Chapter 8 RULE #7 Don’t catch feelings. #3
My fingers dig into her hips. The thick scent of sex and wine surrounds us, its intoxicating.
Her body starts to weaken. “It’s so good. I wanna come.”
I bite my lip. “You gotta ask me for permission first, princess.”
Her eyes widen, as my hips thrust harder. “Please.”
“Please what, princess.” I feel her swallow.
“Please let me come, Roman,” she cries.
“Fuck, come on this cock, princess.”
She screams. “Fuck, I love yo…” Her eyes squeezes shut.
I drive into her faster… Did she say she loves me? Fuck, that does something to me. She tries to duck her head to hide from me.
“Don’t hide princess. Come on my cock.” I let go of her hips and strum her clit. “Look at you take my cock. Look at the fucking mess you are making,” I groan. My breath comes out harsh.
“Roman.”
“Keep those eyes open so you can remember this…Come on my fucking cock.”
I feel the tingle race up my spine and the flutter of her pussy tightening around me and I know….
“I am…”
“Fucking coming,” I shout. We both scream together, breaking apart as we come at the same time.
I fuck her through her orgasm…
“Fuck,” I shout, holding her as we both sag, our breaths ragged. One arm braces against the wall and the other is wrapped around her, holding us upright.
The room slowly comes back into focus. I rest my head on her shoulder, eyes closed trying to catch my breath.
“Hey, did you say I love y…”
She pulls away out of my arms, adjusts her dress, then shakes her head with a quick smile. “God, no. Sorry if I made you think—”
“I didn’t think I heard—”
“This is just a contract after all. Right?” Her eyes blink rapidly.
That shouldn’t hurt, but it did. “Right.”
NOELLE
LATER THAT NIGHT.
“It’s a pig!” Liam shouts at his father as he acts out his clue. Charades wasn’t something that was on my list, but I am happy it is happening.
Liam didn’t want a stag party; he wanted family time, and I love that he chooses his family over a pub.
Boys versus girls. Of course, the girls were winning. Tessa and Elizabeth share a couch, while Tessa and I sit down on the carpeted floor.
“It’s a dog!” Tillie shouts out.
Roman and Liam turn in sync and shout, “Shut up, Tillie!”
I watch the sand in the hourglass slip away. “Time.”
Cliff drops to his knees in defeat.
Elizabeth and Tillie cheer and clap at his failure.
“What the hell was it, Dad?” Liam asks.
Cliff lifts his head and says, “A pig.”
The room goes silent until Tillie and I crack up on the ground.
“No way, honey.” Elizabeth sips on her rum punch.
Roman stands over his father.
“You did this.” Roman pants with his hands bending like paws. “And you thought pig?”
Cliff holds back a laugh. “Pigs pant, right?”
The room erupts into laughter, and it takes us a while to settle down. “Who’s next?” Liam shouts.
“Noelle,” Tillie says as she pushes me off the ground.
I stand, wiping my hand down my black leggings. Liam pushes a small wicker basket for me to pick a word.
I close my eyes and grab the first paper. Please be something good.
The paper says the word “Titanic.” How the hell am I supposed to do that?
“Come on, princess; you got it,” Roman says with a wink.
Liam taps his head. “No, we are not rooting for them, Roman.”
I lift my finger.
“One word!” Tillie shouts.
I nod and move my hand, forming a reel and a camera.
“A movie,” Tessa says.
I point to Tessa and nod.
How the hell am I going to do this? First, I stand with my hand stretching behind me.
“What the hell is she doing?” Elizabeth asks.
I put up my hands, telling them to wait. I drop on the chair and, with my hand on my head, point to my neck.
“Maybe it’s a dog?” Roman says, and the men chuckle. I get up, cupping my hands together, and move from left to right.
“A boat?” Tillie says.
I jump and nod. I tap my cheek up. I move my hands like I am swimming.
“Maybe it’s a pig,” Cliff taunts.
“Shut up!” Tillie screams.
Tessa scratches her neck. “Why is she swimming if she is on a boat?”
I look at the timer, and I realize we may lose because of me.
I drop to the floor with my hands up in the air.
“That’s it, gentlemen. We are back in the lead,” Liam teases.
I close my eyes. I pop my head up and look at Tillie, and it’s like we have a mind-reading moment.
She claps her hands and points. “It’s fucking Titanic.”
I pop off the floor screaming, my arms in the air, and so does Tillie. We dance around in a circle, celebrating.
“No freaking way,” Liam says.
Roman comes to me and kisses my head. “Well done, princess, but you are about to go down.” I walk to the drinking cart to get myself a rum punch and maybe some snacks.
Tessa follows me.
“Would you like a glass?” I ask as she watches Roman act out his clue.
“Yes, please.”
I add ice to both crystal glasses and pour the golden liquid over it.
Laughter erupts as Roman begins to gallop around the carpet. Poor Liam and Cliff are clueless.
“It’s a pig!” Tillie shouts as she rolls on the carpet laughing.
When I look at Tessa, I see the longing in her eyes. “Look at them all so happy. I love this for them.”
“I agree.” A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips.
Her jaw clenches, and she sighs. “You got the version of him I always wanted. There is a little pain in watching someone else live the life you wanted. I can’t help but be a little jealous.”
Something about the statement irks me. “You shouldn’t be jealous; you have a great fiancé who loves you.”
“That I do. Nothing about us is false. What you see is the truth.”
“As it should be since you are getting married in two days.”
I give her the glass and return to the game.
Roman throws his hand in the air in defeat. “It’s The Lone Ranger.”
Liam frowns. “Who the hell is that?”
The women laugh, and Cliff and Roman groan.
I clap. “You did good, baby.”
Roman crosses the room and comes to my side. He takes a sip of my rum punch and passes it back to me.
“You okay?” he whispers. I feel like he is asking about the almost slip of the “I love you” that I had in the wine cellar. Good dick really makes you say the most irresponsible things.
“I am sorry.” I didn’t need to explain, but my comment about the contract was mean.
Roman kisses my forehead. “Let’s enjoy the night; we will talk later.”
He sits on a single chair and pulls me into his lap. It’s a perfect night. Tessa looks back at me and raises her glasses slightly. I don’t; something feels off.
Roman’s laughter rumbles behind my back. I don’t know what she has up her sleeve, but for now, I will sit on Roman’s lap and enjoy the night.