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“You want to lay down?” Jack asks.

I nod, and we shuffle down until we’re on our backs. He reaches down with his free hand and pulls up the covers, then he rolls slightly to his side and wraps me in his arms.

“Listen to me, Molly. No one will ever hurt you again. I won’t allow it. I’m so sorry this happened.”

“Thank you, for being here, for coming when I called.”

“I’ll always come when you call,” he murmurs. “Always. You’re my best friend.”

“Yeah,” I whisper, feeling my eyes getting heavy as the painkillers start working. “Me too.”

He reaches over and flicks off the lamp, and the room goes dark.

“Jack?” I whisper into the darkness.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t let him come back.”

He squeezes me tighter. “I won’t. You have my word. You’re safe.”

Safe.

Yes.

Always.

 

 

CHAPTER 14


I gasp and arch my hips up, gripping onto the bed sheets as pleasure skyrockets through my body. Roman’s fingers dig into my thighs as his mouth consumes me, licking and sucking, making me feel things I’ve never felt before. Releasing my thigh, he slides two fingers inside me and keeps sucking until the most incredible orgasm rips through my body. Gasping his name, I shudder, loving every single second of it.

He pulls away from me and slides his body up mine, nudging my legs even further apart as he positions himself against me, slowly pushing his cock inside. More pleasure engulfs my body and I reach up, gripping his arms and squeezing just slightly as he starts thrusting. Fuck. He feels good. I can feel the head of his cock rubbing over that spot inside me, sparking it to life. It’s as if he was made exactly for me, touching all the parts no other man has before.

“God, fuck,” I whimper, squeezing his biceps. “That feels so good.”

He makes a throaty sound and presses his lips to mine. I can taste myself on him, and I love it. I kiss him, long and deep, and he drops his chest down so it’s against mine, wrapping his arms tightly around me so our bodies are flush together. Then he keeps fucking, slow, then fast, then back to slow again.

“I’m going to come,” I gasp, hanging onto him, loving the way he tastes, the way he smells, the way he feels. “God.”

“Come on,” he encourages, his voice soft but husky. “Come for me.”

I do, exploding around his cock, trembling and gasping as the best kind of pleasure releases into my body. Roman keeps going, driving deeper, pushing his cock in further, bringing me to the edge again.

“One more,” he growls, fucking me harder, our hips slapping together. “Come on.”

I cry out his name and come again, shuddering, gasping, clutching his back with one hand and tangling my fingers into his hair with the other. Roman has more stamina than any man I’ve met before, pulling out, he flips me over onto my hands and knees, running his hands down my ass. “You have a fucking lovely little ass.”

I flush, still panting, and moan with delight as he slides into me again. His fingers curl around my hips, he makes a pleased sound in his throat, then he starts fucking me again. I slap the headboard, crying out as pleasure continues to shoot through my body. Roman makes a satisfied sound, somewhere between a grunt and a moan, and starts fucking me with a force I didn’t know existed.

I drop down to my elbows, my head lowers and I scream in pleasure as his hips drive him deeper. I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m absolutely going to come again. This time I think he might just come with me. My forehead hits the headboard as I raise up to gasp his name, and the slight pain only makes it feel that much better. Our frantic panting and groaning combines until we’re both hanging on the edge.

“Oh god, fuck, yes!” I scream as another orgasm finds me, this one more powerful than the two before it.

“I’m going to come,” Roman grunts, and then a breathy growl leaves his throat as he explodes inside me.

For a few minutes, neither of us move. I flop forward eventually, and he rolls off, dropping down beside me on the bed.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper.

“That was awesome,” he murmurs.

I roll to my side and curl a hand around his bicep. He shifts, catching me in his arms and pulling me closer. I love the way his chest feels against my cheek. Roman makes me feel safe in a way no one ever has before. There is something about him. Something that makes him feel like home. I never told him about Michael slapping me, and by the time he got back from work, the bruise was gone.

I didn’t want to worry him. He has so much going on in his life.

“What is this...” I dare to ask. “That we’re doing here?”

He’s silent for a minute, then he murmurs, “I’m not really sure. I like you a lot...”

My chest tightens, but at the same time I’m in full understanding of what he’s trying to say. It feels nice not to have any drama, or any commitment at this stage. We’re both too raw still from our previous break ups. Still, I know enough to know these situations can get messy if two people aren’t on the same page. It seems like we are, but if emotion gets involved, it could escalate very quickly into something neither of us are ready for and we could end up hurt.

“I’m not using you,” he says softly. “You’re the best person I’ve met in such a long time, and honestly, I really do like you. I’m just not ready for a relationship yet, I wouldn’t want to hurt you because it’s still too raw. We’ve both recently had our hearts broken, let’s just go easy and see what happens.”

“I understand that,” I say. “And I agree. I’m not ready either.”

“So we’re having fun then?”

“Yeah,” I agree. “Fun.”

Something in my chest screams at me that this is a bad idea. My feelings for Roman are already further along than fun. I might not be ready for a relationship, but that doesn’t mean I can control the emotions swarming around in my chest. He is right, though. We’re not ready for anything serious. If we got into anything serious now, it would be a rebound and that would be crazy.

But isn’t what we’re doing a rebound?

I shake my head, trying to clear those thoughts. What Roman and I share, it’s more than just sex. Our relationship outside of sex is deep, it’s real, I honestly believe we were meant to meet each other and be a part of each others lives. Our connection has brought us to where we are in this moment, sure, but we’re both in agreeance.