“Shhh.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
I guide his cock to my entrance and his hand falls to my hip. “Stop talking and fuck me while you’re wound up and angry.”
“You’re in trouble for not telling me,” he growls, grabbing my leg and putting it around his hip.
“Then punish me right now.”
He thrusts inside me in one, fluid stroke. I gasp, he grunts, and then he punishes me. Right there against the wall. My back scraping, his fingers digging into my hips, my body arching for him, his cock driving into me.
Yes, he punishes me all right.
And it’s fucking incredible.
~*~*~*~
“One two three four, I declare a thumb war!”
Roman pushes his thumb down over mine right away, coffee in one hand, shirtless perfection standing in my kitchen the next morning.
“You’re failing, again, Spoosie.”
“I will win. One day, one day ...” I wiggle my finger in his face and spread my legs when he steps up to where I’m sitting on the counter. He nestles between them and leans forward, pressing a kiss to my lips.
“No, you won’t,” he says.
“Fuck you, I will so.”
“Fuck you, you will not.”
I bite his bottom lip, and he chuckles, grabbing my hip and squeezing.
“You’re a tosser,” I say snatching his coffee and taking a sip.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Sometimes I wonder how we ever became friends, you have such a shitty attitude.”
He grins and flicks the end of my nose. “Whatever. You love my attitude. You’re the one who is an emotional little butterfly.”
I roll my eyes. “I am not an emotional little butterfly.”
“Yeah, beautiful, you are.”
I grunt. “Am. Not.”
“Are. So.”
He steps away and crooks a finger at me.
“What?”
“Shower time.”
I cross my arms. “Nope.”
“Get over here, or it’ll hurt,” he warns, but his eyes are dancing.
“Make me.”
He takes a step towards me, and I launch off the counter and run out of the kitchen. He comes after me right away, and squealing, I duck around a corner but his long legs make it impossible to get away from him. He catches me around the waist and launches us onto the couch. We land with a laugh, him over top of me, grinning down at me.
“You don’t play fair, you have those long legs.”
He winks at me and presses a kiss to my lips. “Now, we can play this the nice way or the hard way. Are you going to be a good girl and get up and let me take you to the shower, where I will proceed to wash and fuck you, or are you going to play hard to get, in which case, I’ll smack your ass, and then take you to the shower and wash and fuck you.”
“Okay, let me up,” I say, inwardly grinning.
He lets me up, and I launch off running again.
“I vote hard to get!”
He bursts out laughing, and chases me.
I laugh all the way to the bathroom.
I keep laughing, even when he gets hold of me, and his hand makes my ass burn.
I don’t laugh when he fucks me in the shower.
Nice and slow.
Perfect.
EPILOGUE
“That is not how a damned egg rolls, woman!” Roman laughs.
I lay flat on my back, trying to pull my knees to my chest. “Come off it, it is so.”
“It is fucking not, that’s the worst egg roll I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“What would you know?” Matilda yells, trying to do it, too. “You have never seen an egg roll until you met us.”
“And you’re doing a poor job and showing me how it goes,” Roman throws back.
“Just because my sister likes you, Roman, doesn’t mean I won’t come over there and box you in the ears.”
We all burst out laughing.
“Honestly, Matilda,” Jack snorts. “Box his ears? How old are you?”
Matilda grunts, trying to get her legs back to her chest. “Shut up, Jack. I’ll dick punch you.”
“Now that I’d like to see,” Phoenix laughs, throwing back another shot.
“Me too,” I say, leaping to my feet.
“How did that egg rolling go?” Roman asks, winking at me.
“Shut it, spunky, I will hurt you.”
He laughs and takes my arm, pulling me down onto his lap.
He wraps an arm around my waist and I smile, feeling so damned good inside. It’s been two months since the night we decided to go slowly, and things have been awesome. We spend most of our time together, he’s healing, I’m healed, and it feels natural. Nothing is pressured this time, there is no ex in the picture, and we’re both happy as we can be.
I think I’m falling in love with him.
I’m certain he feels the same.
It’s incredible.
“Look,” Matilda says, finally getting the egg roll. “Look!”
We all look to her, and then burst out laughing.
“Is that how ridiculous I look?” I ask Roman.
He squeezes me. “Worse.”
I curse to myself. “God. It’s a wonder you’re still talking to me.”
“I don’t really get a choice. You’ll stalk me if I don’t.”
I laugh. “Whatever. Spooser.”
He kisses my neck. “Mmmmhmmmm.”
“God, get a room!” Quinn mumbles.
“Don’t be jealous because you’re not getting any,” Jack throws at him.
“Neither are you, dickhead.”
Jack winks. “Workin’ on it, bro. She’s coming around.”
“Baylee?” I ask.
“Yeah. She said hello to me the other day, and I just nodded and kept walking.”
“Jack!” I cry, laughing. “Poor girl probably thinks you have a mental disorder.”
“Probably.” He chuckles. “But it’s working.”
“Nice work,” I nod. “Now if you can just get her phone number, you’ll be one step closer to actually having a conversation.”
He flips me the bird. “Shut up, Mol. Not all of us put our stalking skills out there to attract our men.”
“Not sure if you insulted me or her then.” Roman laughs.