Roman: Book 2 (The Hunter Brothers Series)

by L. J. Dee

  “Chas, you need to work on your sister. I intend to spoil her with everything her heart desires. It won’t be much fun for either of us if she hyperventilates every time I pay for something, because that will be always. I’ll work on it from my side and all I ask is that you back me up. I appreciate this is a whole new world for her, but it’s a really great world if you can sit back and enjoy it,” he laughed as I joined him.

  “You got it, Superman, and thank you for the awesome new wardrobe,” I quipped, ending the call as my sister glowered at me.

  “What did he say?” she asked as I smiled broadly.

  “He asked me to help you get used to accepting that he’ll pay for everything your heart desires. Accepting it happily is a good thing, and not something you should ever feel guilty about. He wants to love you and spoil you, treat you and shower you with gifts. Really, Sis, you need to change your mind set about this. I think you worry about ending up in poverty again and I get that, I really do. I don’t earn that much and I’m not rolling in it, but you can bet your bottom dollar that if some glorious billionaire wanted to take away my financial worries and shower me with expensive gifts, that I’d let him. It makes him happy, Jess. He’s not some sugar daddy exchanging gifts for sex. He wants to marry you for goodness sake,” I said, rolling my eyes as she nodded. She didn’t look convinced. “I know you struggle with this, Jess, but Lucas isn’t trying to change you. You walk around on his arm in high street clothing and suits from the bloody supermarket and it doesn’t put him off. He isn’t shallow; he just wants you to have nice things. You really need to go with the flow here, or at least accept the gifts and give them to me. I’d happily accept them,” I grinned.

  “Twenty three grand through, Chas, I still can’t believe it,” she smiled and started to giggle.

  “I know; it’s the stuff dreams are made of. You’ve got the prize, Jess. You landed the fairytale and the way that Lucas is with you, I know you’ll get your happy ever after and you deserve it. He isn’t a frog, he’s a god damn prince, and if I were you, when we get back there, forget all your worries and go and give him twenty three thousand pounds worth of thank you,” I smiled mischievously as she laughed.

  “I will, but what about you, Chas. How are you getting on with your prize,” she asked as I laughed.

  “Oh, Roman is a frog, Sis, but he’s the best looking frog I’ve ever set eyes on. He’s utterly irresistible. If I need to kiss a few more like him before I find my prince, it will be a very happy search indeed,” I laughed as the car pulled across the long gravel drive and she bounced out, into the arms of a grinning Lucas. They disappeared before the driver had even unloaded the bags.

  “How was the shopping expedition?” Roman smiled as I walked into the kitchen.

  “It was brilliant,” I laughed as he pulled me into his arms, smirking with a very peculiar look on his face. He took my hand and picked up a pink bag that the driver had placed there, swinging it as he led me to the lodge.

  “What have you got there?” I asked as he patted an extended finger against his nose.

  “I called Germaine and asked for a few extra bits, I hope you don’t mind,” he said as I smiled. I couldn’t imagine minding anything from that store. Whatever it was, I was certain that at least it would be top quality.

  “I missed you this morning, I thought you might give me a show,” Roman said as I narrowed my eyes, trying for a peek inside, but whatever was in there was all boxed and wrapped in tissue.

  “What sort of show?” I asked as we made our way inside the lodge, straight to the bedroom and Roman lay back on the bed with his hands behind his head, gesturing for me to open the box.

  I bit my lip in barely concealed excitement, knowing immediately that he’d sent Germaine or her assistant to the lingerie section. It was an area I hadn’t seen, and I could only imagine how my eyes would water at the price of these flimsy pieces of fabric. “You choose,” he grinned as I pulled out the garments one by one. They were beautifully crafted, soft and incredibly intricate. Stocking and suspender belts with matching bra and thongs in red, white, navy and black, sheer silk stockings and a cerise pink baby doll with slits for my nipples and a very small set of matching crotchless panties. I was feeling sexy and naughty and I knew immediately which one Roman would be treated to first.

  I disappeared into the bathroom and pulled on the cerise ensemble which left nothing to the imagination and everything on show. I’d never worn anything like it and imagined Roman wouldn’t expect me to wear it first, but I was still on my dressing room supermodel high and buzzing with excitement.

  I kept my heels on, sashaying confidently out of the bathroom, standing before him, smiling sexily with my hand on my hip as he stared at me, black pupils ablaze as he swept his gaze across my body, quirking his eyebrow. “I expected a slap for that one,” he grinned as I smiled at him, walking over to the bed and climbing over him as he grabbed my arse firmly, nipples hardening through the slits in the fabric as his eyes roamed over my breasts.

  “Fuck, Chas, you look hot,” he said as I licked my lips, grinding my exposed pussy against the solid bulge in his pants.

  “How hot?” I smiled as he breathed deeply.

  “Extremely fucking hot,” he said in short sharp breaths, groaning as I climbed off and he grabbed me, pulling me back on top of him.

  “Oh no you don’t,” he grinned as I flashed my eyebrows, escaping his grip, already turned on but determined to stick to my guns.

  “Oh yes I do. One outfit doesn’t make a show, Mr Hunter, and I promised you a show.” My eyes landed on that tempting looking bulge as he groaned again.

  I wiggled my arse as I disappeared back into the bathroom, choosing the very virginal white number next, by way of a contrast, taking my time before opening the door again and walking around the room as he groaned deeply from low in his throat. “Baby, I’m getting desperate over here, what the hell are you trying to do to me? The horny little virgin looks just as amazing as the slutty, girly tease. Get over here,” he said as I smiled at him, making my way to the bed and kissing him long and hard before pulling away.

  “Get back here,” he growled and I almost caved, as wet and desperate for the feel of Romans hot, hard cock as I knew he was for me.

  “We’re not done yet,” I winked, running back to the bathroom and locking the door before he could follow me. I changed quickly into the black number, finishing with the soft black stockings which thrust my need up to epic levels, and it was all I could do not to touch myself.

  When I finally left the bathroom, he cursed and moaned under his breath as I gasped in delight. Roman had taken the time to shed his own clothes, his tanned muscular form lying across the cool white sheets looking utterly delectable as he stroked his thick solid shaft in his hand. “Oh baby,” I moaned, my eyes fixated on that incredible body, his sexy smirk revealing the fact that he knew he’d got me. If he didn’t touch me soon I felt like I’d burst, but I wasn’t giving in this easily.

  I stood at the foot of the bed, throwing my head back and moaning deeply as my fingers slid under underneath the cool silk of my panties, looking back at him and stroking myself. I expected him to pull me onto the bed, but he surprised me, flying up from the sheets and manhandling me urgently to face the cabinet I’d dusted only yesterday.

  He was desperate, breathing hard, smouldering as he caught my gaze in the mirror and pushing me forward as my hands grabbed the wooden rim for support. His hands were roaming up the front of my body, his lust pouring from every inch of his needy flesh, elevating my need to the very brink. He pulled my breasts roughly from the bra before ripping off my panties in a swift firm movement that made me gasp out loud and with the swift rip of foil he was inside me, hard, fast and unrelenting.

  It was like that first time, the need so powerful and deep, spurred on by each other’s cries, moans and sexual desire that we couldn’t get enough. Every thrust pounded against my G-spot, lighting a fire so deep within me that it was hard to
breathe. He was at my neck, his smell, his sounds and the sheen of his sweat meeting my flesh and driving me into paradise as I bent over further, tightening my grip on the dresser.

  This wouldn’t last long, it couldn’t. We were already drowning in ecstasy, eyes locked in the reflection of the mirror. He was cursing through ragged, shaky breaths as his hard cock increased its delectable pressure and I couldn’t take any more, screaming his name as my legs buckled beneath me. Roman held me, gripping me tightly as he stilled, squeezing his eyes closed as he came hard inside me, opening them with a blazing heat that flipped my heart and twisted my insides. This man was something else.

  I was still shaky as he lifted me across to the bed. We cuddled for an age, trying to normalise our breathing as I lay against that hot, hard, chest, my hair sticking to the soft film of sweat that was covering his skin. I breathed deeply, taking in every aspect of his scent. The smell of Roman after sex was laced with a pull so powerful I never wanted to move, and that was dangerous territory. Every inch of him was masculine, muscular and sinewy. It was perfect in its damage, the marks of his past serving only to make him more exciting and interesting as I swept gentle fingers slowly across each one.

  His beautiful body told a story, and it was one I would never fully comprehend or understand, knowing that the dangers he had faced were not written in the lines of books or filmed for entertainment, but every bit as real as the scars that littered his skin. It was intoxicating.

  “I need to shower, baby. I have to be somewhere,” he said, almost regretfully and I couldn’t hold back the sadness in my eyes that he was leaving. I knew he would, anytime, but wrapped in solid arms, bathing naked in the light of the high sun that flooded through the window, I didn’t want it to be now.

  “Don’t pout,” he said firmly as I pouted even harder and he kissed my forehead, swinging his solid thighs to the edge of the bed before walking to the bathroom and not looking back. I didn’t want him to go, listening to the heavy flow of the hot water and deciding I might use a little feminine force here.

  I didn’t know where he was going and I didn’t care. All I knew was that I didn’t want him to, making my way into the bathroom and watching him for a second as he lathered his hair in that delicious smelling shampoo. His eyes were closed and he hadn’t seen me, but I had a decision to make. Join him in that luxurious heat or surprise him in a different way. I decided to pull out the big guns.

  I tiptoed out, pink bag in hand and pulled on the baby doll and crotchless panties, knowing I wouldn’t have long. I styled my hair into bunches, slathering my lips in the girliest, bubblegum pink gloss I could find in my toiletry bag. The look was striking, if somewhat deviant, and as the water stopped I sat on the bed, cross legged and waited for him.

  He was looking down as he emerged from the bathroom, a small towel around his waist and as he looked up, his eyes almost bugged out of his head. He was stunned and speechless and there was definitely some movement behind that white towel. I bit my lip before smiling coyly.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Chas, I really need to go. You’re killing me here. This is work, babe,” he said, holding my gaze as I batted long lashes, being as girly as I could. It wasn’t a role I was used to playing, but it seemed to be having the desired effect.

  “Okay,” I smiled, widening my eyes and knowing from my cross legged position that everything was shamelessly on show for him.

  He ran his hands through his hair in something akin to exasperation as I shuffled on the bed, nipples hardening as I trained my eyes on the growing bulge beneath that towel. “Stop it, Chas,” he growled, his voice laced with frustration. “You look like some horny little Lolita there, trying to tempt me from what I should be doing, into what I most definitely should not. God, you look barely fucking legal,” he said as I smiled coyly, pouting again. I’d certainly pulled off the look.

  “I thought you liked illegal,” I smiled as he threw me a stern glare, tilting his head, eyes blazing into mine and I knew he was torn.

  “Chas, this is important. I really need to go,” he said, his breath hitching as he said it. He’d said the words, but his conviction was wavering as my confidence soared. Perhaps it was time to up the ante on the role play a little. I chewed on my lip, holding his gaze.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy, I didn’t mean to be a naughty girl. Do you want to punish me?” I asked, puckering my lips as he threw his head back, staring at the ceiling and squeezing his eyes shut. The bulge underneath that towel right now was unmistakeable and I smiled inwardly. The man was tormented and I couldn’t help the gleeful little giggle that burst from my mouth at the thought of a tortured Roman Hunter. I was getting my own back.

  The second he opened his eyes I knew I was in trouble. They were blazing with danger and that delicious little smirk was there as he cocked his head sexily and seared me with that penetrating gaze. “You know what happens to naughty little girls,” he said as my heart flipped in my chest, my stomach somersaulting in a unique combination of anxiety and glee as he stalked towards me, beckoning me to stand. I did so without the first clue what he was planning, and it only added to the excitement, firing up my cells. I could feel every bristle of anticipation that raced across my skin and the feeling was electrifying.

  “Naughty girls get spanked,” he said, smirking at my sharp intake of breath. I’d started this game, but I was sure he would end it. My brain was screaming that I wouldn’t like it, although the stirrings in my centre were telling a whole different tale. He sat on the bed, legs parted, discarding the towel as he pulled me over his lap, that beautiful, thick naked cock, pulsing against me. He rubbed my arse in circular motions, hooking his fingers beneath the sheer fabric of the pink panties and warming my skin, pulling my pigtails back as he forced me to look up at him.

  “Have you got something to say?” he growled, as I felt my own wetness seeping onto my thighs through the open crotch.

  “Sorry, Daddy,” I pouted as he took a deep breath, crashing his hand down on my arse as I screamed out a strangled sound that came out more like a moan. He took a sharp intake of breath as he assaulted my other cheek, pain radiating into a strong burning heat through my flesh and I was surprised at just how much I was enjoying this.

  “You’re a bad girl,” he said, smacking me again as I moaned out loud, craving more as those broad firm palms traced their comforting circles over my ignited skin. I felt his fingers slide across the swollen wet folds of my pussy, flushing as he gasped at the extent of my arousal. It was undeniable. Romans firm hand was turning me inside out as he dipped into my pussy, rotating his fingers as his cock twitched and jerked beneath my stomach and I knew I wasn’t alone in this.

  I groaned as he pulled out his fingers, chuckling softly before yanking my pigtails back again. “We’re not finished here. You made me miss a very important appointment with your games, young lady. Daddy needs to punish you some more,” he said, spanking me hard, three times in quick succession as my pussy pulsed in response to the pain. The sharp slaps echoed through the room and I screamed out loud on the last one, the sound turning to a throbbing moan as his fingers found my exposed clit and I unravelled almost instantly, shocked and surprised at just how much this had turned me on.

  I was insatiable, nowhere near done, and wanting Roman inside me so badly it hurt. His cock was enormous as he pulled me upright, biting my nipples gently through the slits in the fabric as I threw my head back and moaned out loud. “Get me a condom,” he said firmly as I made my way on shaky legs to the dresser, picking one up and holding my hands out towards him as I walked back. He shook his head slowly, his dark eyes sinful and brutal and I knew whatever was coming was about to blow my mind.

  “It is your fault I’m here and not where I should be. You’re a whole heap of trouble little girl, and you need to put that on me and get ready for some more punishment.”

  I rolled the condom over his thick shaft, unable to resist touching it much more than was necessary, running my hands across the hot ha
rd length as he drew in his breath through clenched teeth. “What do you want?” he asked as I stared at him for a second before my gaze shifted restlessly to his lap, pushing my legs together to try and relieve the pounding between my thighs.

  “I want you make you come, Daddy,” I whispered, “Can I sit on your lap?” I asked, not waiting for an answer as I spread my legs and forced my pussy down over every inch of him.

  “You’re a bad fucking girl,” he groaned as I started to move up and down, leaning back and thrusting my tits towards his face. I wanted to take this, needed to, had to. I was so turned on that nothing could stop me, spurred on by Roman’s deep carnal groans as he matched me thrust for thrust, grunting and cursing, sucking my tits and wrapping his hands in my pigtails as he punished me harder and harder.

  I was close again, and I knew from his breathing that he was too, twitching inside me as my clit rubbed against his pubic bone. I was so wet, and the sounds of hard cock meeting soft wet pussy squelched and slapped in the air all around. I moaned out loud, gripping those broad shoulders as I found my release. “I’m coming,” I breathed hoarsely, unable to manage anything else, lost in the oblivion of bliss as my insides spasmed around him. The muscles on his thighs were suddenly iron as he stilled, burying his head into my shoulder, crying out against my flesh and wrapping his arms tightly around me as we collapsed into one another’s necks. We were panting and gasping, flushed and sweaty, still for a few minutes as we came back down to earth.

  “Fucking hell, Chas,” he gasped as he pulled back, holding my face and my gaze and I wasn’t sure whether to feel elated or embarrassed. I’d never done anything like that with anyone else and it had been the horniest of revelations.

  “You’re incredible,” he whispered as his phone broke the silence and I finally found the strength to climb off his lap, flopping down on the bed to let him answer the incessant, persistent ringing. Whoever it was, they weren’t giving up.

  He listened for a second. “I know. I’m on my way,” he said as a wry smile crept across his mouth. “Alright, so I’m at the lodge. I hate that fucking tracker,” he laughed. “Yeah, something pretty extraordinary happened,” he grinned, staring at me as I smiled back. He was listening intently again.