Jessa

After listening to Roman’s explanation about how he was taking me to his cabin up in Kentucky because he felt it was the safest place for me to be, I took a long nap. It was only interrupted by one pit stop at a rest area to gas up and grab something to eat until we hit a small town where we stopped to pick up a ridiculous amount of groceries. About seven hours after we left my grandmother’s house, I found myself standing in front of a cute log cabin nestled in the woods.

“This is yours?”

“Yeah, I bought it six years ago after I re-enlisted in the Army. Got a great deal on it, too. I used my selective retention bonus and additional incentive because my military occupational specialty was considered to be in high-demand. Put it all towards a down payment so that my mortgage is barely anything,” he explained as he unlocked the door and held it open for me. All while carrying three bags of groceries without dropping anything as he did it.

The inside was what you’d expect from a log cabin in the middle of the woods. He didn’t have any pictures hung on the log walls, but the fans and wooden beams that stretched across the ceiling were eye-catching enough that it didn’t really need anything more. The furniture was all oversized and broken in, brown leather. It had an open floor plan, with a granite counter splitting up the living area and the kitchen. The only spot of color was a burgundy throw rug in front of the fireplace.

“Why in the world didn’t you just move here if you had all this waiting for you?” I asked, sweeping my arm around in a circle.

He shrugged as he set the bags on the counter. “It was either that or Chicago, and Atlanta has always been home so I went with what was familiar.”

“I didn’t know you grew up in Atlanta. Do your parents still live there?” I asked, trailing after him as he headed back out to the truck to grab more bags.

When I reached in to get my suitcase out, he yanked me back with a gentle tug on one of the belt loops on my pants. “I told you; I’ve got it.”

I wasn’t about to argue, not when the way he’d been acting all day had made me feel special. Protected. Cared for in a way nobody else had ever done.

“My parents moved down to Florida a couple of years ago,” he finally answered as I trailed after him back into the cabin while he carried the rest of the groceries and my bag.

“Do you have any other family in Atlanta? And why was Chicago an option?” My questions earned me a big smile that made me ask, “What?”

“I like this chatty version of you. It means you’re more comfortable around me.”

“Well, after that kiss, I’d almost have to be. Wouldn’t I?” I mumbled.

“Good point.” He quickly tossed the cold items into the freezer and fridge but left everything else on the counter. Then he stalked towards me with a sensual gleam in his blue eyes. “If a kiss gets you to open up to me a little, I wonder what making you come will earn me.”

“Whoa,” I exhaled, my panties going from their normal damp state whenever he was near to drenched in the blink of an eye.

“That doesn’t sound like a no, beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. “And I’ve been dying to know what you look like when you come. I’ve pictured it in my head so many times. Do you want to show me how much better reality is than my fantasies of you?”

“Uh huh.” I nodded, too.

“A new favorite.” I didn’t understand what he meant, but I didn’t have time to wonder because he slid his palm down my belly to cup my pussy over my pants. “But as much as I like it, I need you to say yes this time. I don’t want there to be any doubt in either of our minds that you want this.”

“I do,” I gasped. “I really, really do.”

He swept me up into his arms and carried me over to the couch. “If we had more time, I’d take you to the bedroom. This’ll have to do for now.”

I didn’t know why we didn’t have more time, but I didn’t really care. Not with the way he was pressing me against the cushions. “This is perfect.”

“No, you’re what’s perfect,” he corrected as he undid the button on my pants, took care of the zipper, and slid them down my legs along with my panties. Feeling shy, I tried to close my legs but didn’t get far before he wedged his shoulders between them. My hips jerked off the cushions when he circled my clit with his thumb.

“Oh my,” I gasped. I was the only other person who’d ever touched me there, but it’d never felt even half as good as what he was doing to me.

“Gotta see what you feel like wrapped around my finger,” he grunted. Then he slid a fingertip into my entrance, and I clenched around him. “So fucking tight.”

“Roman,” I moaned, wiggling my hips a little when he sunk about an inch inside me.

“It’s going to feel like you’re strangling my cock when I pop your cherry.” A ripple swept through me at the erotic promise, and I felt myself get wetter. “You like that, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll have to remember to tell you all the dirty things I’ve fantasized about doing to you over the last month. Torture you a little, the way you’ve done me by making me wait for you. But not right now because my mouth’s gonna be busy.”

“It is?” I dug my nails into his shoulders when he pulled his finger out of me, feeling empty even though he’d only worked it a couple of inches inside.

His only response was to flash me a naughty grin before he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and lowered his head down to circle my clit with his tongue. I wasn’t prepared for the surge of ecstasy that swept through my system as my body tightened. Then he slowly pushed a finger inside me, and I flew apart, clamping down hard against it as I screamed out his name.

He didn’t let up until I was a limp mess. I could barely lift my head when he got up to grab a towel and cleaned me up. I whimpered in protest when he pulled my pants back up my legs, zipped them up, and shoved my panties into his pocket.

“But—”

A loud knock interrupted me, and I was beyond grateful that Roman had put my clothes back in order when the door flew open and two men and a woman strolled inside.

“These guys are why Chicago was an option, and why we didn’t have enough time for me to do everything I wanted to your sweet little body,” he whispered in my ear as he helped me to my feet. “I had a job offer there, similar to what I’m doing for Xander now but for a guy I knew when I was in the Army. Brecken Kane.”

“Whit, Devon, Sera,” he greeted them, flinging his arm over my shoulders and pulling me into his side. “This is Jessa.”

“The client?” the woman, who I guessed had to be Sera, asked.

“Looks more like his woman to me,” the guy on her right chimed in.

“Damn straight,” the other one agreed.

“Which means we’d better get our asses outside and set up a perimeter. You know how these guys are when they’ve found the one,” Sera said before yanking on each of the guy’s arms and dragging them back outside.

“Thank fuck,” Roman sighed. “Now that Brecken’s crew is here, I feel like I can relax. They’re damn good at what they do. Between them and the guys Xander’s sending up, I’ll have people I trust at my back while I figure out who the dumbass is that thinks he can mess with you.”

I looked up at him in confusion. “Six people to protect me from a guy who’s made a few phone calls and sent some random pictures? Isn’t that a little much?”

“I refuse to take any risks when it comes to you.”

If I hadn’t already fallen for him over the past month, I would have right then and there.