"Mostly," I said, grabbing his wrists and moving his hands up to cover my breasts. His hands squeezed hard before his thumbs stroked over my hardened nipples. My palms moved to brace on his thighs behind me as my hips ground against him.
"Fuck," he said, shaking his head as he watched me, my pace unhurried though the need was like a coil wound too tight inside. His hands followed the band of my bra to my back and made short work of the clasps. I pressed back straight so he could slide the straps down my arms. As soon as the material was gone, his hands moved up and covered my bare breasts, the roughness of his palms moving over my sensitive nipples and wrenching a groan from me.
They were good breasts, not huge, but not tiny either, but his big hands completely covered them, squeezing them tightly before he took the hardened buds and rolled them between his fingers, almost to the point of pain. His hands went to my sides, squeezing in, and pulling my body forward. My hands braced on the back of the couch behind his shoulders as his head ducked, tilted, and his mouth closed over my nipple, sucking hard and deep as his other hand worked my other breast, overwhelming my already too-stimulated system.
"Paine, please," I pleaded as his mouth closed over my other nipple.
On a growl, his hands went to my ass again, digging in as he knifed up and to the side, making me land longways on the couch and bracing himself on his knees on the side and between my thighs. His hands left my ass and moved across my stomach, fingers slipping under the band of my pants and toying with the edge of my panties. They moved to the center and pushed the button. It took every ounce of self-control I possessed to keep from writhing shamelessly.
"Ready to scream?" he asked then, before I could even nod my agreement, his hand slid inside, not bothering to tease me first and going right under my panties. One finger slid up my cleft leisurely as if I wasn't just about ready to explode before hitting my clit and pressing in. I let out a moan that echoed off the walls in my quiet house. "Not quite there yet," he said, eyes heavy as he slid his middle finger down my cleft and slipped it inside me. He thrust a few times, making my hips rise up to meet his rhythm, before his finger curled up and started to work over the top wall, hitting my G-spot.
I was close. So freaking close. Every muscle in my body was tense and waiting for the rush of pleasure as my inner thighs started to shake in anticipation. His finger on my clit picked up its pace as his other moved to match inside me.
I felt myself tightening, Paine's eyes too hypnotic to look away from as my moans turned to whimpers, feeling too strangled for air to manage anything else.
"Come babygirl."
I was going to. I was...
My doorbell chimed, making my whole body jump, my eyes going huge. Paine's face spread into a slow smirk as he kept up the unrelenting pace on my clit and G-spot, pushing just to the edge.
"Else, open up! I left the key at my place," Roman's voice called through the door.
My eyes went even bigger and Paine's smirk got a little more sinister.
"Paine, I can't..."
But then his finger stopped working me in circles and pressed into my clit hard. He moved fast, arm whipping out and hand slapping down over my mouth just as my orgasm crested, just as strong as I had expected, my entire body jerking as the waves crashed over me and I screamed out against his palm, thankful for his foresight to muffle my cries. His finger thrust through, drawing it out, turning all my bones to liquid as I sucked in air greedily.
Spent, his finger pulled out of me and he sat back on his ankles as the bell chimed again. "Come on, Else. I have gelato and Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Let's stuff our faces, watch the best witty, sarcasm-laden crime drama ever made and forget about the world."
Paine's hand left my mouth and I shot up on the couch, leaning over the arm of it to retrieve my shirt. "Hold on!" I yelled, giving Paine big-eyes as he just sat there watching me with an amused smile. "You have to go," I whispered at him as I found my bra and stuffed it under the couch as I wrestled myself into my sweater.
"Tell him you can't tonight," Paine said back in a normal voice and when I shushed him, he just chuckled.
"I can't. I mean... I'm sorry. I know I'm leaving you high and dry, but I've been a shitty friend to him and things have been awkward since..."
"Since you figured out he wants to fuck you," Paine said, sitting as I moved to stand in front of him.
"Else, it's fifteen degrees out here. What the hell are you doing?"
"Paine, I'm sor..."
"Stop apologizing," he said, shaking his head as his hands snaked out and reached for the front of my jeans, using them to drag me forward slightly so he could zip and fasten them. Finished, he stood, taking up all my space, making our bodies touch from the knees up. The coffee table behind me blocked any retreat. His head ducked near my ear and he said in a quiet, sexy as all hell voice, "Told you I'd make you scream." Then he kissed my cheek and took off toward the kitchen where, I figured he learned from his breaking and entering, he knew there was an exit through the back.
"Elsie are you okay?" Rome's voice asked, starting to sound worried.
I ruffled my hair and rushed toward the door, feeling both come-drunk and frazzled at the same time. I slipped the locks and pulled the door open. "Hey, Rome. Sorry, I was just trying to..."
The rest of my sentence fell away as the bag he was holding fell to the steps and his hand moved out toward me, catching the ends of my hair and pushing the mass of it behind my shoulder. "Else, what the fuck happened to your neck?"
Shit. Shit shit shit.
I'd ripped off my scarf in the kitchen.
And the bruises were in no way better after another full day. If anything, they almost looked worse.
"Rome, I..."
"Is this why you were wearing that scarf the other night?" he asked, his hand settling on the side of my neck as his brown eyes that I always found sweet looked almost... devastated. His other hand went around my back and pulled me against his chest, holding me there tight. I felt his lips press into the side of my head. "Why didn't you tell me? Anything, Else, you can tell me anything. If some asshole did... something..."
Oh, God. No. While that would certainly be an easier thing to explain, I couldn't let him think I was assaulted like that.
"No!" I yelped as his arm squeezed me tighter. "No, it wasn't that. Rome, I promise. I was... just... mugged. It was nothing. No big deal. Ease up, I can't breathe," I said, swatting his back and letting out a fake laugh.
He released me, brows drawn down slightly. "Since when do you keep shit like that from me, Else? This is not 'no big deal'. This is a big fucking deal. Did you report it? Does your father kno..."
"Rome, I'm a big girl. I handled it." Sort-of. Really some big, arrogant, jackass of a private investigator handled it for me, but regardless, it was handled.
"Okay," he said, looking hurt again as he leaned down to retrieve the bag he dropped.
"What kind did you get? I asked, trying for lighthearted and, despite my best efforts, it came off forced.
"Salted caramel for you and..."
"Brownie swirl for you," I finished, giving him a smile that I actually did feel. It was nice to realize that, despite my entire world being turned on its axis, some things never really changed.
He gave me a tight smile that he didn't feel and moved to step inside, making me take a step back, somewhat frantically looking around to make sure Paine had disappeared. I went to the kitchen and got us towels to wrap around the ice cream tubs and spoons and walked back to the living room where Rome had already loaded the DVD into the machine and got the movie going.
He pulled the top off my gelato and handed it to me, gesturing next to him on the couch. The couch where Paine had just given me a mind-numbing orgasm with just his fingers. I sat down awkwardly, putting my legs up over his as was our usual TV-watching position, and tried to focus on the movie, not the memory of Paine's hands and mouth on me.
Two hours later, we
were watching the credits, ice cream long abandoned on the coffee table. Empty, of course. What monster got a pint of gelato and didn't eat it all in one sitting?
One of Rome's hands landed on my knee and squeezed, drawing my attention. "What's going on here?" he asked, face impassive, but I knew him well enough to know there was weight behind the question.
"What do you mean?"
"Else, honey, things have been weird here," he said, gesturing to the air between us, "for a while now."
"Rome, it's just been a hell week at..."
"No," he cut me off, shaking his head. "Not just this week. This has been almost a month. Ever since Elana took off on some harebrained vacation." I closed my eyes tight at that lie and I knew my guilt was all over my face. I knew it and Rome saw it. "Is Elana not on vacation? Is she at some kind of clinic somewhere?" he asked, knowing Elana took her rebellion a bit more seriously than he and I had ever dared. It wasn't crazy to think that she had ended up at some kind of rehab.
"She's not at a clinic, Rome," I said, feeling tears well up unbidden and trying to blink them away before they were seen.
But Rome was Rome and he saw them. "Else, honey, what's going on?"
"She's missing. Not legally, but... she's missing. They wouldn't let me file a report, telling me she probably just took her money and hit a beach somewhere. But she left Alfred in her house without food, Rome. She never would have just... left him to starve to death so she could go get a tan, sip margaritas, and have sex on the beach. No way."
"Jesus Christ, Else. Why wouldn't you tell me?"
That was a good question to which I didn't have an answer. I hadn't been the one who originally fed Roman the lie about her going on vacation. That was my father spreading the information far and wide. It got back to Roman's dad, Rhett, and then that got back to Rome. Way before I had even stopped freaking out enough to tell him the truth myself. Why I hadn't corrected him, set things straight, yeah that was completely beyond me.
I guess I got so busy chasing down leads, trying to understand what happened. I knew Rome would get my need for answers, but he also would have made me be careful, contact the cops again, let him get involved. He damn sure never would have let me go check out the warehouse on Kennedy all by myself.
I didn't want anyone slowing me down.
And that made me, well...
"I'm such a shitty friend," I whimpered, putting my hands up over my face to keep the ugly cry hidden.
I really, really needed a free hour to myself to get these emotions out of my system so I stopped crying at the drop of a dime. It was getting pathetic.
"Else, no," Rome said, voice soft again as his arms grabbed me around the back and under the knees, pulling me up onto his lap and letting me pull it together against his neck.
It took me an embarrassingly long two or three minutes before I remembered that I couldn't do that with Rome anymore. I couldn't cry on his chest. I couldn't sit in his lap. I couldn't keep confusing him. Feeling me stiffen, Rome's arms fell from around me as I scooted off his lap and dropped down on the seat beside him.
"Sorry. I'm a mess."
"Oh please. This is nothing. Remember when Alexi dumped you junior year? That was a mess," he teased, bringing up the memory of me ugly snot crying on the abandoned bleachers after school one afternoon, using Rome's school sweatshirt sleeve to wipe at my running mascara. When he had finally gotten me into his car a while later and I pulled down the mirror, yeah, let's just say it wasn't pretty. "This is just someone who works too hard and doesn't ever let anyone else help shoulder her burden so she gets over-tired and emotional thinking she's a shit friend, when she's really the best friend anyone could ask for."
"Oh yeah? Then how come I haven't asked you what led to gelato and a kickass Robert Downey Jr. and Val Kilmer movie on a Sunday night when you like to get extra sleep for work Monday morning?"
"Because you have more important things on your mind than my stupid work problems."
"I never have too much on my mind when you need to talk, Rome."
He gave me a smile, tucking my hair behind my ear. "I know that, Else. But not tonight. Tonight you need to get some sleep. We will catch up over the week, okay?"
"Rome really..." I pressed as he moved to stand.
"Shush. Go on. Go up to bed. Put a cold compress on those eyes and that throat. We'll get coffee after work whatever day works for you, okay?"
"Okay," I said, giving him a smile as I followed him to the door.
He pulled it open, turning, then turning back. "You need to talk about this, call me. Don't bottle it up. Okay?"
"Okay," I agreed and he kissed my forehead and took off down the steps.
I closed and locked the doors, turned off the DVD and the TV, cleaned up the ice cream, then made my way back upstairs, stopping in my bedroom doorway to untie my shoes and kick out of them before going inside.
"Don't scream," Paine's deep voice said from somewhere inside the dark room, repeating the first words he ever said to me and making me jump, my heart going into overdrive.
Ten
Elsie
"Jesus Christ," I said, hand slapping down over my heart as I heard his heels kick the platform of the bed as, I imagined, he rose from it. "You were supposed to leave."
"We had some unfinished business," he said, arms going to my hips and sinking in slightly.
"You were seriously just up in my bedroom in the dark while I was watching a movie with Rome?"
"Yep."
"That's kinda creepy," I said, fighting the urge to lean forward and press my face into his chest, breathe in his spicy scent, steal some of his strength.
"Flick that light on, Elsie," he demanded, pushing me back a step toward the door and the light switch.
"Why?"
"When I finally slide inside you, babygirl, I want to watch your face."
My sex clenched hard, making my thighs tense and my breasts get heavy again. I reached blindly behind me and hit the switch. The room got bright, making me squint for a second until my eyes adjusted. Then Paine was advancing toward me, each step predatory, animalistic. I found myself retreating until the wall prevented any more backing away. Once he got close, his hands went around my back to my ass and sank in hard, lifting me up and off my feet, coaxing my legs into going around his waist. My arms went around his shoulders as he slammed me back against the wall hard as he thrust his hips upward, making his hardness slam against my cleft, and having me moan out his name into his neck.
His hips pressed in hard, pinning mine to the wall as his hands left my ass. "Arms up," he barked and I hesitantly raised them, a little worried he would drop me. His hands grabbed the material and ripped it off. His hands closed over my heavy breasts, squeezing and kneading. I leaned back against the wall, using all the strength in my legs to move my hips against him while still holding on tight, feeling his cock part my folds and press against my clit. His head moved forward and lowered toward my neck, kissing up to my ear then licking a trail back down, sinking in his lips and sucking.
I was pretty sure I was going to come just from that.
Wanting to draw it out, I slipped my legs from around his waist, settling them down on the floor for a second to make sure they would hold me, then pressing Paine back a foot as I lowered down in front of him, hands going to his button and zip as my eyes stayed on his.
To be perfectly honest, I was hit or miss on whether I wanted to give a blow job or not. Sometimes, well, it was simply a lot less work to have sex. But right then, at the feet of one of the sexiest men I had ever known in person, I wanted nothing more than to take him in my mouth, to hear his hisses and gasps and groans as I worked him, to feel his hands go into my hair, curling in tight when things started to get intense. I wanted his pleasure at my mercy. I wanted that power.
I pulled down his zip, reaching up and grabbing his pants and boxer briefs and pulling them down at the same time.
I drew in a lo
ng breath as his cock came into view, long and thick and promising a fullness greater than I had known before. But that would come later. After I got to taste him first.
My hand reached out and closed around his shaft, my thumb stroking over the wet head, before stroking down to the hilt before I ducked my head and moved forward, sticking my tongue out and lavishing over the tip of his cock.
"Fuck," Paine groaned, his hand slamming down on the crown of my head and squeezing, curling into my hair like he was fighting the urge to push me forward.
On a thrill of accomplishment, I closed my mouth around his cock and sucked hard as I took him as deep as I could before my gag reflex engaged, which was, given his size, about halfway. I moved back up slightly, turning my head in a circular motion as I did so and continuing it as I moved back down, pressing my tongue flat and taking him a little deeper. His taste filled my mouth as he got more turned on, urging me to move faster, each time I got to the tip, running my tongue over and slightly under it, hitting that sensitive spot there before taking him deep again.
"Fuck Elsie," Paine's voice growled.
There was a tapping sound on the wall behind me and I thought it was Paine until his hand released my hair and he hissed out, "What the fuck?"
I flew backward, flinging my hair out of my face.
"Sounds like someone is having a good time in there," a familiar, cocksure, jackass voice called from the hall. "I hate to interrupt but me and Elsie have some matters to discuss."
"Fuck off, Sawyer," I growled, hands frantically covering my breasts as I tried to get to my feet. Paine had already snagged his pants and pulled them back up, reaching an arm out to help steady me as I reached for my sweater.
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