by Bella Jewel
He’s like my big brother, in a non-creepy way.
“You want to lay down?” Jack asks.
I nod, and we shuffle down until we’re on our backs. He reaches down with his free hand and pulls up the covers, then he rolls slightly to his side and wraps me in his arms.
“Listen to me, Molly. No one will ever hurt you again. I won’t allow it. I’m so sorry this happened.”
“Thank you, for being here, for coming when I called.”
“I’ll always come when you call,” he murmurs. “Always. You’re my best friend.”
“Yeah,” I whisper, feeling my eyes getting heavy as the painkillers start working. “Me too.”
He reaches over and flicks off the lamp, and the room goes dark.
“Jack?” I whisper into the darkness.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t let him come back.”
He squeezes me tighter. “I won’t. You have my word. You’re safe.”
Safe.
Yes.
Always.
CHAPTER 14
I gasp and arch my hips up, gripping onto the bed sheets as pleasure skyrockets through my body. Roman’s fingers dig into my thighs as his mouth consumes me, licking and sucking, making me feel things I’ve never felt before. Releasing my thigh, he slides two fingers inside me and keeps sucking until the most incredible orgasm rips through my body. Gasping his name, I shudder, loving every single second of it.
He pulls away from me and slides his body up mine, nudging my legs even further apart as he positions himself against me, slowly pushing his cock inside. More pleasure engulfs my body and I reach up, gripping his arms and squeezing just slightly as he starts thrusting. Fuck. He feels good. I can feel the head of his cock rubbing over that spot inside me, sparking it to life. It’s as if he was made exactly for me, touching all the parts no other man has before.
“God, fuck,” I whimper, squeezing his biceps. “That feels so good.”
He makes a throaty sound and presses his lips to mine. I can taste myself on him, and I love it. I kiss him, long and deep, and he drops his chest down so it’s against mine, wrapping his arms tightly around me so our bodies are flush together. Then he keeps fucking, slow, then fast, then back to slow again.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp, hanging onto him, loving the way he tastes, the way he smells, the way he feels. “God.”
“Come on,” he encourages, his voice soft but husky. “Come for me.”
I do, exploding around his cock, trembling and gasping as the best kind of pleasure releases into my body. Roman keeps going, driving deeper, pushing his cock in further, bringing me to the edge again.
“One more,” he growls, fucking me harder, our hips slapping together. “Come on.”
I cry out his name and come again, shuddering, gasping, clutching his back with one hand and tangling my fingers into his hair with the other. Roman has more stamina than any man I’ve met before, pulling out, he flips me over onto my hands and knees, running his hands down my ass. “You have a fucking lovely little ass.”
I flush, still panting, and moan with delight as he slides into me again. His fingers curl around my hips, he makes a pleased sound in his throat, then he starts fucking me again. I slap the headboard, crying out as pleasure continues to shoot through my body. Roman makes a satisfied sound, somewhere between a grunt and a moan, and starts fucking me with a force I didn’t know existed.
I drop down to my elbows, my head lowers and I scream in pleasure as his hips drive him deeper. I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m absolutely going to come again. This time I think he might just come with me. My forehead hits the headboard as I raise up to gasp his name, and the slight pain only makes it feel that much better. Our frantic panting and groaning combines until we’re both hanging on the edge.
“Oh god, fuck, yes!” I scream as another orgasm finds me, this one more powerful than the two before it.
“I’m going to come,” Roman grunts, and then a breathy growl leaves his throat as he explodes inside me.
For a few minutes, neither of us move. I flop forward eventually, and he rolls off, dropping down beside me on the bed.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper.
“That was awesome,” he murmurs.
I roll to my side and curl a hand around his bicep. He shifts, catching me in his arms and pulling me closer. I love the way his chest feels against my cheek. Roman makes me feel safe in a way no one ever has before. There is something about him. Something that makes him feel like home. I never told him about Michael slapping me, and by the time he got back from work, the bruise was gone.
I didn’t want to worry him. He has so much going on in his life.
“What is this...” I dare to ask. “That we’re doing here?”
He’s silent for a minute, then he murmurs, “I’m not really sure. I like you a lot...”
My chest tightens, but at the same time I’m in full understanding of what he’s trying to say. It feels nice not to have any drama, or any commitment at this stage. We’re both too raw still from our previous break ups. Still, I know enough to know these situations can get messy if two people aren’t on the same page. It seems like we are, but if emotion gets involved, it could escalate very quickly into something neither of us are ready for and we could end up hurt.
“I’m not using you,” he says softly. “You’re the best person I’ve met in such a long time, and honestly, I really do like you. I’m just not ready for a relationship yet, I wouldn’t want to hurt you because it’s still too raw. We’ve both recently had our hearts broken, let’s just go easy and see what happens.”
“I understand that,” I say. “And I agree. I’m not ready either.”
“So we’re having fun then?”
“Yeah,” I agree. “Fun.”
Something in my chest screams at me that this is a bad idea. My feelings for Roman are already further along than fun. I might not be ready for a relationship, but that doesn’t mean I can control the emotions swarming around in my chest. He is right, though. We’re not ready for anything serious. If we got into anything serious now, it would be a rebound and that would be crazy.
But isn’t what we’re doing a rebound?
I shake my head, trying to clear those thoughts. What Roman and I share, it’s more than just sex. Our relationship outside of sex is deep, it’s real, I honestly believe we were meant to meet each other and be a part of each others lives. Our connection has brought us to where we are in this moment, sure, but we’re both in agreeance.
Right?
“Stop thinking about it,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “It’s fine. It’ll be good.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Good.”
“You do matter to me, it’s not just sex.”
I believe him when he says that, because he doesn’t seem like the kind of person that would ever befriend and then use someone. We didn’t come into this wanting sex, but here we are. Maybe it’ll help us both move on, maybe it’ll end up destroying us, either way, being with him right now, having someone like him in my life, it’s the best thing to ever happen to me and I’ll do whatever I can not to lose it.
“I know,” I whisper. “It’s okay.”
He squeezes me, to let me know he’s heard me.
I snuggle in closer.
And we fall asleep. Just like that.
Friends. But not friends.
Why do I feel like this is going to hurt?
~*~*~*~*~
“Two months?” Roman says, his eyes lighting up.
“Two months. We’ve officially been friends two months, even though we’ve technically known each other so much longer.”
“That went fast,” he says as we walk up to the front porch of his Uncle’s house. “Happy spoosversary.”
I laugh. “Original.”
He grins at me.
We pause at the door and knock. Roman brought me over today to meet his Uncle. I’m not nervous, funnily enough,
because everything with Roman just feels natural. He seems lighter in the last few weeks, like maybe he’s finally starting to move on from that horrid ex. He smiles more, laughs more, and his eyes are lighter. We hang out a lot, and even though we’ve been sleeping together, we still get along just as good as we did before it, if not better.
Our connection is genuine.
“Roman!” His Uncle says, opening the door.
He’s an older man, maybe in his sixties, with grey hair and kind eyes. He extends his hand and Roman shakes it. “Uncle Ken, this is Molly, my friend.”
I extend my hand too, and shake the one placed in it. “Nice to meet you,” I smile.
“You too, darlin’, come inside.”
We enter his house and take a seat at the table. It’s a homely place, with a warmth that not many houses hold anymore.
“How’s work been?” Ken asks Roman, and the two of them get into a lengthy discussion about it.
I smile, listening, enjoying being part of something different. Being around bikers all the time, it’s good, it’s family, but sometimes having normal conversations, with normal people, it feels nice. I listen to the two of them talking as they make coffee, and when they both join me at the table, I join in on their conversation.
“I have a good story,” Ken says, smiling at me.
Roman rolls his eyes and mouths, ‘Here we go.’.
I grin at him, and then turn back to Ken. “Tell me.”
“Had this horse once, crazy thing it was. Used to throw everyone off. Nobody could ride it. Anyway, we took it mustering one day and this random fellow came along to give us a hand. He was a big guy, scary looking, and so I gave him the horse to ride.”
Oh God. The horse is going to kick him off. I nod, encouraging Ken on.
“So we’re out mustering for days, it’s hot, and we set up camp one night. We’re all there, drinking and talking, and it’s fucking cold you know? This guy is fairly quiet, keeps to himself mostly, so he’s easy enough to have around.”
Wait. So the story isn’t about a horse? I keep listening, so does Roman, but he looks as confused as I do. Ken reaches over onto the table, and pulls out a ketchup bottle and puts it in front of him. This story is about...ketchup? I glance at Roman, who gives me a cheeky smile and a shrug. Yep. He’s lost too.
“Anyway, so this man stands and goes over by the fire for a piss. I’m not even kidding, he pulls it out and it is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” Ken points to the ketchup bottle. “Like this much bigger and higher than this bottle.”
I giggle.
Roman raises his brows.
So the story is about...the size of this guys cock? I can’t help but laugh. Not where I thought it was going.
“Anyway, we’re all staring, thinking this guy mustn’t get laid much, because that thing would split a girl in two. Next day, we head out mustering again and he goes his own way. Weird fella, barely spoke, strange personality.”
Wait...the story isn’t over? It wasn’t about a horse...or a cock...?
Roman chuckles and looks at me, rolling his eyes again.
“When we’re done mustering, we get back into town and see a newspaper. You’ll never guess who we see on the front...” He looks at both of us.
“The guy with the horse cock?” Roman adds and we both chuckle.
“Yep, only, he’s a wanted man. A murderer. He’d been going around killing people. He’d stayed with us for days, with his monster cock, and then gone on to kill two people after it.”
I blink.
Wait...what?
“A murderer?” Roman says, blinking a few times, too.
“Yep. For whatever reason, he decided not to kill us, but went on to find some other poor bastard to rape and murder.”
I shiver. That’s awful.
“Fuck,” Roman says. “Glad you got straight to the point, Uncle Ken.”
I giggle again.
Roman looks at me and winks.
We spend another few hours there, before getting into the car to head out to lunch. As soon as we disappear down Ken’s driveway, Roman bursts out laughing. “That was the craziest story I’ve ever heard.”
“Right?” I laugh. “I thought it was about a horse!”
“And then about a monster cock!” Roman snorts.
“But it was about a freaking murderer.”
“Trust him to take four hours to get to that point.”
I laugh. “Still, that was the best story I’ve heard in so long.”
“And the most in depth,” Roman points out.
We both laugh the entire way to the restaurant we’re having lunch at. Climbing out of the car, I feel light inside, happy even. Hanging out with Roman, it just feels...normal. There is never moments where we’re awkward with each other. In silence, or in chatter, we just get along, there is nothing weird between us, we can say whatever we have to say and it never feels off.
We order some lunch and find a table outside, an older group of people, two ladies and one man, have set up with their violins to play some music during the lunch hour.
“Free entertainment,” Roman says, wiggling his brows. “Yeah boy!”
I smother a laugh. “You’re an idiot, honestly.”
He winks at me and we take a seat. We watch as the group begins singing and playing their instruments. It’s nice, relaxing even. I glance at the older man in the group, and as he’s singing, he’s staring at me.
“Creeper alert, one o’clock,” I mutter to Roman.
Roman looks, and then laughs. “Yep, he’s totally scoping you out.”
“He’s like ninety,” I cringe.
“So, maybe that’s his last wish before he dies.”
I thump him.
“He’s a total creeper, though, right?” I whisper, nudging Roman with my shoulder. “You think?”
“Oh fuck yeah. Total creep.”
Our food arrives and we eat. I talk to Roman the entire way through lunch, and he’s finished long before I am.
“I’ve never met someone who eats so slow,” he says, raising his brows and staring at my uneaten food.
“I’m talking.”
“That’s the problem,” he teases. “You talk so much, when really, you should just open your mouth and put that food in there.”
I flip him the bird.
He chuckles. “I could drive home, have a shower, come back and you’d still be halfway through.”
I roll my eyes, finish up my lunch, in silence, much to his satisfaction, and then we both head back out to go home. In the truck, I turn to him.
“How’s things anyway? Still talking to that crazy cunt monkey?”
Roman laughs. “Here and there. I think she knows I’m over it, hey.”
I raise my brows. “You’re not over it.”
He looks to me. “Yeah, I am.”
I narrow my eyes. “You were in love with her like two weeks ago.”
“And then I met you and honestly, I feel okay about moving forward now.”
I keep staring at him. “I am over it, Molly.”
I wish I could believe that, but even I know you don’t fall out of love and get over heartbreak that easily. Am I acting as Roman’s band aid? Am I blocking his feelings by making him think he no longer has them? Sure, I know I’ve helped him move forward, but I honestly think what he’s feeling right now is a temporary relief from the pain.
Am I actually a rebound?
“You’re thinking too much again,” he says, glancing at me.
“No. Not it’s fine.”
“I have barely spoken to her, that’s the truth. I do want to move on. I meant it when I said I like you. Stop stressing.”
I smile, and nod.
But deep down, I am stressing.
Because I don’t want to get hurt.
Mostly, I don’t want to lose him.
CHAPTER 15
R – I miss you.
M – I miss you too.
R – You giving those toys a go
od workout without me there?
I smile and respond.
M – Absolutely.
R – Send me a picture.
M – Ha ha, you wish handsome.
R – Come on. I’m stuck out here. I can’t see you.
M – Nice try. But you’re just going to have to imagine it.
R – I’m not happy with you right now.
R – Send a picture.
I giggle.
M – Nope.
R – Cunt.
I laugh.
M – Cunt picture.
R – I hate you.
I’m laughing, my body shaking, as I reply.
M – Don’t worry, I hate you too.
R – That’s it!
M – Whatevs.
R – Your dick stinks.
I burst out into hysterical laughter. Roman and I, we can have sex, we can be serious, but mostly our teasing makes me laugh. We spend most of our days tormenting each other with silly text messages, but honestly, they make everything feel better. His personality is nearly exactly like mine, and I’m grateful for it.
M – Yeah. Yeah. Fucker.
R – Love you Bestie.
M – Eat a dick.
R – Fuck too.
R – You*
M – Can’t even spell.
R – Lol.
M – Lol isn’t a valid text message.
R – I’m going to kick you in the nuts.
I’m laughing so hard now, tears are running down my face.
M – I’m getting a new Bestie. That’s it. I might miss you sometimes, probably only when I’m drunk.
R – Stop being a hater.
M – Put your love glasses on.
R – Haha. They’re on. What are you doing?
M – Masturbating.
I know he’ll be having a chuckle over that.
R – Ha ha. Yeah. I just washed a heap down the shower drain.
M – Those poor future kids, they’re still hanging onto the shower drain screaming.
I take a quick snap of a pile of towels I just gathered together to wash. I’ve been so lazy lately. I really need to do something about that. When Roman is away, I spend all my time with my family and work, when he’s home, it’s all him and I. I barely have time to sit these days, which is awesome.