by Lila Rose
“So do you, Roman.”
He grinned. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yes,” I said, biting his thumb again. He moved fast. I let out a squeal when my back landed on the bed. He kissed me, his hand cupping my cheek, tilting my jaw up to deepen the kiss. I opened willingly for his tongue. His hips thrust into my side. Feeling his hardness again caused my heart to kick into the next speed. Excitement bubbled inside of me. It was me, an older woman, turning on a man twenty years younger, just from a touch.
Knowing it soaked my panties. I wished our jeans gone, but clothes magically disappearing couldn’t actually happen. So I reached between us and pressed my hand on his jean-clad erection and gently squeezed. He groaned into my mouth. Hearing it, knowing how much he liked my touch caused my inner walls to clench. His lips trailed down my cheek to my neck, to my ear where he whispered, “You okay with me touchin’ you?”
So damn sweet how he asked.
“Please.”
He hummed under his breath and sucked my lobe into his mouth while I stroked him up and down. “Christ, darlin’. Your hand on me feels good,” he said as his own slipped up my top. He tugged my bra down to free one breast and then lifted my tee enough so he could lean up and see me. His eyes hooded. He licked his lips and bent down to take my nipple into his mouth. I gripped harder around his cock, and he thrust faster.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” he said before biting down on my nipple, swirling it with his tongue and then lathering kisses all over. My back arched. I knew I was panting, but I couldn’t stop. My body was hyperaware of his touch, with the thrilling sensation it shot through my whole body.
Fingers trailed down my stomach, causing it to quiver. His chuckle was deep until my hand sank under his jeans and took hold of him skin to skin. “You feel good, Roman.”
I ran my thumb over his tip, and he growled in the back of his throat, returning his attention to my nipple. I lost his fingers dancing over my skin, but then his jeans loosened at the front and I knew he’d undone them. His fingers were quick to come back to me, to my jeans. He looked up at me, and our eyes clashed. He licked his way up slowly to my neck, just as slow as his fingers sinking into my jeans and beneath my panties.
His heated eyes stayed on mine, maybe to see if I didn’t want his touch, but I did, so I smiled and spread my legs more. He groaned, “Beautiful,” then kissed me just as his fingers slipped inside, bringing a moan from my lips.
“Roman,” I breathed around his mouth, pushing down on his fingers.
He shifted back, looked down our bodies. “Fuck, Nancy. You look stunnin’.” He pushed inside of me, in and out, and I knew my wetness coated him.
He pumped his cock into my hand. I’d been so lost on the feeling I’d paused. I gripped tighter, and he fucked himself in my hand while his fingers fucked me.
“Hell,” he muttered against my neck, then kissed, sucked, nipped. His thumb pressed against my clit, and a cry escaped me. “Yeah, darlin’.”
“Roman,” I begged. “Close.”
“I got you,” he growled low. When his lips latched onto my nipple, I jutted down onto his fingers, and his thumb pressed against my clit with just the right pressure. I gasped. The swirling sensation in my lower stomach was stronger than it had been in such a long time. My eyes slammed closed from the thrill it drove into me, and then I came. Crying out, I threw my head into the pillow.
Roman kept at me until my body slowed its shaking. Once my breathing became steadier, I opened my eyes and smiled over at him. His grin was full of satisfaction. “You mind if I finish?” he asked.
I shook my head and started reaching for him again. His movement prevented me. He lay flat, pushed his jeans down, and took hold of his cock.
Despite being relaxed after my orgasm this brilliant man gave me, I perked up at the sight of my muscled man handling himself. When he stuck his wet fingers, the ones that had been inside of me, into his mouth and sucked, his hand on his cock jerked faster.
The sight was magnificent.
Rolling to my side, I shooed his hand away and took hold of him again. His eyes met mine. “Kiss me,” he ordered. I did. He curled into me enough to slip his hand inside my jeans and panties again. I drew in a sharp breath as his fingers invaded me once more.
“Fuck, Nancy. Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He shifted to his back again and his fingers slid out. “Want your juices around me when I do.”
Holy Jesus.
I nodded. No words came to mind. My hands dropped away, and I watched him coat his cock in my cum. He pumped himself once, twice, on the third, his semen sprayed out the tip onto his tee. Another jerky hand movement and more spilled. Then again, and again.
Finally, he slowed, yet I wanted to watch that show all over again.
“That was….” I didn’t have the right word.
He looked to me quickly. “Fuck, did you not like—”
My hand went over his mouth. “Don’t question that in any way. It was the hottest moment I’d ever had, and I would like to do it again. Now.”
His eyes flashed with heat. I dragged my hand from his mouth so I could snuggle into him, not caring about the mess, and kissed the man senseless.
He wrapped an arm around me and tugged me closer. His lips moved to my cheek, chin, neck, then back up to my temple.
“Glad you enjoyed that, darlin’. But we’ll save the encore for another time soon.” He rolled into me, glancing down between us with a smirk. “We’ll both have to get changed before bed. Fuck, that’s if you don’t mind my sleepin’ in here.”
Shaking my head, I laughed. “You’re crazy if you think of going anywhere after that. I like to spoon.”
He chuckled. “I’m all for spoonin’.” His face turned serious. “You okay?”
“Define okay? It you mean relaxed and turned on at the same time, happy and tired, then yes, I’m okay.”
His smile was photograph-worthy and perfect enough to be sold to millions, but thankfully, it was only mine.
“Good.”
“You okay?”
“If you mean exhausted after coming so hard I saw stars, and enjoying the state of my woman, then yeah, I’m okay.”
Laughing, I nodded. “That’s what I meant.”
“Fuckin’ thought so.”
Gamer
Hugging her close, I kissed her temple. “You want a tee to sleep in?”
“I do have a bag with a nightie in it.”
“Gonna get you a tee anyway. Like the thought of you in my clothes.”
She bit her bottom lip, but I caught her pleased smile. It made me fucking feel good. I got out of bed, grabbed a tee, and dropped it beside her. Leaning in, I pressed my mouth to hers for a quick kiss. “Be back in a sec.”
She nodded. I went into the en suite and cleaned up a bit, pulled on a new pair of boxers and a tee, then went back into the bedroom to see Nancy changed and back in bed. My dick jerked. Knew it’d be fucking unbelievably hot seeing her hair splayed out on my pillow.
Grinning like a fool, I stalked to the bed, jumped over her, which pulled a beautiful laugh from her, and slipped in beside her. “Let the snuggling begin.”
She laughed again and scooted close. When she wrapped an arm around my waist, I put mine over her arm, and our legs entwined with each other’s.
Perfect.
“Could stare at you all damn day long.”
“Thank you.”
I could see something was on her mind, the way she looked everywhere but at me. “What’s up?”
“I’m not sure if this is the right time to talk about it.”
“No matter if it’s the right time or not, you can talk about anything whenever you want and I’ll listen, darlin’.”
“We’re together,” she said, and my gut twisted. Was she second-guessing us already?
“Yeah,” I said cautiously.
“You’re young.”
I nodded, but she didn’t see; her eyes were focussed on my chest. With my fingers, I tilted
her head up until our gaze met. “Not too young.”
“Thirty-seven, right?”
My lips twitched. “You been looking into me?”
She rolled her eyes. “Zara told me. How she knew I don’t know. But… you know I’m fifty-five, yes?”
“Yeah, darlin’. What you gettin’ at?”
“Kids,” she whispered, looking away.
“Hey,” I said, and her eyes came back. “After the upbringin’ I had, I’m not wantin’ kids. I just need a good woman and to have her in my bed and arms. Kids have never been on my cards or radar. If you’ll let me, if things stay strong with us, which I hope to Christ they do, then I’m more than fuckin’ happy to stand beside you with your family and help when I can.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “I would like that a lot, Roman.”
“Then that’s what we’ll have.” I kissed her slowly. Her mouth deserved the attention, like all of her. “Now, we gonna sleep with nothin’ worrying us?”
“Yes.”
“Good night, darlin’.”
“Night, Roman.”
Chapter Eleven
Gamer
After two months of only seeing Nancy when I could get to Ballarat, I was officially over it. I hated not seeing her every damn day. While I managed to occasionally take her out for coffee or meet her for lunch at work—which her work colleagues gave her shit about, in a good way—it wasn’t enough. We spoke all the time, sometimes multiple times a day, but her living an hour away from me killed. From that one single night of sleeping next to and waking up with her, beyond a doubt I wanted, hell, I fucking needed more. Seeing her every day would be a start. But I wanted to sleep next to her each night, not only to know she was safe, but having her in my arms was the only acceptable way forward. I just needed to figure out how to make that happen.
Things had picked up in all businesses that Hawks had a hand in, which meant more paperwork than ever before. Nancy was also taking extra shifts before the two weeks break she had planned.
Thank Christ that started next week. I’d also organised with Dodge I’d be around less so I could head to Ballarat and stay in the compound there.
Shit a stick, that reminded me I hadn’t spoken to Talon about it yet.
My phone on the deck rang. I was supposed to be on my way to Easton’s for another barbeque, but I’d been delayed with a couple of things. Nancy was already headed my way, so I expected it to be her. Only it wasn’t.
Dodge’s name flashed over the screen. “Prez?”
“Get to Easton’s. That cunt Andrew showed. East’s got a few injuries, but he wanted me to call to tell you Nero’s not good.”
“What?” I clipped, already standing and making my way to the door.
“Long story short, Nero saved Easton, but got a bullet for it.”
“Fuck,” I barked, my gut churning with acid. “On my way.”
The ride seemed to take longer than usual. I stormed through the house and spotted Easton sitting on the couch with a paramedic in front of him.
“I’m fine,” he said. “Nero’s in your room, resting on the bed.”
Nodding, I strode down the hall and opened the door to the room I’d claimed when I’d stayed minding the dogs. Nero lay on the bed. He didn’t even twitch when I entered. His gut had been bandaged, and he looked bad, goddamn bad. Seeing him like that made memories fly through my head and I gagged.
Whimpering.
Whining.
Barking.
Yelling.
A hand to the shoulder. Painfully tight grip. Forced to watch.
A choice to die myself or watch as he killed the animals I loved most.
Blood.
Tears.
Broken.
Dropping to my knees, I crawled over to the bed where Nero lay. My hand shook as I brought it up to his belly.
Breath.
He was alive.
He’d better stay that way.
Tears threatened, but I was a fucking biker and we didn’t cry. I closed my eyes tightly and just took in his scent. I crowded him, my hands running over his body.
A door opened. My eyes sprung wide as I glared over my shoulder. My jaw clenched. “Nancy, go.” I didn’t want her to see me so fucking weak over an animal.
“No,” she whispered.
“Nancy, fuckin’ leave.”
Nero whimpered in his sleep. I looked back down and shushed him, patted his head, his back. Nancy’s warmth pressed against my back.
“Go,” I bit out. Christ, I couldn’t do this with her here; it wasn’t right. She’d see me different—young, weak, and pathetic, all because of an animal.
“I won’t,” she said. “And if you tell me one more time to leave, Roman, I will kick you in the arse. You wanted me, you chose me, and I’m choosing you right back, no matter what happens. No matter if you think I won’t like something about you, I will anyway because I know it’s you trying to protect me from seeing something you think could change my mind about you. It won’t, Roman.”
I dropped my forehead to the mattress. “Fuck, Nancy.”
She shifted around me, kneeling beside me. Her front covered my back as her arms curled around my waist. “He’ll be okay.”
“I know. God, I know, it was just….”
“Bringing up old memories.”
Straightening, I twisted in her arms to land on my arse, and dragged her into my lap. “Yeah, it was.” We sat for a few more moments in silence, just holding onto each other. It was what I needed. Damn, she was fucking perfect for me.
When I kissed her neck and gently nipped, she shuddered. “We’d better get back out there, but can you do me a favour?”
“Anything.”
“Give me a moment?”
Her hand ran up and down my arm around her waist. “Of course. Since you asked nicely this time.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, sorry for bein’ a dick.”
She smiled. “I understand why.”
“Thanks for not listenin’ to me and for threatenin’ to kick my arse.”
She kissed my shoulder. “Any time.” As she stood, my hands slowly ran over her body. “I’ll come back soon if you don’t come out.”
Winking, I tipped my chin to her. She walked out the door and closed it behind her.
She’d settled me. Calmed me.
Shifting, I leaned over Nero on the bed again, patting him. “Yeah, you’ll be just fuckin’ fine because you got East, Lan, Parker, not that anyone knows but me and Nancy, and then you got me.”
Nancy
As I made my way out into the living area, I noticed Zara and Talon had arrived with the kids. There were quite a few others also, and since Zara and Talon were busy talking to Lan, I went over to Deanna and Griz, and told them I’d take the kids outside.
“When did you get here?” Deanna asked.
“Ah, just now.” I didn’t want anyone to head down the hall to disturb Roman. He needed his time.
“Nance, you takin’ the kids out would be good,” Griz said.
Nodding, I rounded the tribe up and herded them outside. Ruby and Drake ran off after the other dogs, who seemed just as excited to see them as they were. I’d started to close the door when I heard someone call, “Parker.”
I glanced through the door in time to see Parker striding into the house, pushing the paramedic out of the way, and slamming his lips onto Easton’s. I had my own little laugh at all the shocked expressions. I would have been one of them also if Roman hadn’t said anything to me.
For a few moments, I sat there and watched the younger kids play. The older ones chatted, and I couldn’t help but notice the way Maya looked at Texas. Ever since she broke up with her boyfriend a few weeks ago, because he was a dick and cheated on her—something Cody taught him a lesson about—I’d been certain she wouldn’t take a chance on another boy so soon. It looked like Talon might have some trouble coming his way if he saw the way she was with Texas. At least he was a mini brother, with the plan to join Hawks
when he was older. That could be a bad thing, I supposed, since Maya was a princess to the Hawks. It was what Talon and his men called her. Considering that, it could mean Texas wouldn’t want anything to do with her. She imagined he’d think of her as off limits.
The back door opened suddenly. Talon and a couple of others stepped out and saw me sitting on the deck, alone and relaxed. Rolling my eyes, I turned back to the kids as everyone else filed out.
“Never expected that,” Stoke commented.
“No one did,” Talon replied.
“As long as they’re happy,” my girl said.
Talon curled his arm around Zara’s shoulders. “Yeah, kitten. We don’t give a fuck. Whatever floats their boat. Just a shock is all.” Other brothers agreed in their own way—grunts or some type of noise and action in their macho way.
“I know.” She smiled up at him. They were beautiful together. Their love showed in everything they did, the way they talked, teased, and touched.
Was it right to think Roman and I had that?
Only seeing him a handful of times over the last two months had been hard. Phone calls weren’t enough. The brief day visits weren’t enough. My chest ached when he wasn’t close. Then when he was, I knew it wasn’t going to be for long, and I couldn’t really appreciate the time we had because he or I had to leave.
I missed his smile, his smirk, his laughter, his teasing, his gorgeous eyes that heated, warmed, and shone for me.
Would it be too soon to suggest a change?
Would he think I was crazy for looking for a nursing position in Caroline Springs?
We hadn’t even had sex, and I was….
What was I?
Lost in him?
In lust with him?
Loved him?
Could I be?
I jumped when the back door opened again. I hadn’t realised I’d been sitting there staring off in my own world, with my hand up resting against my heated cheek.
Thinking of Roman did that to me.