2. Roman
Two
Roman
My buddy, Stan, and I are at The Afterglow . It is not my scene at all. I would much rather be home watching tv or working out. The music is so loud, it hurts my head. I’m much too old for the club scene these days. On top of that, I feel like I’m at a meat market. Several women eye me hungrily as I walk by, but I have no interest in any of them.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m no saint. I just don’t want another cheap, meaningless hookup. When I was younger, I was all about it. Now that I’m thirty-five, I’m way past that; in fact, I have been for several years. I really don’t want to be a fuck boy for the rest of my life. I’d love to find something real. I’m just not sure that it will ever happen for me.
My buddy, Stan, begged me to come with him tonight. He has been in love with Heather forever, and won’t make a fucking move on her because she’s his little sister’s best friend. Instead of manning up, he just stalks her everywhere she goes, and warns any interested men away from her.
When he found out she was going clubbing with some friends tonight, he planned to be there watching over his girl the whole time. He drug me with him because he doesn’t want to be the creepy guy alone in the corner stalking his girl. Don’t get me wrong; it is pretty creepy, stalker-like behavior, but I’m pretty sure she knows about it, so that should count for something.
We’ve only been here an hour, and I’m already bored out of my mind. I’ve going over the jobs I have lined up for Monday in my head. My auto shop is plenty busy these days, so I have lots of work to do. I mentally checked out of this place the second I walked through the door. I’m only here because Stan is a good friend and I owe him for saving my ass on a number of occasions. After this, though, I think we are more than even.
I turn toward the bar to get another beer when I crash into the softest curves I’ve ever felt. I look down at the stunning brunette and my life changes. My soon-to-be wife looks up at me with the most unusual eyes I’ve ever seen; one is brown and one is blue. They both seem to have flecks of gold throughout and sparkle; just like her. She stares back at me for several seconds before she remembers the drink.
“Oh, shoot! I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” She is patting down my arms and chest trying to dry me off. I’m fine, with the exception of the raging erection she’s managed to cause just by existing. The feel of her small hands stroking all over me is not helping the situation one bit. I stroke her silky raven hair and smile down at her.
“Fuck me,” I mutter, watching her eyes light with interest. Her breath hitches, and she licks her lips. She wants me, too.
“Are you hurt?” she asks again.
I laugh. “Sugar, you couldn’t hurt a flea.” She’s at least a foot shorter than me, and probably less than half my weight. No way could she do damage to me. I’m a big motherfucker at six-foot-seven and three hundred pounds; all of it muscle.
She huffs. “I could, too, hurt a flea. Or you!” she says, clearly annoyed, and punching my bicep for emphasis.
She’s feisty. I like it. I grin at her. “I’m sorry, sugar. I really didn’t mean to upset you. How about you dance with me, and I’ll make it up to you?”
She looks up at me, biting her lip in indecision. “Okay.” I take her hand and lead her to the dance floor. I pull her in close, inhaling her perfume. She smells like caramel and vanilla. My cock gets even harder as I pull her body against mine.
I stroke my hands up and down her back while we dance. I don’t fail to notice the goosebumps on her arms. She lets out a little shiver. I pull back and look into her startling eyes.
“You have the most gorgeous, unusual eyes I’ve ever seen.” She blushes. “I’m Roman, by the way.”
“I’m Shelby, and thank you very much,” she says as I push her head back against my chest. I pull her even closer, taking the opportunity to touch her silky hair again. “What…what are you doing, Roman?” she asks as her breath hitches.
“Just touching you, baby. Do you like it?”
She nods. “Yes. Too much,” she confesses breathlessly.
I lean down and brush my lips across hers, testing the waters. When she moans and opens her mouth for me, I immediately deepen the kiss and devour her. My tongue slides inside her mouth, tangling with hers. She pushes her body flush against mine. I pull her against me, letting her feel the effect she’s having on me.
I kiss her sweet mouth over and over before kissing down her neck. She moans and shivers, turning me on even more. I’m trembling with want for this woman. I don’t want to fuck this up. It’s way too important. She’s way too important. I pull her against my chest and hug her while I try to catch my breath.
“Come home with me, Shelby.”
She looks up at me hungrily. “But, we don’t even know each other.”
“I know, baby, but I plan on getting to know you a hell of a lot better; as soon as fucking possible. If we don’t get out of here soon, I’m liable to push you up against the wall and fuck you right in front of everyone.” I pull her against my raging erection, leaving no doubt about how desperately I want her.
She moans and licks her lips. “Yes,” she whispers.
“Yes?” I ask. She smiles and nods at me. I grab her hand, leading her out of the club. We stop to tell her friend that she’s leaving, then I stop to see Stan, quickly introducing him to my girl. “We’re leaving, buddy. Sorry, but you’re on your own tonight. Good luck with Heather.”
He grins. “Have fun, Roman. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I hear him cackling at his lame-ass joke as we walk away. When we get to my truck, I lift Shelby up, putting her inside the cab before reaching across and buckling her in. She is a treasure, and I need to keep her safe.
“Thanks,” she says. Her face is so close to mine, I can’t resist another kiss. Her arms wrap around me as I lick inside her mouth again. After a few moments, I stop, leaning my forehead against hers.
“Let’s go home, sugar.”
“Yes, please.”