may mistrust him.
Whatever he is though, what I do know is that he loves the hell out of my aunt, and I really like him for that. I guess sometimes he's just over the top with his protectiveness of her.
"I'm sorry, Juliette."
"It's no problem sweetie. Joseph was simply overreacting as usual." My aunt clunks down a plate of quiche in front of Joseph and practically tosses a fork in his lap.
"Listen … I think that the two of you can work out your own sensible working relationship that doesn't require an entire family discussion over breakfast. You're the boss, Roman. Just don't be so temperamental with Elizabeth okay?" My aunt winks at me.
I think I catch my uncle rolling his eyes at one of us, or all of us while he begins eating his slice of spinach and bacon quiche. He seems to be finished with the conversation as much as I am, and I almost feel as though Roman and I have been unceremoniously dismissed by him.
I swear that he and Roman have such a weird dynamic.
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