Roman: Book 2 (The Hunter Brothers Series)

by L. J. Dee

  “Oh fuck, Chas, yeah. You feel so good, baby, you need me to fill you everywhere,” he growled as he slowed his pace, pulling out slightly as his fingers wet my arse and worked their magic, spreading my arousal and I knew it was only a matter of time.

  “No,” I gasped as I felt him push through the resistance of that tight space, but there was no conviction in my gasp as he hissed through clench teeth.

  “You want this, baby.”

  He was groaning low and deep in his chest, and knowing just how much this was turning him on spurred me on even harder, enveloped in a new wave of insatiable need and bliss. He moved his fingers further inside me, his cock plunging deep into my pussy as I screamed out loud.

  I was yelling ‘no’, but pushing myself further into him, forcing his fingers deeper as he opened me up. His carnal groans were as forceful and abandoned as I’d ever known. “I can’t take much more of your teasing, baby,” he said as his cock moved to my forbidden place, stroking along the outside as his fingers continued to open me up. His other hand was between my thighs now, teasing my clit and I was lost, feeling the stinging burn as Roman entered me and I didn’t have the strength or the inclination to even pretend to protest any more.

  His lubricated cock pushed through my resistance. It hurt, but not in a way that I wanted it to end. It was thrilling, a new experience that I’d never had before as delicious waves pulsed from my clit and I was close to falling apart. He eased in gently as I screamed again, his pressure on my pussy increasing as I exploded in pure bliss, white lights bursting behind my eyes, pain converged with absolute pleasure and he filled me completely as I unravelled beneath him.

  The burn was gone, the unique feeling of fullness prolonging my orgasm as my muscles gripped and squeezed. “Oh baby, you feel so fucking good. Your arse is so tight, so pleasurable. I can’t begin to tell you how amazing this feels.”

  He was groaning deeply, moaning and cursing as he powered into me, those calloused hands running across my skin before he gripped me tightly, stilling and shuddering, releasing a deep carnal sound from low in his throat as I gasped and moaned, feeling every inch of his jerking cock as he came hard inside my arse.

  I couldn’t believe I’d allowed him to do that, but I was glad that I had. He was right; I didn’t know what I’d been missing. Sexually Roman was an expert; an experienced lover who was delivering pleasure like I’d never known before. He extracted himself slowly as I gasped, rolling me over and picking me up, carrying me exhausted and sated into the shower.

  We stood forehead to forehead, our breathing still ragged as the water enveloped us in its lush warmth, easing my aching muscles as we held each other closely, gazing and kissing silently under the jets. We washed one another carefully as Roman regarded me in what looked like awe. The intimacy in those quiet moments spoke a thousand words, and I smiled gently up at him as he turned off the water, wrapping me in a huge towel before drying himself and carrying me over to the bed.

  I watched him through the mirror as he brushed my hair softly, perched on the edge of the bed with Roman sitting behind me, strong muscular thighs encircling me as we silently came to grips with what had just happened.

  He might have had anal sex a million times, but it had been my first and he was taking care of me, showing me affection and warmth as I leaned back into his hot hard body and he just held me there.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked as my stomach rumbled and I nodded, laughing. He plumped up the pillows and beckoned me under the sheets. “Wait there, I’ll get us something,” he smiled as I pulled the covers tight, grinning to myself. It was another side of Roman I hadn’t seen and I was enjoying the hell out of it. He wasn’t going up to the house, he was still bollock naked. I heard him opening and closing drawers in the kitchenette before he appeared at the doorway with a giant smile on his face, holding up a tub of ice cream and two spoons.

  “Will this do?” he asked, tilting his head.

  “Perfect,” I grinned as he bounded into bed beside me, handing me a spoon as I tucked in. It was gloriously sweet and delicious and exactly what I needed. I laughed when I noticed it was cherry flavour. “You thinking of popping these too?” I smiled, taking one of the full fruits and grinding it between my front teeth. I winced slightly, hit by a momentary brain freeze.

  “Yeah, I love popping cherries, there’s nothing so exciting,” he smiled, kissing my forehead and squishing the fruit with his perfect white teeth. “Alison always keeps this in the lodge for me, in case I come back. Unless we have expected guests the kitchen isn’t stocked, but there is always cherry ice-cream. They make it at the ice-cream farm in the next village. It’s not as incredible as your cherry, baby, but it’s still pretty good. What do you think?” he smiled as I sucked on another spoonful.

  “It’s delicious. I’ve never even heard of cherry ice cream.”

  “They do all kinds of flavours, sweet and savoury and they have a play area and a petting zoo. Dex would like it. It’s a nice day out, maybe I could take you sometime,” he said, completely knocking the wind from my sails as I stared up at him.

  “We both know that’s not going to happen,” I smiled, but it was impossible to disguise the faint trace of disappointment in my tone. It was a nice thought, and visions of me, Roman and Dex casually strolling through the ice cream farm on a warm summer day flashed into my thoughts before I pushed them away.

  “You’re right, gorgeous, I’m getting carried away on all the endorphins from this incredible sex,” he laughed as I leaned into his shoulder. “Is your arsehole sore?” he asked, and just like that he had burst the bubble of my impossible little fantasy. It was probably just as well.

  “A little,” I said, biting my lip and trying to hide my embarrassment.

  “Only a little? So we can go again?” he grinned wickedly, flashing his eyebrows.

  ‘Absolutely not’ every muscle in my body screamed to my tempted brain. “Arsehole” I quipped, smiling up at him.

  “Fucking brilliant, get on your front then.” I shook my head, slapping him playfully on the arm. “You can’t blame a man for trying, Chas, you are pretty amazing, baby,” he smiled, kissing me softly and sending a warm shiver through the very heart of me, in direct contrast to the freezing cold ice-cream.

  I felt blissfully sated, comforted by Roman’s heart-warming affection, curled up against him as I drifted off, reminding myself over and over again – ‘This man is not for keeps’.

  Chapter Eleven

  The boutique was an understatement. It was a huge designer paradise with private membership and this season’s everything, with a service and price tag to match. This wasn’t where you came to choose a dress. Here, the dress chose you, or at least its wonderful owner did.

  I wasn’t certain what was happening at first when the beautiful and immaculate Germaine stood for a few moments, looking us over in a way I’d never been looked over before. The soft swish of her clear grey eyes across my entire being was neither catty nor sexual, but neutral, hovering on my hair and face before she moved on to Jess.

  “I have the perfect things,” she smiled, gesturing for us to sit in plush high backed chairs as her assistant trotted in and offered us a drink. Being ten in the morning we settled on tea with a wafer thin ginger snap. Two hours later and I’d have been diving into the champers.

  “Thing,” Jess called after her as I nudged her and scowled.

  “He said we could get what we wanted,” I grinned, flashing my eyebrows. “Let’s not be too hasty, Sis. Lucas is a billionaire, he won’t mind,” I said as she shook her head.

  “I don’t want him to think I’m with him for his money.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that one.

  “I’m fairly certain he doesn’t, Jess. If you were, then you’d have sealed the deal on that proposal without a second thought and pulled him into Asprey or Tiffany before he could breathe. I have no idea why you keep holding back on that man, he’s solid gold in every way. You forgave him for the ‘Daddy’ thing
then?” I asked as she smiled.

  “When he explained what had happened I had no choice. I actually felt sorry for him. He was asking his brothers advice in confidence and Dex was listening. Lucas didn’t fully appreciate how five year olds tend to do that, and then drop you in it at the most inappropriate time,” she laughed. “How can I be mad at him when all he wants is to provide security for me and my son? I never really appreciated just how vulnerable Lucas is because he never seems it, but he said that when it comes to me, he feels lost. He’s on unfamiliar territory here, we both are, only it unnerves him much more than it does me, because he’s so used to being in control. It disorientates him when he isn’t.”

  I laughed gently. I could only imagine. What I couldn’t believe was that my little sister was the one who had made Lucas Hunter feel vulnerable. I couldn’t imagine it had ever happened before. “Did you put his mind at ease?” I asked as she nodded, flushing gently and I knew there was more mileage in this story.

  “How?” I asked, holding her gaze and silently demanding an answer.

  “I told him that theoretically I’d agree to his proposal, but that there was no need to rush anything. He has me and Dex, we aren’t going anywhere. I love him, Chas, and that’s enough for now,” she smiled as I shook my head.

  “I’d still get the ring, just to put Roberta in her place,” I said as she laughed.

  “I’m not getting engaged just to spite someone else! He’s only been calling me his girlfriend for a week and there is so much going on with this family right now, he needs to put them first. He’s still grieving, Chas, they all are. They’ve lost their mother and their father less than seven months apart, both in tragic and sudden, unexpected circumstances. He has the estate and the business to sort out, not to mention all the personal stuff, so I told him to concentrate on that for now. When we get engaged I’d like to be able to celebrate properly, with a happy heart, and I want Lucas to do the same. It’s the right sentiment, just not the right time,” she smiled and for a second I was blown away by her maturity. My sister had accelerated into adulthood long before her time, and to her credit she was far less screwed up than she ought to be.

  “I’m really proud of you, Jess,” I smiled as a text came through on her phone and she passed it to me.

  ‘Go mad. I mean it! Speak to your sister, she won’t hold back. Seriously, baby, you never let me treat you. It will make me really happy xxx’

  My grin widened and I couldn’t resist texting back.

  ‘She will, Lucas, leave it to me!’

  There wasn’t time for any further chit chat as Germaine came back through, smiling at us broadly. “Ladies, please follow me. I have arranged all the outfits in the changing rooms for you. I’ll be outside to check if there are any sizing issues or alterations. We can do them today and deliver them to Greenfield Hall before tonight if necessary,” she said happily as we followed her into a huge space where a dozen dresses hung for each of us, together with bags, shoes and accessories as we gasped out loud. I didn’t dare look at the price tags. I was cheeky, but even I wouldn’t risk twelve!

  “Take your time,” she smiled as we took an outfit each, disappearing behind the broad curtains and I could hear the assistant join Germaine outside. “Chas, the brunette will look stunning in the black Prada,” she said as my ego mushroomed and I smiled to myself. “And Jess has such golden hair and deep dark eyes, that I immediately thought Versace. It would bring out her skin tone beautifully,” she said as I zipped myself up, hearing my sister giggle under her breath, regarding myself for the first time in the three way mirror.

  This dress was fucking awesome!

  I wasn’t certain how or where the underwear would go. It clung to every inch of my skin, from the neck to mid thigh, with arms that flared out at three quarter length. From the front it looked conservative, but the back was a whole other ball game. It hung on my shoulders, open to the base of my spine with a golden zip that ran the entire length of my arse to the hem. One small tug of that and I was exposed to the world. It was as sexy as sin and Roman would love it.

  I stepped out of the cubicle at the same time as my sister and we looked at one another, gasping and squealing. The assistant enthusiastically clapped her hands before Germaine glowered at her. I wasn’t sure why. Perhaps she thought it was unprofessional, but it was exactly what I wanted to do myself. We looked incredible.

  Germaine rose from the red velvet high backed chair that looked like a throne and walked around us slowly, taking in every inch and shaking her head gently. “These are a perfect fit, ladies. I’d suggest absolutely no alterations,” she smiled as we walked across to the shoes. I picked out the highest I could find, my heart fluttering slightly as I glimpsed the red soles. Jess spotted it and gave me a little smirk.

  If there was such a thing as lady heaven, I was here, looking at the full outfit in the mirror and knowing this was it. “You look like a supermodel, Chas,” Jess laughed as I smiled broadly, staring at my own reflection, somewhat disbelievingly. I was attractive and I knew it. Insecurity about my looks rarely entered my radar. I had bad hair days and big butt days like every other woman on the planet, but generally I looked pretty good and never put myself down. There were enough bastards out there doing that already, so I never saw the point in it, but I’d never considered myself supermodel quality. Jess was right. In this dress there was every chance I could just about pull it off.

  “So do you,” I smiled at my sister as she looked at me bashfully. Since Jake and before Lucas, Jess hadn’t had many compliments, largely because she rarely went anywhere and kept her head down when she did. She was always so focused on Dexter, that any attention she got she blew off without listening, but my sister was stunning. She rocked hot girl next door, and right now she rocked the supermodel look herself.

  “We’ll take these,” she smiled at Germaine who nodded and asked the assistant to box them up, returning to the curtain before I pulled her back.

  “What are you doing?” I asked as she laughed.

  “I’m getting dressed. We’ve got our outfits,” she smiled as I shook my head.

  “One dress does not a mad woman make,” I laughed. “We’ve got more to try. Come on, Jess, I promised Lucas,” I pouted jokingly as she picked up the next and I did the same.

  We were there for two hours, trying on, waltzing around on the changing rooms, and by the time we were finished we knew which designers were best for us and which were not. Germaine pointed out the areas we should highlight, the colours that would do us the most justice and the styles and cuts we should aim for, depending on which look we were trying to achieve.

  It was mind blowing. I thought I knew what suited me, but this was a whole new world as we finally settled on three dresses each, jewellery to compliment, two pairs of shoes and one handbag for tonight. I still wasn’t certain we’d gone mad enough, but when I whispered to Germaine to ask how much it all was, I nearly keeled over right there. We’d spent over twenty three thousand pounds. I wasn’t telling Jess, at least not until we were in the car.

  “What a morning,” she grinned as I joined her. The experience had been incredible and I had loved every second of it.

  “There are definite perks to having a billionaire boyfriend,” I quipped as she laughed.

  “I’m glad those things didn’t have price tags on, Chas. Even now I have a problem with splurging cash. I guess it comes from when we had nothing, Sis, except the choice between food and heating,” she said as I squeezed her hand tightly.

  “That’s all the more reason why you should enjoy it when it comes along,” I smiled at she looked across at me.

  “You’re right,” she laughed gently. “I bet that was over two grand or something,” she said sheepishly, biting her lip. In my sister’s defence, she had never entered a designer boutique in her life. She read trashy celebrity magazines instead of high end fashion ones and wouldn’t have the faintest idea that each dress alone had cost more than that. If she ever wore des
igner it was borrowed from Elite, and I knew the prices because I bought the things. It was a deal I’d negotiated early on with Patrick and he’d agreed without reservation. He hated shopping and thought I had impeccable taste. It was one of the highlights of my job.

  “That little lot came to £23, 634,” I grinned, watching her face contort in a shock before the blood drained from her cheeks and she gasped loudly.

  “Fuck, Chas, we’ve got to go back. We need to return some of this stuff,” she said as I shook my head, pulling out my phone.

  “Hi Lucas, do you have a brown paper bag in this car, only my sister needs to regulate her breathing. I think she’s having a panic attack.”

  “What’s the matter with her, Chas?” he asked seriously, flooded with concern as I burst out laughing.

  “She says we spent too much and we have to go back and return some stuff,” I said as he sighed.

  “Put her on.”

  I smiled, passing the phone to my sister and clicking it to loud speak. This I wanted to hear.

  “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he asked kindly and I could hear him smiling down the line.

  “Nothing has a price tag, Lucas, I honestly had no idea how much everything was. We went mad like you said and got three dresses each and shoes and everything. Chas just told me it was over twenty three grand,” she said, still in shock as she repeated the figure and Lucas started laughing.

  “Is that all? I thought I told you to go mad. Germaine opened up especially for you,” he said as my sister’s jaw dropped open.

  “Don’t be so glib, Lucas. That is an absolute fortune,” she said, shaking her head as he sighed.

  “I’m not being glib and I have a fortune which I very much enjoy spending on you, so get used to it. Now put your sister on,” he laughed as she smiled finally, glancing at me, her eyes narrowing as I clicked it off loudspeaker.