Chapter 14 #3
I finally let him go, both of us tucking ourselves back into our pants and fixing ourselves up. I sneak glances at him in the mirror as we wash up at the counter. He catches me, and I love the way his handsome, masculine face gets all pink and blushing when he does.
“What?” he growls, then gasps when I slide over to him, give his ass another firm grab, and kiss him hard.
“Nothing,” I murmur against his mouth, grinning. “Just wondering when we can do that again.”
He flushes deeper. “But…I mean…we just…”
“I’m ready for round two,” I growl. “You?”
He doesn’t immediately roll his eyes, or frown, or start going to the usual “I’m not gay” place.
“Well?”
His throat works. “M-maybe,” he says quietly.
My dick swells instantly.
Fuck yeah.
I groan, spinning him and pinning his hips to the countertop. I push him forward, making his hands go flat against the mirror as I grind my dick on his ass. “I’ve got tons more to show you.”
His eyes roll back, his breath catching and that sexy fucking moan falling from his lips. I slide my hand around to his front.
“Already hard again,” I groan, stroking his erection. “Fuck, wreckage, I’m going to devour—”
“Why do you keep calling me that?”
He shifts, and I let him half turn, though I keep him pinned between me and the counter.
“What?”
His brow furrows. “Wreckage. Or you’ve said little wreckage before, too.” His frown deepens. “It feels like you’re low-key insulting me.”
“It’s not a diss,” I murmur, grabbing his waist and pinning him to the counter. Fuck, I love the feel of his fucking abs and the way his muscled, grooved hips coil under my touch.
“So what the fuck is it supposed to—”
“Because you wreck me.”
Roman goes still. He blinks, and I watch his throat bob. “W-what?”
“You,” I growl, jabbing a finger into his chest, “wreck me. Hence, little wreckage.”
“I’m six-foot-four,” he grumbles.
“Yeah, ‘little’ isn’t literal, asshole,” I grin. He gasps when I slide a hand between us to cup his thick erection. “I mean…obviously.”
Roman turns beet red.
Yeah, BLUSH for me, baby.
“It’s a term of endearment.”
His dark eyes hold my blues, his lip retreating between his teeth again.
“It sounds…”
“Adorable. Yes.”
He glowers. “I don’t want adorable. Or cute. Or...terms of endearment.”
“Because you’re a huge grump?”
He rolls his eyes. “Because I’m not a fucking chick looking for someone to call me pet names.”
I sigh dramatically. “There’s that hardline approach to masculinity that turns me on so—oh, come on!”
But Roman’s already pushing past me to the door.
“No one is calling you femme, psycho,” I grunt, grabbing his arm and yanking him around to face me. “It’s just a cute name.”
“I don’t do cute,” he grumbles.
“Too bad,” I grin. And before he can stop me, I’m crushing my mouth to his, and kissing him deeply.
And fuck me, the grumpy motherfucker kisses me back.
There’s hope for you yet, dickhead.
“Yeah, too bad,” I murmur again as I pull away, leaving him flushed and breathless. “Because you are. Now…” I groan deep in my chest and grind my erection against him. “I think there was talk of round two?”
Roman shivers, his cheeks heating again. “I…I need another drink first.”
My brows knit as he turns away from me and toward the door.
“I mean, you don’t need a drink.”
“Okay, then I want a drink,” he tosses over his shoulder.
Shit. The not-so-little fucker is armoring up again already, putting his “I’m so straight” walls back up. Which, frankly, is a bit ridiculous, considering that he just whimpered like a greedy little cock slut when I fucked his supposedly straight mouth.
“Wreckage—”
“My name is Roman,” he says tightly, turning to glare at me again.
I roll my eyes. “Fine. Roman. Fuck.”
“Can I leave now and get that drink?”
“Be my fucking guest, Grumpy.”
He shoots me another look. But if he thinks I don’t see the grin hiding in the corners of his mouth, or the way his eyes twinkle, or the way his face is still heated and flushed… He’s fucking dumb.
I let him leave first, then I follow, trailing behind and looking at my phone. Except, I’m texting him, six feet ahead of me.
Me
Your cum tastes fucking delicious, wreckage.
Roman
Stop it. I’m getting a drink and then going to my sister’s table.
Me
And you don’t want anyone there to see texts talking about the way you just deep throated my cock and then came all over my tongue?
Roman
Val. Fucking seriously.
Me
You make me seriously HARD, wreckage.
I smirk, watching him furiously try to simultaneously text and push his way through the crowd toward the bar. I quickly sneak up close behind him, and he almost drops his phone when I grab his ass.
“The fuck!” he snaps, whirling on me and grabbing a fistful of my shirt.
I just grin.
“Round two right here on the dancefloor?” I growl. He turns pink as I take a step closer to him. “You kinky motherfu—”
“Roman!!!”
I startle at the sound of Milena’s voice. Roman’s hand drops from my shirt, and we both turn.
Something’s seriously wrong.
At first, all I see is my friend rushing toward us. Then I spot Laz and Bane, supporting a totally unconscious Evelina between them.
“The FUCK!?!”
Roman’s voice booms through the club as he charges over to meet them, with me right behind.
“The fuck happened?!” he roars.
“I think she got roofied!” Milena shrieks, her face panicked as she rushes to my side and grabs my arm. “She just…she started to look sleepy and then blacked out—”
Suddenly Evie wakens, just enough to straighten up, then double over and puke all over Roman’s shoes. She groans, but then rolls her head up, looking at Roman with out-of-focus eyes and a sloppy grin on her face.
“Roooooman…” she giggles. “I think I messed up your cool shooooes.”
I exhale swiftly, stepping forward and squatting to peer into her face.
“She hasn’t been drugged,” I growl.
Her eyes meet mine, and she grins again.
“Heeeeey, Val…” she giggles. “C’mere. I got a secret to tell you…” She trails off, then immediately shuts her eyes and sags between Bane and Laz.
Roman is scowling as I stand and turn to look at him. “She’s shitfaced.”
Milena exhales heavily. “Thank God.” She turns and winces as she looks at Roman. “I’m so sorry, Rome. I don’t how she got like that! I’m always watching her—”
“It’s fine, Milena,” Roman growls. He steps forward, scooping his sister into his arms and cradling her against his chest. “I’ll take her home.”
“My car is right out front,” Bane offers.
“Great. Let’s go.”
I start to fall into step next to Roman, but he halts suddenly and turns.
“I got it,” he grunts, his eyes locked on mine, darkness swirling in them.
“I’ll come with—”
“Just stay here.”
I frown. “Dude, she’s my friend—”
“And she’s my sister,” he growls, his eyes hardening.
Then without another word, he turns and storms through the club, carrying Evie in his arms, his friends right behind him.