Chapter 50
Fifty
ROMAN
We're trying this thing where we don't sleep on each other's bedroom floors. I appreciated the alone time with Blue when we went to bed.
Now, as I'm waking up alone and worried, I really fucking wish the other three had had a slumber party in here with us last night. That way, Blue wouldn't have been able to sneak out without one of us knowing.
I keep reminding myself that Blue isn't in any danger as I hunt down a pair of sweatpants. With those on, I look around for my favorite black sweatshirt. "What the hell?" I grumble, grabbing a different one because I have no fucking idea where the one I want is.
My feet are cold, but I skip the socks in favor of finding Blue before my anxiety steals my sanity. I try to be quiet as I descend the stairs after checking the other bedrooms.
Would I have been disappointed if Blue had crawled into one of their beds after coming to sleep with me? Maybe, but I would have talked to her about it before getting offended.
She isn't anywhere up here, though. The living room and kitchen are empty, although the kitchen light is on, and I know for a fact we always turn it off before bed.
Turning the corner into the back hallway, I find our patio light on as well. With a deep breath to cool my urge to go caveman on Blue's ass, I approach the glass door.
Except, she's not on the fucking patio. The furniture is empty, and our fire pit is off. Did she leave? She hasn't driven since Halloween. Why would she choose to do it now?
Opening the door and stepping out into the frigid air, relief barrels into me. Soft laughter comes from the neighboring patio. I turn and finally take a full breath when I see Bethany and Blue giggling on Beth's outdoor couch.
They have a pile of blankets on their laps and around their shoulders. I'm glad to see Beth's gas fire pit on as well. No hats or gloves, though. Just glasses of wine and red noses.
"Blue. Bennett," I growl, stomping barefoot over to the snuggling women. With wide eyes, Blue looks up at me in surprise. "What do you think you are doing?"
Beth sucks in a breath, probably nervous because of the tension radiating off of me. Blue blinks and takes a sip of wine before asking, "Why are you awake? It's like two in the morning, Rome."
What the hell did she just say? Bethany giggles, making me glance at the empty bottle of wine they must have shared. "I think that's what he was going to ask you, Blue."
"Beth is right," I agree, giving Blue a pointed look. "Why are you awake, Petal? I didn't love waking up to a cold bed. The worry also wasn't a favorite of mine."
Blue's lips twist, and she drops her eyes. Immediately, I feel like shit for making her feel bad. "I had a bad dream. When I went downstairs to fill my water, I texted Bethany to see if she was awake too. She brought the wine. I brought the blankets. I didn't mean to worry you."
I'm silent. There's nothing for me to say right now that won't sound controlling or beastly. Something about Blue makes my baser male instincts roar to life.
"Come on, Blue. Let's go inside and get you warmed up." There, that wasn't so feral. Could have been worse.
Blue frowns at me then glances at Bethany who's yawning. Whatever argument she has fades away when her friend stands. "I need to go to bed. Love you, Blue," Beth murmurs and waves goodbye to me.
Taking it upon myself, I turn the firepit off and set Blue's glass on the table. "Come," I murmur, plucking her and all the blankets off the couch in one swoop.
She just stares at me as I walk us inside and lock the door behind me. I use her bare fucking toe to switch the light off. "Don't even have socks on," I mumble, feeling the tension in my body rise.
I bypass the kitchen but leave the light on because I'll be coming back to get my woman some water. "Stay," I demand, tucking Blue into the corner of the couch. I bundle her up and ensure her chilly toes are snug in the blankets.
"Roman?" she whispers, watching me move.
I grunt and tell her to relax for a second. Refusing to add ice to her bottle that's resting on the counter, I refill it with room temperature water. She's too cold to drink anything freezing.
My muscles relax slightly when I see she did as I asked and stayed where I put her. With a deep breath, I sit beside her and offer her the spout of her water.
Blue shifts as if she's trying to wiggle free of the cocoon of blankets. "Let me." She stills at my words and sucks the water while I hold it.
I can't help but frown when she pulls away. Urging her to drink more, I feel my frown deepening as she shakes her head at me.
"Rome, what's wrong?" she whispers. Her bright blue eyes shine with so much warmth that some of my worry melts away.
"What do you mean?" I ask, voice thick. But she starts fucking moving. "No, stay under the blankets. Your nose is still red."
Much to my dismay, her arms break free and she huffs as she kicks the blankets off the couch. I smile when she curses them, which helps to relax me. Then, shit, Blue swings one leg over my lap and straddles me.
With a hum, she settles onto my lap. "My nose always gets red when I drink," she explains, but I'm a bit lost on the fact that she's wearing my favorite fucking sweatshirt. That's it.
"Are you wearing anything else under there?"
Blue wiggles in response to my growly question. I wasn't prepared to go right from caretaker mode into a severely horny one. "Would you like to figure that out yourself?"
"Fuck," I groan and slide my hands up her bare thighs. So soft. Small raised lines bump beneath my fingertips, but I'm happy her scrapes have healed from those thorns she told us about.
My cock hardens when her breath catches. "We can do that," she whimpers, curling her fingers into the hair on the back of my head. "I have an idea."
"What's that?" My voice doesn't sound like my own. When we went to bed earlier, we shared a slow, sensual kiss. Nothing like this teasing, sexy, fucking charged moment that we're having right now.
I'm too weak to stop myself when my fingers meet her bare fucking pussy at the apex of her thighs. My attention snaps to her face as molten lava scorches my insides. "You aren't wearing any fucking panties."
She nods, gasping as my thumb brushes her clit. "I was kinda hoping you'd come find me. So my idea...Can I take your cock out?"
Where did this polite version of my woman come from? "Fuck," I grunt when she doesn't wait for me to respond. I still nod and say yes even after my dick is in her hand.
"I want you, Blue. All of you. If you keep going, I'm going to fucking have you," I warn while she just pumps me while biting her lip. "Are you sure?"
"Fuck yeah," she moans and pulls me free from my pants. "Have you ever heard of cock warming?"
Before I can respond in confusion, she slips me inside her slick pussy. "Oh shit. Blue!" Groaning, I grip her hips in a vise grip, and try to control myself as her walls ripple happily around me.
With wide eyes, she tips her head back and sighs. Then, to my surprise, Blue looks back down at me and smiles sweetly. She says something about having an IUD. I expect her to start bouncing; instead, she clenches her walls and snuggles against my chest.
I can't fucking take this. After five seconds of the most intense snuggling I've ever done, I thrust up into her tight pussy.
"No, no," she scolds quietly and bites my neck, drawing an embarrassingly loud moan from me.
"Cock warming is me just holding you inside of me.
Keeping you warm. Feeling close and connected. "
Lord help me.
Then the little fucking minx clenches around me. I can't take it anymore. With barely any effort and her still attached to me, I flip us so her back is against the seat of the couch and her legs are around my waist.
"Roman!" she screeches and swats at me. "This isn't what you're supposed to be doing."
I thrust, pleasure shooting through every fucking inch of me. "You can warm me up after I have my way with you."
"Oh," she moans as I continue fucking her into the couch. "I didn't expect this show of dominance."
I quiet her with my tongue in her mouth and my teeth nipping at her lips. With her heels digging into my ass, Blue urges me on, even clawing at my back.
She rips her mouth away from me and begs, "I need....I need..."
"What do you need, Petal?" I growl, swiveling my hips as she reaches between us to flick her clit.
With pink cheeks and lust-filled eyes, Blue opens up to me even more. "More. I can't without touching myself. It's specific..."
I nod, understanding her dilemma, and give her hand some space to rub herself to completion. My woman knows what she likes, what she needs; there's no reason for me to challenge her right now. Especially not when she begins to tighten and thrash beneath me.
Incoherent cursing fills the space as pressure builds. "Fuck! Blue!" She comes, screaming my name as I spill inside of her. Throb after throb, our connection grows.
"Next time," I rumble, holding my weight off of her, "you wake me up when you have a bad dream."
"Okay," Blue sighs happily, snuggling closer to me. Her face even disappears a little in the large sweatshirt she still wears.
I make a mental note that Blue is much more agreeable after an orgasm.