Chapter Eight
Roman
I wake up in an empty bed, the mid-afternoon sun streaming through the windows. I yawn, rubbing my hand down my face and scratch my bearded jaw, still unable to get the images of those girls in that hole out of my head. Rolling to the side, I place my feet on the floor, feeling like I’m moving through mud.
The similarities between finding those girls and returning them to their families, and finding Hollis’s family for her are not lost on me. It’s amazing how the two most important aspects of my life are running parallel to each other, again.
I fall back on the bed. “Is it too much to ask for shit to be simple?” I ask the universe, who seems to keep butt fucking me and expecting me to bring the KY.
“Did you say something?” My eyes jerk open and I sit up to find Hollis standing in the doorway of our room.
I sigh at the sight of her and hold my arms out, asking her to come to me. “No,” I reply as she walks between my legs. I slide my arms around her and bury my face in her stomach, inhaling deeply. She runs her fingers through my hair, tugging on the longer locks, pulling my head back. She has a smile on her full lips, and her eyes study me the way they do when she knows I’m holding something back.
She smooths her hands down the sides of my face and bends to place a kiss on my lips. “Did you enjoy your nap?”
“I did. I needed it.”
“After last night?” Her questions holds more than just the words.
“Hmm.” I nod, giving her a nonverbal answer.
“Want to talk about it?” She continues to run her fingers through my hair.
I reach to stop her, holding her hands still. I lower my head and close my eyes, trying my best to push the thought of those girls out. I shake my head no without a word, afraid if I speak my voice will betray me. I’m a man that’s seen a lot in my life and done things I’m not proud of. But what I saw last night was enough to break any man.
She leans in again kissing the back of my head, and I feel the breath from her sigh warm my skin. “So, you want something to eat.”
“Yes, please.” She removes her hands from my hair and I stand, letting her lead me out of our room.
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I feel a set of warm lips drift across my chest, then a long bare leg come across my middle. The lips move up to my neck as a hand wraps around my dick, gently moving up and down. “Roman,” she moans into my ear, waking me up fully, and I encircle her naked body with my arms, finding her mouth with mine. I push my tongue in, right as she slips me inside of her, both of us letting out a moan.
She stills on top of me and I reach out, taking her full breasts into my hands, pinching the tight little pink nipples between my fingers, making her cry out in painful pleasure. She leans in and I soothe each of the taut little nubs with my tongue. She begins to move up and down on me slowly, methodically, taking me all the way into her each time she comes down.
“Oh God, Hollis,” I groan, pushing the words between my gritted teeth. I grip her hips hard, shoving up into, her making her gasp. She digs her nails into my pecks, and I feel as the skin breaks under the pressure, the pain only making me fuck her harder.
The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, along with the scent of heady sex. No longer able to take it, I flip us, her on her back and me on top of her. “Roman.” She runs her nails down my back and hooks her heels into my ass as I drive my cock into her sweet pussy. Her breaths are coming in pants, and I can feel as a bead of sweat rolls down my temple.
We fuck. This isn’t sweat or tender, but hard and ruthless. She rolls her hips up into me, seeking that carnal release I’m chasing each time I drive into her, pushing her body down into the mattress beneath us. And with each thrust, she gasps as I drive deeper and deeper into her. With each passing moment, our movements become more desperate, her body moving with mine, searching for the wave of euphoric passion to crash over us.
With a scream, I feel as her sweet pussy tightens around my cock and her body jerks with pleasure as she finds her release. Not slowing my pace for her to bask in her afterglow, I fuck her like I’ve never fucked before in my life, laying claim to her body and soul, owning every piece of her. She screams again, and this time I follow her over the edge, shoving my cock so deep inside and emptying myself into her.
I relax, keeping my full weight off of her, but lying skin to skin with her as we fight to catch our breath. “Shit, woman,” I pant out between kisses.
She giggles. “I woke up horny.” She shoves at my chest. “Let me up.” I roll to my back as she slides carefully off the bed and heads to the bathroom. I roll over enough to watch her go. Her ass is ripe and round, her breasts are perfect. Her hips flare out right before they slide into her trim waist. Beautiful. Simply and utterly beautiful.
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Hollis
Spontaneous night sex has always been my favorite, but Roman takes it up to a whole new level. Yes, normally he takes his time with my body, coaxing out my pleasure several times before he finds his in me. But night sex, midnight fucking, is something a couple needs every once in a while. A no-holds-barred fuck session and scream fest. Where each person is being selfish and trying to find their own pleasure, using the other’s body for their own needs. Quick, hot, and dirty.
I clean myself up and head back out to find a sleeping Roman flat on his back, snoring. I smile as I round the bed and climb in under the covers, only disrupting him a little, but just enough for him to know I’m there. He rolls to his side, reaching a heavy arm over me, dragging me into his hot, naked body. I snuggle back into him as he buries his nose in my hair, sighing contently. “I love you, woman.” His breath ghosts across my bare skin, making me shiver, and smile because I know he does, just as much as I love him.
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I roll, working out the kinks, to Roman’s back. He and I had separated some time during the night as usual. I place a kiss between his shoulder blades, but he doesn’t move. I look at the clock that blares the start of a new day at me, so I turn and place my feet on the floor, needing some caffeine in a bad way. I gently pull the door closed behind me and make my way down to the kitchen to start the day.
It’s not long before a rumpled Roman joins me, smiling as he comes through the door. I turn to pour him a cup of coffee as I feel him stop flush against my back and his lips at my ear. “I hope you start waking me up like that more often.” His hot breath tickles my skin, making me shiver. He rubs his hardening cock against my ass. “Care to join me in the shower?” He takes me by the hand, setting the cup I was pouring him on the counter and leads me up the steps with a devilish look in his eyes.
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After a much longer shower than I think both of us planned, we hurry around, getting dressed. “What are your plans for today?” I ask as I sweep my hair up into a messy bun. Roman, in jeans and a T-shirt, is a sight to behold, but his fine ass body in a tailored suit that fits it to perfection is a life-altering experience.
He stops tying his tie when he catches me staring at him. “Like what you see, Ms. Keaton?”
I return his wolfish grin. “You know I do. I’ve showed you several times in the past twelve hours how much I like what you have under that mouthwatering suit.” He has his overly long blonde hair styled, and what tattoos he can covered.
He adjusts himself with a huff. “Yeah, this is great. Let’s walk into the field office with a raging boner.” I reach to rub him, but he jerks away quickly. “Don’t, I’m late already. But,” he holds up his finger. “Keep that thought and I’ll frisk and interrogate you when I get home.” He wiggles his eyebrows with a devilish grin on his face. “I might even bring a pair of handcuffs with me.” I smile at him, giving my body an over exaggerated shiver.
“And I can play merry maids.” I shove one foot into my tennis shoe. “You know, wearing those yellow elbow high gloves with the slightest hint of Clorox and Lysol smell on my clothes,” I say, laughing as I put on my other shoe and turn to him.
He has his hands up in the air in surrender. “And just like that, the boner has left the building.”
I pout. “Oh, should I have gone with a French maid?” He growls in reply before leaning over to pinch my ass, making me jump.
I rub the spot as I run out of the room with him fast on my heels. I love this part of us, the playful side. I hope we never lose it. I understand that sometimes, because of his job, he might need time to decompress, be alone with the things he sees and must do. Those are the times I step away, not far, but enough to give him the space he needs to reconcile whatever it is going on in his head.
He was and always has been a man who lives in his head, thinking things through, rationalizing everything around him. Unlike the others who verbalize their opinions and wear emotions on their sleeves, Roman holds it in, watching as it all unfolds around him before forming any kind of view.
The light that he had when we were in school is slowly dying out, and it breaks my heart to watch it happen. Whatever he’d seen the other night is weighing heavily on him, more so than any other case they’ve worked. Sometimes, I wonder if him stepping away from the job he loves would be the best thing for him, but I don’t dare suggest it. I’ll keep that thought to myself for now.
I reach out and smooth my hand down his tie, then push up on my tiptoes, placing my lips on his. “Have a good day.” He wraps me in his arms, holding me tight to him.
“You too, baby,” he responds, right before kissing me. He pulls away to lean around and open my car door for me. “And please, God, leave those damned yellow gloves at work.” A little giggle escapes me before I slap my hands over my mouth.