Chapter 2
Emily
I’m still cum splattered and panting when Roman reaches for his phone.
“Everything okay?” I ask as his abs flex and he reaches around me, pulling his phone back and tapping the screen.
In most other circumstances I would think it’s a pretty big Dick move to grab your phone with your girl still on her knees covered in your cum …
in this case I he’s anxious because his mom…
my Aunt Leah has been on an experimental treatment that supposedly might regenerate some of the nerves and repair some of the damage in her legs.
But it’s been causing some crazy side effects and I know Roman has been super worried as he should be.
Leah and May were in the car when some drug-addled driver hit them and killed their parents. My mom, May, ended up with scars that I’ve only rarely seen, but Aunt Leah’s legs were crushed and she’s been in a battle of pain and function ever since.
Roman taps and scrolls for a few seconds the worry easing from the corners of his eyes Then he tosses his phone back into the front seat refocusing on my face with that dark sexy smile as I sit there covered in his release like perfect cherub cowgirl offering for her Daddy.
“If I had my way I’d leave this on you all day but I’m not sure my brother and sister will appreciate you wearing this kind of new face cream.
” He reaches around into his back pocket and pulls out a faded blue bandana and wipes down my face with the gentleness and focus of a father and as he does, I notice something has shifted in his eyes.
Sure, he’s got that post-nut blush on his cheeks but this is different. I know him better than I know myself, and I know something is going on.
Something has changed. “What’s going on? Something with Aunt Leah?”
His Adam’s Apple slides up and down. The indents between his abdominal muscles deepen as he tenses.
He shakes his head. “That wasn’t her. It was Casey.”
He stops and it’s like all the air in the truck disappears. His hands come to cover the sides of my head, engulfing me when he lowers his face, the tip of his nose touching mine. I smell the hint of those Starlight peppermints his loves so much before he says, “I’m gonna marry you, Emily.”
I laugh. “I know that already. I’ve known it since I was fourteen, and you kissed me for the first time. Earlier, probably?—”
“Very soon, lil Kicker.” There’s a new excitement and urgency in his voice that makes my skin prickle as I shift on my heels and reach for my jeans. “I’m gonna marry you, and I’m gonna make you so goddamn happy.”
Roman is a few months older than me, but I knew he hadn’t kissed another girl before that birthday kiss. It was perfection. Red solo cups, an open tailgate, fall leaves falling, and a plaid blanket.
I discovered love that day. Well, I loved him before that, but that kiss… It was like ten new shades of red were created inside me, and I was never the same girl again.
I circle his wrist with my fingers, pulling his hand to my freshly cleaned cheek and pressing it there. “You already do.”
“Happier then.” He snaps his tongue along the top of his perfect teeth, his lips pulling back in something close to a cowboy’s smile. “I gotta get a couple ducks into the row, then we’re gonna do it, tell the family, and start our lives, baby. Or, start our lives then tell the family.”
“How about you knock me up, then marry me?” I try.
Roman chuckles, shaking his head. “You know the rules, baby girl. Soon as we’re official, I’ll get a baby in that belly the same night.”
We work our clothes back on with grunts and kicks and laughter in the confined space of the back seat, and as he’s snapping up his shirt, and I’m working on my bra, he puts that incredible cock back in the corral, and I’m overcome with desire again.
I take one last shot before with my jeans hanging on one ankle.
Leaning back against the door, I fix one heel on the seat and the other on the floor and let my knees fall wide.
His eyes snap up immediately. “Kicker. Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” I play coy, pinching my bottom lip between my teeth and wiggling my knees together then apart like a pussy butterfly.
His lips turn into a determined line. Roman won’t budge and I get it.
His birth mom was a dancer at the club my dad owned and ran with Allister.
I don’t know much about that, only that she’d cleaned up her life, became a medical tech, but still was shit at picking men.
Roman’s father was a one-night stand that left her giving birth to a baby just weeks before she started having trouble breathing.
Her heart took it tough from some old lifestyle choices and carrying Roman, her body sort of just gave out.
She had no one else and she had to make some decisions. She couldn’t have chosen better than Aunt Leah and Uncle Allister to raise Roman, but in his soul, he wishes things were different.
Call it PTSD from a situation he can’t even remember, but he will not risk baby-making without a foundation built on a marriage and a father who can and will provide.
He pushes my legs together in a firm rejection of my offer.
“Get those rhinestone pockets back on that ass before I get out the crop and my spurs.”
Just as I’m about to sass back, his phone rings through the Bluetooth on the truck’s speakers. Roman heaves himself up and out of the back seat, leaning through the console to hit the accept button.
“Bruh.” Roman grunts, squeezing his Montana-sized body forward through the space into the driver’s seat and dropping his legs down under the steering wheel with a grunt.
I wiggle my jeans back up my hips, then my socks and boots onto my feet as Roman checks his perfectly-messy hair in the rearview and puts his hat back in place.
Casey’s voice fills the truck through the speakers. “I’m calling the cops.”
My cousin Carrie’s voice is in the background. “We see your truck down there, and the windows are steamy in the middle of freakin’ July!” She giggles. “You need another layer of blackout, big brother, because I swear I just saw a bare ass in the back seat...”
I giggle-snort as I grab the backs of the front bucket seats, the soft creamy leather under my fingers as I pull myself through and drop into the passenger seat grabbing my backpack from the floor.
“You did not! I’m fully clothed, and so is your brother.”
Roman looks at me and winks.
“Well, whatever, we know what you are doing and it’s gross. So get up here. We have a whole plan, and you are messing with my schedule.” Carrie’s voice takes on that high pitch when she’s getting anxious.
We are yin and yang. I run buck wild and she lives her life by a spreadsheet. I can barely set an alarm and she has a panic attack if she’s not fifteen minutes early for anything.
“On our way.” Roman hits the button killing the rumbling diesel engine and leaving us in a vacuum of silence.
Most men would work their whole life for a truck like this. It’s the one thing Roman conceded to his parents. He let them match the money he’d saved for his dream truck by working as a horse trainer, as well as winnings from riding reining and cutting horses all through high school.
A hundred and twenty thousand dollars later, we get to fool around in Ford F250 King Ranch luxury whenever the opportunity presents itself.
Our family may be loud and chaotic, gruff and messy, but it’s also wonderful. Our parents love us, and the four of us have always been like brothers and sisters.
Roman and I getting married might be a little weird at first, but in the end, I know it will only close our family circle even tighter.
I just can’t wait for that to happen.
And to get that dick.