CHAPTER 20
ROMAN
I slept like shit. The nightmares just kept coming. Putting me right back there in Terry’s bedroom, except this time it wasn’t Terry laying bloody on the bed, it was Carter, and nobody would listen when I told them it wasn’t me. I should have known, after everything that was dredged up in the interview room, that my subconscious would have a field day processing it, or a field night I guess. If Carter hadn't been there to immediately wrap his strong arms around my shaking body, whispering comforting words in my ear to keep me grounded, I would probably be in some kind of catatonic state right now. I’m tired and I’m nervous but I’m upright and I made it out of bed. One step at a time.
Stepping into the kitchen I see James, his head in his hands, sipping on coffee and looking like he has spent the day spiraling in his thoughts and memories. I cross the kitchen to plant a kiss on Carter's lips because he deserves it and he looks pretty hot, all domesticated and shit. Sliding onto a stool beside James, I nudge his shoulder much like I did at the police station. We aren’t at the stage for hugs but hopefully this offers him some comfort. He certainly doesn’t look ready to talk about things, and it’s probably better that Carter and I are alone for this conversation. So when Carter hands James a plate of food we wave him off and I really hope that he manages even a few hours of sleep.
Turning my attention back to my boyfriend, I can see the concern in his eyes as he sets breakfast for dinner down for us. He’s not going to ask because he would never pressure or question me, but I know it’s killing him not knowing what happened and who the fuck he’s letting sleep in his guest bedroom.
Reaching over, I take his hand in mine, forcing us both to eat one-handed for a few moments before I turn to face him.
“Remember how I told you that there was a witness that night, some kid that said he saw me going into Terry's house?” I ask and he nods, putting down his fork. No doubt hearing that asshole's name makes the food in his stomach sour as much as mine.
“It was James,” I admit with a long sigh before starting from the beginning and telling him everything that happened yesterday. How James had been ignoring me, how it all came to a head yesterday morning and finally how James showed up at the police station to turn himself in. All of Carter's emotions are visible on his face as he goes through a whole myriad of them. Shock turns to rage, which morphs to pity and finally settles on disgust, but I know it's not aimed at me, or even James. The idea that Terry could have been doing this all these years is sickening.
“So, Eric agreed to take the case and the detective agreed to do a preliminary investigation into Terry. If it turns out that everything James confessed to last night checks out, my name will be cleared and Terry will be behind bars. Unfortunately, James could also be looking at charges, and I know what you're going to say. He deserves to serve time for what he did, but he was a kid back then, he was manipulated just like I was, groomed, probably more so. I can’t hold onto anger. If I have a chance at a fresh start I'm going to take it and embrace it and let go of all of my demons,” I assure him, keeping his hand in mine and squeezing it. Apparently that isn’t enough though, because Carter lets go of my hand and stands next to my stool to throw his arms around me.
“You are the bravest, sweetest and most forgiving man I have ever met. I meant what I said last night. I am so in love with you and knowing that you can look the man who put you in prison for fifteen years in the eye and forgive him just shows me how incredible you are.” His words are like a balm for my mind and soul. Our lips meet in a tangle of tongues. My hands slide up his bulging biceps to rest on either side of his neck as our foreheads meet and our panting breaths combine.
“When I heard that bastard say his name, I saw red. I’m not a violent man, Roman, but knowing how much he hurt you, I just couldn’t control myself. I won’t say I’m sorry that I hit him, because I’m not, but I will say that I’m sorry if my actions have caused you any kind of stress.”
“All you have given me is acceptance and space to find my way without any pressure. You make me laugh and you never tried to hide what we are, even when we didn’t know what we were, you were happy to be by my side regardless of what anybody would think. You gave me back my confidence and my self-worth. So yeah, I love you. Now come back to bed with me and let me show you just how much.” His answering smile, then swift removal of the sweatpants that I'm pretty sure are mine, is all the response I need. Bending to grip the back of his thighs I pick him up again, just like I did last night and walk him up to our bedroom.
Let's hope James is already asleep, I do not plan to keep it quiet.
CARTER
Even though my mind is reeling from everything Roman just told me, and I have a million more questions, I’m not going to turn this man down. When he picks me right up off my feet I have to swallow the excited squeal that bubbles up my throat. There is just something about a guy being strong enough to lift me and carry me to bed. I’m a fucking princess.
We land on our bed in a tangle of limbs and laughs. After everything that happened in the last forty-eight hours, seeing Roman let it all go and just be present in this moment makes my dick hard. But the way he is smiling at me right now, like I am his whole world, has me ready to lock this man down.
Rolling us over so that I’m straddling his waist, I slide my hands into his, pushing them up the mattress to rest on either side of his head. My mouth finds his, and I kiss the smile off his face, swallowing his laughs and turning them to moans. Holding his hands in place with one of mine, I use the other to lightly stroke down his hair and face to his chest and abdomen. Keeping my eyes on his, I watch his every reaction as I kiss my way down the path of goosebumps my fingers left behind. He is so responsive to me and I love it. I watch as he sucks in a breath when my tongue flicks the tip of his nipple. I smirk against his skin and sit up to kiss his lips again.
“Keep those hands where they are, Muscles. You move them, I stop,” I warn him, dropping soft kisses along his jaw as I let go and wait for him to grab onto the pillow above his head. “Good boy,” I whisper, beaming up at him and suppressing a laugh as his eyebrow raises. “What's wrong, Muscles? Don’t like being a good boy? No, you prefer being the Alpha, don’t you?” I ask, licking up over his Adam's apple to take his lips again in a much more passionate kiss.
My hands, now free, make their way back down his large expansive frame, catching on the band of his sweatpants and pushing them down his legs. I’m more than pleased to see that he went commando this morning. His hard cock springs up, slapping his tattooed abdomen and drooling precum that has my mouth watering.
“God, you are so beautiful,” I whisper, dipping my head down to lap at the offering and suck the tip of his cock into my mouth, chasing more of that goodness.
“Fuck, Carter.” Roman groans as his hips buck up, sliding the underside of his cock along my tongue, pulling a moan from me. I love the weight of his cock on my tongue and the way the taste of him lingers in every corner of my mouth. It's addicting. He is addicting. I could spend hours right here between his legs, just feasting on him. I could easily survive on his cum. Right now though I want to ride him like a rodeo star.
Swinging my body around with his cock still stuffed in my mouth, I plant my knees on either side of his head. Roman proves yet again that we are indeed soulmates. Without needing to say a word Roman slaps his hands on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart and swirling his tongue around my greedy little hole. Exhaling in a low groan around his cock, I suck him into my throat, letting my saliva drip down over his balls and taint, then follow it with my fingers.
Roman’s breathing picks up as I worship his cock, making him redouble his efforts to soften my hole and stretch me open. I hear him slapping at the bedside table to blindly find the bottle of lube we keep there. I feel a shudder of anticipation run down my spine as I let his cock drop from my mouth with a pop. Looking over my shoulder I watch him pour the lube onto his fingers, then gently press one against my hole.
“Yes, Alpha… stretch my hole, get me ready to take your cock.” I moan, my hand shuttling up and down the length of his cock. As he pushes one finger inside me I drop my head and moan, but it's quickly followed by another giving me that bite of resistance. I start to push back against him. I love it. I love the burn of the stretch.
A loud smack sounds before I register the sting from the slap of his large hand on my ass cheek. I don’t need to look at Roman to know that his control is wavering. He wants inside me as much as I want to be impaled by him.
“You are so fucking tight, Omega, but this is a greedy hole isn’t it. It’s going to suck my cock right in.” His words come out almost in a growl as his fingers move faster, scissoring inside me to open me up. When the pad of his thick finger passes over my prostate, my body jolts up and it's my control that breaks first.
“I need you, I need you inside me right the fuck now,” I demand as I flip myself back around to face him. Desperation and need is reflected back at me and without thinking I reach behind me and hold his cock as I drop my full weight down, taking him to the hilt and throwing back my head in pure ecstasy. We both got tested a few days ago, but with everything that has been going on, this is the first chance I have had to feel his bare cock inside me. A shudder runs through me as I struggle to stop myself from coming, just from the knowledge that there is no barrier between us.
Roman is clearly having the same earth-shattering revelation that I am, because from one second to the next he goes from placidly laying below me, letting me control the narrative, to using all of his strength to flip me onto my back and slam back inside me with a feral growl. I can almost hear his possessive mine. He isn’t saying it with his words but with his body as he pulls back and powers inside me again, gripping my hips so tight I know I’m going to be sporting fingerprint bruises and I can’t fucking wait to show them off.
My moans mixing with his grunts, and the knock of the headboard against the wall, create a porn-worthy soundtrack and I really do hope that James is a deep sleeper.