Chapter 15 Senior Discounts
Roman
Every soft roll and curve. Every inch of her dimpled thighs and striped hips.
The steam collecting in little droplets on her shoulders.
Even the loose, sweaty strands that have fallen out of her bun and cling to her neck like rivers on a map.Play “Are You Even Real (feat. Givēon)”—Teddy Swims, GIVēON through first scene break
A heaven I can hold as we sit in the bath together, her nuzzled between my legs with her back to my chest.
I scoop up some water in my hands and run them down her arms. “How do you feel, beautiful?” I’m a little worried I may have been too harsh or rough.
“Good,” she responds immediately, then sighs as if taking time to actually consider the question and adds, “Really good.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “How do you feel?”
I take a moment to genuinely check in with myself, and the answer comes to me easily. “Lucky.” She sighs happily and relaxes even more against my chest. “Did you feel safe the whole time?”
“Yes,” she says instantly and sincerely, making the knot of worry in my chest loosen completely.
“What did you like most?”
“Hmm . . .” She rolls her head to the side, allowing me to see her cute thinking face. “The way you talked and the way you just, sorta . . . threw me around.”
I chuckle. “That’s good ‘cause I very much enjoyed ‘throwing you around.’ Is there anything you didn’t like or want more or less of?”
She looks down and lifts her stomach, straightening her legs as much as she can. She brushes over angry-looking red marks on the front of her hips.
“Jesus, did I do that?” I ask, horrified. She starts to respond, but of course I did. What a stupid fucking question. “I am so sorry. I probably should have started with that. Christ, I will be more gentle next time, or—or grab a pillow or something. Fuck, I am so sorry—”
“Roman,” she snaps, twisting so she can look me in the eye like I did at the restaurant. She puts her hand on my thigh and gives me a pleading, almost pitiful look. “Please don’t.”
“Don’t what? Don’t apologize? I absolutely should. I hurt you.” She really needs to stop putting men’s egos above her own needs. I’m going to give her some kickboxing lessons, I decide.
“Don’t be gentle!” she says, exasperated.
I blink at her. “What?”
“I like them. I don’t know. There’s just . . . something hot about walking away from being fucked so hard there are bruises.”
I audibly sigh louder than I think I ever have. “Oh.”
She gives me a yeah, dummy smile. “You asked what I wanted more of, so I checked to see if the counter left a mark. And I’m happy it did because I wouldn’t mind a few more of them, okay?”
I smile back and hug her tight to me. “Okay. Anything else? And I promise I won’t interrupt before you finish.”
She points at me with a flirty smirk. “Now, that’s hot. And let me think . . .” She faces forward again and relaxes back into me. The fact that she seems so comfortable in my arms really has me feeling some type of way. “Can I get back to you on that?”
I kiss the top of her head and smile to myself. “Absolutely.”
“What about you?”
“I’m still expecting to wake up from this dream.”
The next morning, I am not surprised to find that my cock has woken up before me, wedged against Ren’s ass, hard as a fucking rock.
She moans sleepily and rocks back into me.
One of my hands cups her breast, and I start lazily playing with her nipple.
She moans again and rolls her head back, allowing me to press tender kisses to her neck.
“I definitely don’t think I’d mind waking up to you inside me,” she murmurs, and my cock jerks.
“I don’t think I’d mind waking you up that way either,” I mumble into her warm skin. “Though, having to get up for a condom kinda ruins the whole slow-morning aspect of it all.”
“I know.” She sighs, still grinding her ass leisurely against me. “I didn’t expect you to agree to dinner so quickly, but I was planning on getting tested. When was your last clean test?”
“A while ago, but I haven’t been with anyone since.” A thought occurs to me. “Still, I could call the doc and have him come over. It never hurts to get checked again.”
“The doc?” She rolls over to face me.
“Dr. Romero. He’s one of the on-call doctors the Foxes have on retainer—but don’t worry, everything would be completely private. Romero doesn’t play when it comes to patient confidentiality, no matter how absurdly he gets paid.”
She laughs. “I have a lot to learn about your world.”
While we’ve been talking, I’ve been exploring her supple back. It was pretty absentminded until right now, when my hand gliding up the back of her leg slips between her thighs.
“Fuck, sweet girl, you’re already soaked just thinking about being used, hmm?” She scrunches her nose and glances away. “Don’t you dare be embarrassed, Ren. This, you—” I shake my head, in disbelief if I’m being honest. “So fucking hot.”
She smiles dreamily. “Where did you come from?”
I chuckle. “Funny, I was just wondering the same thing about you. Now—” I roll her onto her back and chide, “Let a man eat, would ya.”
Then I disappear under the sheets to the sound of her giggling.2
“Alright, thanks, Cash.” I hang up with him and turn to Ren, who is walking out of my en suite, scrunching her hair with a towel. She’s in one of my tees and a pair of pajama pants that are rolled at least four times at the waist and still nearly a foot too long. I point to her. “You—”
“Need a pair of scissors. How attached to these pants are you exactly?”
I chuckle. “What about some boxers?”
“That’ll do.” She smiles like I just told her a really cute story instead of asking if she wanted to wear a pair of my underwear.
While I go to grab some, I continue what I was about to say.
“You’ve made quite an impression on Cash.
We were supposed to meet later, but when I told him you were here, he suddenly felt like rescheduling.
” She looks a little confused. “In the thirteen plus years I’ve worked with him, I can count on one hand the number of times he’s rescheduled for something that wasn’t a life-or-death situation. ”
“Oh.” She nods and saunters over to where I’m leaning against my dresser, trying not to trip on the pant legs.
She tosses the towel in her hand into the laundry basket, and I pull her closer by the hips. I’m already dying to peel these clothes off and get right back in bed. I reach for her face, tilting it up to meet me as I dip down—
“Or he just feels bad that you don’t have anyone to share your senior discounts with—ow!” She yelps when I slap her ass. Her expression of shock quickly melts into a smirk. “Do it again.” Suddenly, the desire to be back in bed is completely gone. Right here will do just fine.
I step out from between her and the dresser, then fold her over. She catches herself with her hands, leaving her bent at the hips, ass out.
I grab her damp hair like a leash and bring my palm down, hard and fast on her full cheek. She lets out a sharp cry. I keep her head tugged back and lift my hand for another one when the doorbell rings. We both freeze.
“Shit. I could tell him to come back,” I offer, and not a little desperately.
“No, no, it’s okay.” She stands up, and I release her hair. “I’d rather continue this when there won’t be anything between us.” She quirks her brow, making her meaning clear.
“Fuck,” I groan and roll my eyes to the ceiling and back. “Fine, but can you say that again?”
“Say what again?” she asks, pretending to be oblivious. She steps right up to my chest so she has to look up at me through her lashes. “Say that the next time you fuck me, there better not be anything in between us?”
I release a desperate sound that is half-sigh, half-growl and drag my bottom lip through my teeth. “Yeah, that.”
The doorbell rings again, this time accompanied by a loud knock. I hand her the boxers I pulled out and holler begrudgingly, “I’m coming!”
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