by S. M. Shade
So much for not giving in to Roman Hunt.
“Quite the charmer,” I say, even though it doesn’t come out with as much snark as I want. It sounds more breathy, giving me away.
His eyebrows bounce. “So you’ve been wooed?”
“I never got those chocolates,” I reply, still hoping to delay the possible fireworks. If his sexing is anywhere nearly as good as his kissing… I’ll be in love by the morning.
Sexing? Did I really just think sexing?
My robo hand suddenly grabs and cups my… sex. Oh no. Oh fuck me.
“No!” I shout when robo hand starts trying to pull my pants down, probably to actually fuck me with those damn metal fingers that are not meant for masturbation. “Don’t you dare!”
Robo hand hesitates, still shoved halfway down my pants, and I start unstrapping the harness frantically. “What are you doing?” Roman asks me, reminding me that he’s witnessing this horrifying moment.
“I have to get it off!” I snap. Robo hand hears that command all wrong, and it starts shoving down my pants again, and my eyes watch in horror as it tears my underwear off.
“No! Not you! I have to get you off! I don’t want you getting me off!” I shout at the rogue, bitch arm.
Loud laughter snaps me out of my panicked haze, and my eyes dart to the closed door. At least ten people are laughing on the other side of it, which means they’re totally hearing this all wrong.
“Have fun with that, Hunt,” someone calls through the door, causing my cheeks to warm even more. “Sounds like she’s a giver and not a taker. Lucky bastard.”
The arm is still again, but I’m far more frozen, as Roman stares at me with his fist over his mouth, his body shaking with silent laughter.
This. Is. Hell.
Cursing, I finish undoing the harness, thinking of anything and everything to keep my damn hand from violating me. As soon as it’s undone, I freeze. One step left, and I can remove my arm, but that means Roman will be seeing me without it. Even though I’ve overcome my insecurities for the most part, I still feel too vulnerable when there’s nothing but my true arm.
“You need help or something?” Roman asks.
He’s kept his distance until this moment, and now he’s walking closer.
“I… should probably go back to my room,” I say on a soft breath.
“Why? Because your arm is going crazy? I thought you were taking it off. I sure as hell don’t want that thing anywhere near my balls after what it did to that flashlight. Hence the reason I’m over here.”
He points to where he’s standing, smirking like he finds this amusing. As much as I appreciate the fact he doesn’t seem to mind, I also know how it feels when a guy sees me without my arm for the first time. We’re only here for a few more days. There’s no reason to leave myself that exposed to him.
“I have another arm in my room,” I tell him, even though the moment is pretty much lost and sex is no longer as appealing to me. “But I think I should just call it a night.”
I stand and start walking to the door, when he calls out, “Why?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I cut through the bathroom, and thank mercy that our door is unlocked on the other side.
As soon as I’m inside, my eyes flit to where Lydia is snoring in the bed, sprawled across it like she’s the only one who has to sleep in it.
I could be in Roman’s bed right now. I’d probably be working on an orgasm instead of just thinking about what it would have been like. My mood was soured, and his would have been too if I’d taken the time to go change into another arm.
I bet Henley is getting fucked right now. Two-armed girls have all the fun.
Blowing out a frustrated breath, I finish removing my arm, my socket, and my liner, then send dad a message.
ME: My arm violated me tonight. To be more precise: It tried to fuck me. I’m not wearing it again until you fix it.
Even though it’s closing in on two in the morning, it’s likely he’s still awake. I don’t wait for a response from him.
Instead, I stare out the window, watching the flashlights flicker from all around as everyone closes in on the elusive treasure as I pull off my clothes. My ripped up “Fun Zone” panties fall to the ground with my pants that they were caught in.
Stupid savage arm. I liked those panties.
Just as I get changed into a long T-shirt, someone knocks at the door. Damn Henley.
“Forget your key?” I ask as Lydia snores on, and I open the door to—
A squeal leaves me when I’m suddenly being jerked out of the room by my hips and slammed against a wall in the hallway. My wide eyes lock with Roman’s a second before his lips come down on mine, and I’m lost, kissing him back as his tongue slips in and demands all my attention.
I moan against his mouth as he essentially devours me, because it’s definitely more than a kiss. The fingers of my right hand find silky hair to hold onto, and his hands slide down to my ass, jerking me closer until I feel every hard inch of him straining through his pants.
He tears his mouth away from mine, leaning back enough so that his hungry eyes sear a hole through me.
“Pretty tired of you taking off when I’m not finished,” he says before his lips seize control of mine again.
I’m still holding onto his hair, and I don’t let go, using my grip to pull him even closer. His hands roam over my body until he suddenly bends and lifts me, never breaking the kiss. I don’t fight him when he lifts me. Nope. I wrap my legs around his waist, forgetting all about the fact I’m not wearing panties under this shirt until his hands grab bare flesh on my ass.
He groans against my lips and stumbles as he grips me tighter. I grind against him like a shameless girl with one thing on my mind. So much for that mood being soured.
I try to reach for him with my other hand, and it isn’t until then that I remember I removed it. He’s too busy kissing me stupid for me to think about it for too long. When I hear a door shut somewhere, I realize we’ve made it back into his room, and my breath catches when he drops me to the bed.
His eyes are trained where my shirt has risen up. I’m damn glad I got that wax job before coming here, considering he seems to be intent on getting an eyeful.
“I feel underdressed next to you,” I say, leaning back on my elbows. Well, what little bit of elbow I have on one arm, that is.
His eyes flick up to meet mine, and he stumbles as he starts ripping his shirt over his head. A grin flits across my lips as he curses his pants. One thing is for sure; I could stare at his body all day, so I don’t get annoyed with how long it takes him to finally battle his pants down. I also don’t point out that I can do it quicker with just one hand. It seems a little bit like bragging, after all.
I do, however, go ahead and toss my shirt aside, since I don’t want him to take all day getting me the rest of the way naked.
My thoughts cease when he finally shoves his jeans and boxers down at the same time, because I think he really does stay hard all the time. My eyes glue themselves to that part of his body as he starts moving toward me. It’s not until he grabs my legs and jerks me down to the end of the bed that my eyes pop up to find him smirking at me.
Before I can ask what he’s doing, his head disappears between the V of my thighs, and my hand grabs and twists in the sheet. My eyes roll back in my head when his lips fasten onto that bundle of nerves, not playing games as he flicks his tongue and sucks in unison.
I think I call him amazing, or perhaps I call him a fucking clit-owning legend… Not sure. I’m too busy moaning to keep up with what praises I’m dealing out. Something loud thumps from somewhere distant, but nothing matters besides Roman and what he’s doing to me.
My stomach muscles tighten, and I can’t decide if I want to push him away or pull him closer when it starts to feel too good. When it hits, it crackles across my body and rolls through me like a euphoric tidal wave. My back arches, and another string of random praises release from my loose lips as
I cry out his name. Yes, I really just freaking screamed his name like a porn star.
I’m panting, and writhing, and begging him to stop or never to stop… Not really sure which. He breaks away, slowly climbing over my body as I watch him, unable to move.
When he finally slides over me fully, he reaches past me, grabbing something from the nightstand. I smile when I hear the distinct sound of paper crinkling.
He brings the condom to his mouth, uses his teeth to help tear it open, watching me the entire time. My hand comes up and discreetly slides into his hair, checking to make sure I didn’t leave him with any bald patches.
His hand moves between us, and my legs slide up higher, my skin rubbing against his as I move them. He shudders like the motion is driving him insane, and that seductively powerful feeling uncoils inside me.
I’ve always liked sex. However, feeling sexy isn’t as easy as it used to be. But right now… with the way he’s looking at me and reacting to me… I’ve never felt sexier.
You can’t fake that kind of lust, and I really like it.
Something thumping in the background dully registers as Roman shifts, keeping his eyes fixed on mine like he wants to make sure I see him and only him. My breath catches in my throat when his hips rock, and I feel him right where I want him.
With an agonizingly slow pace, he starts to push in, and I whimper while trying to rock my hips, urging him to move faster. Unfortunately, he has me pinned with his body, and all the control is his when he grabs my one hand. Our fingers interlock, and his eyes stay on mine as his jaw stays tight.
Suddenly, he thrusts deep, and my entire body feels full. I fight hard to keep my eyes open, because I can’t help but love that look in his gaze. His lips brush mine, but he doesn’t kiss me as he slowly rocks in and out, taking his time, and driving me insane.
He lifts up, barely separating our bodies, and his pace quickens as he starts driving in from the perfect angle, hitting everything just right until that knot balls up in my core, just waiting to explode.
My eyes finally shut when I can’t take it any longer, and it snaps something in him as the pace becomes punishing, almost too good all over again. He doesn’t make a sound, but I’m making enough noise for the both of us.
And then, that thread breaks, and that explosion really does happen twice as powerfully as before. My body seizes, stiffening like I can’t take all the pleasure at once, as it washes over me and weighs me down.
Roman releases some guttural noise, and his hips jerk harder until he suddenly stills inside me. A slow grin crawls across my face as he collapses to me, and I stroke his hair with my fingers as his head rests against the crook of my neck.
He’s breathing heavily as he pulls out of me, and one of his hands glides down my side, tickling me enough to make me giggle. I can feel him smile against my neck before he lifts his head and peers down at me.
“Just think,” he says, sounding a little breathless, “you almost missed out on that.”
“I was just waiting on chocolates,” I say with a long sigh.
He rolls his eyes while lifting off me, and I watch as he stands and gets rid of the condom in the trashcan next to the door. His muscles flex in his ass as he walks over and grabs two bottles of water from the mini fridge, and he cocks an eyebrow at me when he turns around and catches where my gaze has been.
I don’t even pretend that I wasn’t appreciating the view of his ass as he moves back toward me, completely naked. He’s incredibly comfortable with his body, and I really like that.
When he sits down and hands me a bottle of water, I take it. His eyes drop to my missing arm, and I tense. “Shit, I can open that,” he says, looking up and reaching for the bottle.
I ignore him, since I already have the bottle between my legs, and I twist the cap off with my hand and lift it to my lips. “Not my first rodeo,” I remind him, smirking when he fidgets like he’s nervous.
His eyes drop to my missing arm again, but I pretend to not let it bother me. At least until he lifts his hand like he’s going to touch it.
I back away, and he lifts his eyes to mine. His look is questioning, as if he’s asking for permission. Instead of speaking or moving, I just drink the water like it’s vodka. Is there any vodka? Vodka would be awesome.
His hand glides over the sensitive flesh, and goosebumps pebble my skin. A slight tremor racks my body, but he doesn’t seem to notice. When he leans down, I tense for a new reason. The last thing I need is another guy with that freaky fetish. But Roman just places a sweet kiss on the inside of my elbow before leaning back up.
His eyes drop to my bare chest, and he blows out a long breath. “I didn’t even take the time to show them the attention they deserve,” he sighs.
My lips twitch, and I open my mouth for some witty retort, when a scream pierces the air.
Roman’s eyes widen and freeze on mine, and I stare right back. Neither of us move until the second scream.
“Lydia!” I squeal, scrambling off the bed and grabbing the sheet, wrapping it around me the best I can as Roman dives through the adjoining bathroom, and crashes into the bedroom—still naked. Yep.
I barge in behind him, flipping on the light. But I get tripped up in the sheet, and stumble into Roman’s back. I bounce down to the ground, landing right on my damn ass.
Lydia screams again, but her eyes are wide in her head as she stares at Roman’s cock.
He curses, and grabs a random shirt from the back of a chair, and he covers his dangling man with that. It’s a pink and purple shirt, which makes this entire situation that much more awesome.
When color darkens his cheeks, I start laughing, but then my laughter dies when I remember why we came in here.
“Why the hell are you screaming?” I ask Lydia, struggling to get up and keep the sheet in place.
Her eyes dart away from Roman, and her gaze rakes around the room until it lands on… robo arm.
Damn it!
Robo arm is on the floor, flopping around like it’s chasing something. It’s then I remember hearing a constant thumping while Roman and I were… Oh…
“That damn thing scared the hell out of me!” Lydia says as she covers her heart with her hand. “I got up to pee, and I heard something thumping, then it hit my ankle. I didn’t know what it was. Sorry.” Her eyes move between the two of us as robo arm continues to flail on the ground. “Really sorry,” she adds, grimacing.
I reach back and feel my patch on the back of my neck. Damn. I forgot to remove it.
“Oops,” I say, peeling it off and holding it up at Lydia, who is as red as a tomato right now and doing all she can not to look at Roman again.
“I… um… yeah. Clothes. Room. Bye,” Roman says, turning and walking toward the door. “Join me after you lock up your arm,” he adds, quickly retreating the second the bathroom door opens.
I bet he’s never had to say those words after sex before. I’m totally memorable now. He’ll forever remember the time he fucked his friend’s stepsister at the wedding, and she had to lock her arm up before rejoining him.
I’m legendary status now.
Heh.
Lydia turns and gives me an I-know-you-didn’t look. “Really? So that arm was reacting to you two having sex because it thought it was still connected?” she whisper-yells.
I shrug, trying not to laugh.
Holding the sheet under my left armpit, I use my right hand to put the patch in the metal box dad sent for recharging. The second it’s inside, robo arm goes dead still.
Lydia sighs while picking it up, and I smirk as she glares at it like the arm has wronged her.
“Sorry,” I say as she puts it down.
“You know, for a metal arm, it doesn’t weigh very much.”
“I’ll tell you all about it later,” I say, watching as her face turns redder.
“Right. Yeah. Well, I’ll just pee and…er…go back to bed,” she says, scrambling into the bathroom.
I snicker as I plug the mo
tionless arm up to its charging port, and I glance at my phone to see if Dad has messaged back.
He has.
Three times.
He usually does everything in threes. He once overshared and told me he made it his goal to give my mother three orgasms every time they slept together, which is why he couldn’t understand her cheating on him.
Ewwwwww!
DAD: That’s…I have no words for that. Were you thinking of masturbation?
DAD: Don’t answer that. The scientist in me needs to know, but the father in me can’t stomach the answer.
DAD: I’ll meet you in town tomorrow if you can get away from the house. I’m driving out now. Just message me a time, and I’ll give you my hotel information.
Lydia walks back out of the bathroom, and I put my phone down as she glances over her shoulder then back at me.
“I really think I need to get laid. The most action I’ve had since Anderson was your sex hand brushing my ankle,” she groans.
My lips twitch as she shakes her head and collapses on the massive bed. I stare at the bathroom door, wondering if his invitation was sincere or just—
“Get your ass in here, Jensen,” Roman says through the other door, ending my internal struggle.
Grinning, I head back inside, shut and lock the door, and lean against it as my gaze rakes across a very naked, very amused man on the bed.
“Is your life always so entertaining?” he asks.
I push away from the door and slowly walk toward him. No words seem necessary when he pulls me down on top of him, and his lips seek mine in a kiss that has all the craziness of the past few minutes melting into a distant memory.
For now, it’s just us in this little bubble. I’ll worry about tomorrow… tomorrow.
Chapter Nine
Henley
Sunlight beams through the curtains, and I reluctantly drag my eyes open. My whole body aches in the best way. A few more days with Davis, and I might never walk again. I had every intention of going back to my room last night, but we kept at it until dawn, and then I couldn’t summon the strength to put my underwear on, much less go anywhere.
