Chapter 38
brIELLE
It’s different this time.
No, it’s never been the same as that first night we spent together, but tonight is the start of something new.
As he presses his cock between us and angles it just right, that last piece of the puzzle locks into place.
A love so electric, so freeing, fills me up until I’m overfilling, no longer here but somewhere else.
Neither of us blinks as we lock eyes and he slowly pushes inside. My neck curves as I moan and grasp his wrist, needing to hold him. He nods, understanding everything I’m unable to say.
The wide, strong expanse of his hand falls to my hip, holding me steady before his hips draw back. The following thrust is harder, a sharp snap that forces me to instantly stretch around him. Pleasure blooms, my wetness gliding down his shaft.
His following deep glide has me dropping my head back, too overrun with bliss to hold it up.
It makes contact with the hood of the car, but the small shock isn’t enough to distract me from the need coursing through my veins.
I’m so warm, so full of him and this roaring emotion making a home for itself in my chest and demanding to be screamed into the night.
I swallow the three words down as they bloom in my throat and busy myself with something else.
His wrist goes limp when I begin to guide it up my stomach and between my breasts, allowing me to control him.
Only once I’ve pressed it flat against my throat do I squeeze, encouraging him to take control.
He flexes his fingers against my pulse before pushing down, squeezing just hard enough for me to feel my toes curl in ecstasy.
“You’re incredible,” he pants, rolling deeper. “Mine.”
My eyes cross when he prods that sensitive spot deep inside of me. A loud, wanton noise escapes me, pleading for him to repeat the motion. He does, over and over again until I can barely think.
“It’s impossible to wrap my head around you. I can’t—can’t fucking stop. You’re everywhere. In my head. In my life.”
“It’s not only you,” I declare on a wobbly breath.
My palm is slick when I glide it up the side of his neck and then around the back of it.
His hair is soft and damp against my skin.
I fist it and draw him into me, our exhales becoming one.
“I could stay here forever. Right here. Just keep me, Rome.”
His lips find mine in a raw, hard kiss that steals my next breath.
I’m left to breathe him in, and I think I prefer that.
Our tongues meet, sliding together as I hook my thighs around his hips and force him forward, deeper.
My ankles lock against his spine as I ride his movements, unable to break the endless kiss.
This moment feels eternal.
Fingers card through my hair and stroke between my legs, finding where I’m throbbing and so, so wet.
I quiver, then begin to shake as my climax approaches, stealing my mind and leaving me mush beneath him.
The pleasure is so intense I lose my grip on reality and enter a free fall before slamming back down and crying out his name.
Roman’s grip on my hair grows tighter, the weight against my throat firmer. I still feel like glass. Somehow, even with his touch rougher and far more desperate, I feel like a piece of porcelain he fears could crumble in his hands.
“Need to pull out,” he grunts, voice ragged, worn despite how little we’ve spoken. “Fuck. Fuck, now.”
“No! Don’t stop. Don’t stop—” I beg, squeezing tight around him, my heels digging into his back.
“I’m going to come inside this pussy, then, baby. Let me pull out, or you’re walking inside my house with my load dripping down your thighs.”
My head flies up and down in rapid approval.
Something hot and wild spills in my chest before trickling down and out like a droplet of ink in water.
My core pulses, tugging and tugging as another orgasm hits me.
I can’t trap the noises that erupt in the aftermath.
He keeps his lips a breath away so they can fall freely.
“You’re mine,” he swears, speaking the two words with utter devotion. “Mine to keep.”
I wrap my arms around him and lift myself off the hood, clinging tightly to his body as he comes.
His deep, rumbling growls kiss my throat when he sucks the sweat-slicked skin and keeps me against his chest. The pulse of his cock continues for what feels like minutes as I twitch around him, oversensitive but unable to even think about pulling away.
For the first time in my life, I let a man come inside me without wearing a condom.
It’s new, but I’m not afraid. The last time he was inside me without a condom, he pulled out early.
And right now, even if I weren’t on birth control, I know I would feel the same.
And that . . . That’s how I know Roman’s the right one. The only one.
“Don’t move,” he rasps, smoothing his lips over my jaw and to my cheek. “Not yet.”
“Okay.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“That wasn’t . . .” He trails off, slowly bringing his eyes to mine. “I didn’t use a condom. I’m sorry.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to use them anymore.”
“Are you—do you—Brielle.”
“I’m on birth control,” I say, battling a smile. “You don’t have to worry about me baby-trapping you.”
His frown is instant. Suddenly, I’m being lifted into a proper sitting position, and he’s grasping my chin, holding it in place. “Babies don’t scare me.”
“What?”
“I know you’re not trying to trap me. But that doesn’t mean that I’m against the idea of having one later.”
The blunt way he speaks of something so life-altering and scary is shocking to say the least. Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s so confident bringing up these types of things, given his age, but shit.
I’ve been out with plenty of guys before Roman, and not a single one of them would have been so bold.
“Are you saying you want to have a baby with me one day, Roman Shore?”
His cheeks go a deep, rare shade of pink. “Don’t make me take it back.”
“No, please don’t. I just didn’t expect to hear that from you,” I tease, gingerly stroking his hair back. “I’ve never put much thought into babies. I like to think I’d be an alright mom someday, though.”
“You’re still too young. I want you to live first. Get your fashion company up and running and experience the world. There are so many places you should visit and sights you should take photos of. I’ve had fifteen extra years than you have.”
“Fifteen years is too long for you to wait. What about five?”
He chuckles, brow twitching. “Five could work. I’d still be an old fucking man by the time that kid is graduating high school.”
“You’d be a sexy silver fox.”
Taking my left hand from his hair, he brings it to rest in the space between us. I swallow when he strokes my ring finger. “Tell me your views on marriage.”
“Right now?” I whisper, my voice disappearing.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Right now.”
I swallow the nerves clotting in my throat. “I’ve never feared being a wife. I love the thought of wearing a puffy white dress and having hundreds of people watch me walk down the aisle to a man who loves me as fiercely as I love him.”
“A dress you’d design?”
“In a perfect world.”
“Your brother would want to walk you down the aisle.”
“I’d let him.”
“Aubrey would be by your side the entire time, fixing your hair and helping you into a pair of extravagant heels.”
“She’d be my maid of honour,” I confirm, growing lost in the picture he’s painting.
His lips ghost across my knuckle. “Where? A church or somewhere else?”
“A field. With wildflowers. Someplace private and with a view of the water. I want to smell the ocean air on my wedding day.”
“With a photographer who has a hard time taking the camera off of you because of how fucking gorgeous you’d look.”
My breath hitches. “Roman.”
“I see it, too.”
“What does that mean?”
He traces a circle around my finger where a ring might one day sit.
“That I can see a future with you. One that doesn’t include sneaking around because I can’t spend another day not telling Evie about you and what you mean to me.
I want to meet your family and be right there beside you if things turn sour again, not just come pick you up after.
I want to kiss you whenever you say something you know will annoy me, regardless of where we are.
And if me saying all of this doesn’t scare you off, then, yeah, Brielle, I’ll want to make you my wife. When you’re ready.”
“I’m not afraid. Nothing about you scares me. Even if maybe this is the one thing that should because all of this is still new. There’s so much we haven’t uncovered about each other yet.”
“We’ll get there. I promise you that. All I need you to do is say that you’re confident that this is what you want. I can’t do half-ass here, not with you. Not after all this time of refusing to let anybody in. If you’re in, you’re in, Brielle.”
“I’m in,” I declare, sounding just as confident as I feel. And certain. “I’m so fucking in with you.”
I blink away the burn in my eyes and kiss him, knowing that I’ve just given him the last piece of my heart.
Even at the risk of him learning about the role I play online before I can find the courage to do it myself and breaking me in half.
“I’m mildly freaking out.”
“She already loves you,” Roman says in an obvious attempt to soothe me.
“Yes, but that was before I started dating her uncle. I’m pretty sure all of this goes against Girl Code.” I gnaw on my lip for a moment. “What if she thinks I only started hanging out with her to get close to you?”
“We’ve talked about this, baby. You’ll tell her the truth, and she’ll believe you. Evie’s a few years younger than you, but she has the emotional intelligence of someone four times her age. If you’re honest with her, she’ll believe you.”