38. Lavinia #2
On screen is a photo of Sage holding a toddler who has the same dark hair as her.
The little girl has her short hair pulled into two small ponytails on top of her head and is grinning at the camera, showing off her missing teeth.
Next to them is a woman who looks a lot like Sage, if a little more closed off.
She’s wearing sunglasses, her head resting lightly on Junie’s shoulder.
“That’s your cousin?” I confirm.
“Yeah, River. She’s basically Junie’s second mother,” Sage says fondly.
“First time you’ve been away from them?” I ask.
Sage nods, putting her phone away. “River and I have been inseparable since birth. We’re only a few months apart, so we did everything together. And being away from Junie is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I feel like I’ve left my heart and soul behind.”
I feel a prickle on the back of my neck, and I turn around to find the source. It’s easy enough to locate. The WAGs are sitting two rows behind us and over to the side. Their eyes are trained on me and the look on their face is of clear disdain.
“Friends of yours?” Sage asks, following my line of sight.
I turn back to look at the rink. “Not anymore. It’s safe to say we’re in enemy territory.”
The Falcons are pouring out onto the rink now. As soon as I see Josh, I sink down in my seat. His head is turning around, looking at the audience and I know he’s trying to find me. Someone’s already told him I’m here. I know I’m right when his eyes land directly on me and harden.
For a second, I think he’s going to skate over to me.
And before he even gets the opportunity, there’s already someone standing on the other side.
Roman dramatically throws a kiss my way and I laugh.
He winks at me before he picks that spot to continue his warm-ups.
There’s no way Josh is skating up to me now.
Sage chuckles at his antics. “Honestly, I’m still a little surprised that you married him. He seems very nice, but I never thought that he was your type.”
“Sometimes, I’m still surprised I married him,” I say truthfully.
I doubt I’d have married him if not for all the alcohol we drank.
No matter what his feelings might be towards me, let’s not forget the fact that he never wanted a relationship.
The same way I grew up watching my parent’s relationship and wishing I had something similar, Roman grew up watching his parent’s relationship and knowing he never wanted anything like that.
As I’m watching them warm-up, I see the oddest thing. Roman and Kai talking. Not awkward talking, but like they’re having a serious conversation and enjoying it.
Holy shit, is our plan working or have the guys accepted that Roman will be around for a long time so they should give up their animosity?
When the game starts, everyone is on the edge of their seats. I see the way Coach watches Roman, as if by the heat of his gaze he can keep Roman in check. The other guys must pick up on the tension because they’re surrounding Roman when he’s on the ice.
Still, not enough. When Roman has the puck, Josh slams him into the boards right in front of me and then gives me the most chilling smile. I can’t believe I used to be engaged to this man.
Sage reaches for my hand and squeezes it in comfort. I hardly feel anything.
We lose, and the loss hurts. Winning every game isn’t a guarantee, but this game? It was important for all the wrong reasons, and maybe the right ones, too. I leave the arena in search of Roman, who’s being checked out by an athletic trainer.
I find him alone in the medical room and close the door behind me when I enter. He’s sitting with his head down, his jersey off.
I set my purse down on the bench and stand in front of him, running a hand through his sweaty hair.
“Hey,” I whisper.
Roman’s shoulders rise and fall with a breath. “I fucking blew it.”
I push at his shoulders until he’s sitting straight, and cup his cheeks, tilting his head back so he’s looking at me. Those honey eyes I want to drown in rip a hole through my heart.
“You played ridiculously well under the conditions. Josh was trying to push the limits, and he got enough time in the sin bin for it.”
“I didn’t want to drag you into this,” he argues. Even as he says it, he sets his hands on my hips and pulls me closer to him. His head drops to my shoulder.
“Are you upset I came?”
“I love that you came for me,” he says quietly. “No one else ever has.”
That hole in my heart gets bigger. He isn't exactly sad when he says it. More resigned, like it’s not something he’s ever had so he’s given up hope. I push my hand into his hair, scratching his scalp lightly and he moans.
“I always support my friends,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.
Roman growls, teeth digging into my shoulder. I giggle at the bite as heat courses through my veins. Even being around him is enough to make me feel like a horny eighteen year old. I don’t think I was this interested in sex even when I was eighteen.
“I’m going to wipe that word from your vocabulary,” Roman murmurs, his voice dark as velvet. His breath fans across my neck, making me shiver.
“You can’t control what words I use,” I say, breaking off into a moan as he sucks on my pulse point.
“No,” he whispers softly. “But I can make you come hard enough you forget how to speak entirely.”
I swallow thickly, heat pooling low in my belly. Roman kisses up my neck and along my jaw until his lips finally meet mine.
“I didn’t take you for a man who wants to silence a woman,” I say shakily.
Roman’s heated gaze meets mine, the liquid honey of his eyes completely overtaken by black. “Oh, you won’t be silent when you’re screaming my name.”
“So arrogant.”
Roman’s mouth lifts into a killer grin. “I think you mean confident, baby.” His thigh his pressed between my legs and so slowly he’s surely trying to torture me, he rocks my body forward. Sparks shoot through my sensitive bundle of nerves, and I gasp.
“Oh my god.”
“Did you wear this to tease me?” Hooking a finger into the chain around my neck, he pulls gently. The R around the chain dangles right above my breasts, which are highlighted thanks to the U shape of the top I’m wearing. “It’s all I could think about the whole game.”
“I wore it because I wanted to,” I say. My heart is beating so fast I’m sure Roman can see my pulse pounding in my neck.
“Wear it when I fuck you,” Roman says
“I don’t think?—”
My words cut off as he lowers his hand, cupping one heavy breast and slowly rolling his thumb over the hardened tip. Even through my top and lace bra, I can feel everything, and I moan loudly.
“Roman, we can’t. Not in here.” Even so, I’m rocking back and forth on his thigh. Again. The man has the best thighs.
Hands lowering to wrap around my waist, Roman raises his hooded eyes to meet mine. “We’re not leaving until I make you come.” With that, he pops open the button of my jeans and his hand slides inside and over my sensitive clit. I let out the loudest moan known to mankind.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
Roman smirks, fingers gently massaging my clit. “Wasn’t planning to.”
Pushing two fingers into me, he attacks my neck, sucking and biting. I’m riding his hand and gasping as he curls his fingers, hitting that spot inside that has me seeing stars.
“I love how wet you get for me,” Roman says in a low voice.
“I've been wet since you started playing,” I admit. Watching him on the ice, his singular concentration, is so hot I nearly lose my mind each time.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Look at the way you take my fingers. I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. I bet you’re going to strangle it with that tight little pussy. I dream about fucking you. Every. Single. Night. It drives me crazy how much I want you.”
My heart pounds inside my chest, my open mouth pressed against Roman’s as we breathe the same air. I’m so close, so close to losing myself and breaking in his arms.
“You want this, don’t you?” Roman’s eyes shine brightly. “To be fucked by someone who takes care of you. To lose control. Do it now, baby. Go ahead. I’m right here.”
He curls his fingers as he massages my clit in hard little circles. Mixed with his filthy words, there’s no way I can hold back. I grip his arm, holding on as I ride his hand, my pussy clenching around him as my body surrenders.
“Roman!” I gasp. Forget screaming when I can barely breathe. I fall forward, my forehead meeting his bare shoulder. I swear, Roman pets my pussy before he removes his fingers. I turn my head in time to see him suck them into his mouth. My pussy clenches, already so needy for him again.
Roman moans, his eyes closing as if he’s tasting something delicious. “Your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever tasted, baby.”
I kiss him, pressing my hands over his heated skin.
Lowering my hands, I’m unhooking his pants, tugging at the ties to open it.
Roman makes a noise in the back of his throat as I push my hand lower still and wrap it around his hard cock.
He’s hot and heavy in my hand. Roman whimpers as I run my hand over him.
“Fuck me,” I breathe against his lips, my words needy. I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn’t fuck me right now.
Roman groans, his hips jerking with the movement of my hand. “I don’t have a condom.”
I pause for only a second. “I’m on the pill. I’m clean.”
“Me, too,” Roman breathes.
Our eyes meet and we both seem to realize at the same time that there will be no barriers between us when he enters me for the first time.
Roman growls, grabbing my hand and stilling my movements.
He removes my hand from his pants and kisses my palm before he gets off the bench and he’s behind me, gathering my hair and pushing it over my shoulder. He bends forward to kiss my neck.
“Look in the mirror. I want you to watch us when I fuck you for the first time.”
I raise my eyes and notice the mirror across from us. Roman watches me with heavy lidded eyes, the length of his body pressed against mine. Something about the scene, both of us disheveled and half undressed, causes my body to ache with need.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, Lavinia. All the things I want to do to you. You’d let me, won’t you?”
His hands roughly push down my jeans and his hot length presses against me. Roman’s gripping my hips painfully tight, and I can’t move back.
“ Please , Roman.” I don’t care I’m begging. At this moment, there’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more than for him to fuck me.
Roman’s lips brush over my ear. “You’re so pretty when you beg.”
A half-strangled groan escapes me and–
I cry out as Roman pushes inside me in one forceful thrust. The first glide of his cock inside me is hard and rough, making me feel like the air has been sucked out of my lungs.
Roman’s head falls forward onto my shoulder. “Fuck, you feel better than I could’ve ever imagined. So wet. So hot. You fit me like a glove, like your pussy was made for me. How are you even real? I feel like I made you up in my mind.”
I wiggle my hips, urging him to move. Roman’s thrusts are slow and shallow at first, letting me get used to him inside me, before slowly gaining momentum. The edge of the bench presses against my hipbones.
“I wonder what everyone will think if they knew good little Lavinia Callahan is being fucked in the medical room?” Roman whispers. I can’t look away from the mirror, watching the way his hands grip me, the look of pure bliss on his face as he fucks me.
He reaches up, wrapping his hand around my throat and tilting my head back as our mouths connect. “I’ve waited so fucking long and you’re going to take every inch of my cock until I’m the only thing you remember.”
I whimper softly.
“Lavinia?” There’s a loud banging on the door. “Lavinia, I know you’re in there.”
My body freezes as my wide eyes meet Roman’s. Josh is banging at the door of the medical room. Roman doesn’t stop, a wicked gleam entering his eyes. He keeps pushing his way inside me until he’s the only thing I see and feel, and he fills my senses completely.
“That’s a good girl,” Roman whispers. “You’re going to come for me while he stands right outside because you’re not his anymore. You’re mine.”
“Are you in there with Maddox?” Josh demands, voice laced with anger. “It doesn’t even matter. What the hell were you thinking? Did you want to humiliate me?”
“Such a pretty girl. I used to dream about this, you know?” Roman says. “Having you come to a game for me. Taking you home and licking your pussy until you’re mindless and so sensitive you couldn’t possibly come again, and then making you come one more time.”
I’m losing my mind. Outside, Josh’s harsh words filter in. But inside, Roman is hard and hot, filling my mind with lust and need. My entire being is focused on the ministrations of his cock inside me, swiftly moving in and out of me as he circles my clit with his other hand.
“You’re going to regret this,” Josh bites out. “You think Maddox is your savior but he’s going to fucking ruin you.”
In the mirror, Roman looks at me with his hooded dark eyes, hair a sweaty mess, lips bruised from our kisses.
He’s the most gloriously beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and he’s definitely going to ruin me.
I’m letting him fuck me in a medical room as my ex-fiancé stands outside, it doesn’t get more ruin worthy than this.
Mouth tilting up into a devastating grin, Roman says, “That’s a good wife, soaking my cock as your ex loses his mind.
Can’t say I blame him. You make me lose my mind, too.
But I’m the only one who gets you this wet, isn’t that right?
I’m the only one who gets you so desperate you don’t even care where we are or who can hear us.
Are you going to come for your husband now?
Say my name when you do. Let everyone hear who makes you come so hard you forget to keep quiet. ”
He massages my clit in hard little circles. My pussy clenches around him as my body surrenders once again, arching against him as I come.
“Roman!” I gasp, my mouth opening on a silent scream. My chest heaves and I can’t look away from the mirror as Roman’s face twists and he shudders behind me just before his hot release fills me. His groan of pleasure is something I’m going to remember always.
“That was certainly not what I expected when I came in here,” I whisper.
Roman smiles, teeth raking over my neck. “I’m always hopeful.”
Wrapping his arms around me, Roman holds me close until my breathing slows down and he has to go shower. I clean up in the restroom and while I wait for him, the only thing I can wonder is how the hell I’m going to leave him tomorrow and go back home.