The Right Direction

by Kathy Coopmans

  “Yes. Are you?” I mumble out anxiously as I writhe against his hard cock. I want him, and it’s quite obvious I’m not fighting it anymore.

  “Baby, I was ready the second I laid eyes on you from inside that cell. Let’s go.”

  I’m flushed, overheated, and on the verge of stumbling out of the car after I yank my panties back in place and pull down my skirt. This time, I smile so wide my face should crack. I’m not holding back the happiness he gives me from anyone anymore.

  Roman climbs out first, grabs my hand, and tugs me into him as his measured strides move fast and long through the doors. Both of us ignore the hollering from across the street. He leads us right to the elevators in the back of the building as if he’s been here a hundred times before.

  He lifts me again and takes my keys out of my trembling hand after I dig them out from my bag he must have grabbed. Geez, he has me all kinds of flustered. The perfect distraction in our imperfect world.

  “You want this, Joslyn? Me, you, and all that comes with it? Not giving you up. Not letting anything pull you under.”

  “Yes, a million times, yes.” I submit myself to him knowing there is no turning back after this.

  As silly as it sounds, I’ve dreamt, waited, and fought against my own conflicted feelings for this day to come. We are one step closer to the someday we promised.

  Chapter 13

  Roman

  I open her door and walk us through her apartment with the guidance of the city lights and her tiny finger showing me the way to her bedroom.

  I’m a nervous fucking wreck. Need her, though. Need this connection, need to know we’ll survive the hell this persistent town and certain people in it keep shoving in our way.

  I will always hate this town, but driving through it today didn’t bother me as much as it usually does now that I know she’s in it. I’ll gladly live here for the rest of my life if this is where Joslyn wants to be.

  The past few nights without her have sliced a temporary line down my heart knowing she was sitting at home, at work, dealing with what she’s going through on her own. Funny how every time something festers inside of her, I sense it and feel it, too.

  It about killed me when she left my house. I sat in my vehicle and watched her pull away and out of sight with Caroline knowing full well she was about to reach her breaking point. Well, fuck that shit. This weekend she’s mine, and I’m going to remind her of it. Take a couple of days and shove everything else to the side. To hell with the world. We deserve this. Earned it. And I’m the only man qualified to ease her troubles away.

  I did what I had to do to find her brother. It isn’t easy trying to track down military personnel these days. Especially if you know nothing about them. With the right resources, we were able to get a fix on him. The rest is now in Joslyn’s hands. Goddamn, her hands. Every time she touches me, I burn in a way I can’t describe to anyone. She drives me in-fucking-sane. I lose all control when it comes to her.

  I stood outside her door for all of two or three minutes after Travis left. Nearly busted the fucker down when I heard the first cry ripping from her throat. Grief was expelling from every breath she took, her body shaking as if she were cold. I swear to God, if I hadn’t known the reason why her face was contorted in an expression of unbelievable agony when I swung open her door, I would have thought she was grieving for someone who just died. I couldn’t get to her fast enough. Don’t want to see that kind of heartbreak eating away at her again in my life. Guts a man like me to see the woman he loves in tears from pain.

  I shove those visions out of my head as well as my confrontation with Gwen. All I can focus on now is the blatant look of desire written all over Joslyn as I lay her down on the bed. Her breathing is erratic, her eyes untamed and calling out to me, begging me to give her what her mind and body crave.

  Snaking one hand around her ankle, I loosen the strap on a heel, slip it off, then do the same with the other.

  My hands slide up her legs to grab her ass before I unzip her skirt and tear it down her long legs right along with her panties. Her breathing is choppy while I’m fiddling with the buttons of her shirt. It’s gone in an instant right along with her bra. Then I kneel on the edge of her bed staring at temptation in a heavenly form.

  My whole body throbs with such a controlling need for this woman I’ll come with one touch from her hand.

  “Do you have any idea how I want to sink inside of you? Tear you completely apart and fuck you until sunrise?” I egg her on. Those clear blue outlets of hers shimmer and shine.

  “Then do it, Roman,” she wheezes. Her hands are shaking as badly as mine, her body writhing for me to take what’s always belonged to me. Her exhale reduces me to a pile of ash. Fuck, I want to send her spirit soaring.

  “Spread your legs,” I demand, smirking as I draw my teeth up her leg when she does what I ask. Heaven.

  Pink and greedy wet flesh assaults my senses. I can smell her want for me, and it has my dick hard as stone knowing I’m about to fuck her. But first, I need to taste and devour. Bring her to a point where nothing else matters. Fuck all the worries and concerns we have going on. She’s with me now. She may be worried about her brother, but everything else is muted bullshit from this point on.

  I need to make good on fucking her greedy pussy every way I can before I sink inside her tight, warm body. Christ, I can already feel her heat blazing with fire, and I haven’t even fucked her yet.

  I’m done playing around. I nip the inside of her thigh, and when I lick right up her folds, my tongue tasting the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted, hearing her command with my name tucked at the end is one of the many reasons why she’s unforgettable to me.

  I work her over, mercilessly fucking her with my tongue.

  I tug, lick, and swirl until I have her ass lifting off the bed and she’s shamelessly shoving her drenched pussy further into my face. “Fucking hell,” I state, adding a finger and working her more.

  I take my time by licking every inch of her. I’m ruthless with my attack of nipping and biting when what I should be doing is savoring. But when the woman I’ve always wanted is beneath me, I can’t control my head any more than I can control my dick wanting to be free. I’m taking her rough and dirty, and fuck all if I don’t want to keep my head between her legs for hours. This is both gratifying and tormenting at the same time. I want nothing more than to have her. Not only sexually, but all of her.

  I trail my gaze up her body, and my dick jerks in my jeans when I see her tweaking her nipples. Her eyes are pinched closed tight, and her mouth is hanging wide open. She’s a vision.

  I lean back, captivated by the way she’s adding to her pleasure. I watch my slicked-wet fingers coated with her juices disappear between her folds. Her head is thrashing, the pace of her hips increasing as I fuck her raw with my fingers. Her hands let go of her breast to fist the sheets of her unmade bed.

  “Roman. I’m coming.” Her body sings for me. Loud and clear.

  “That’s it, beautiful. Come all over my fingers.” She does, and it’s the most magnificent thing I’ve seen. Flushed face, with wide eyes, plump lips, and nipples I need in my mouth all tempt me. “So fucking sexy. I’m just getting started with you. Can’t decide if I want you sucking my cock, fucking your mouth with my tongue so you can get a taste of yourself, or bend you over and play around with the tight little bud of your ass. Tell me what you want, Joslyn.”

  I can see her giant heart flutter faster by the pulse in her neck. It’s big. Strong. Compatible with mine. She’s tougher than nails. Sexy as fuck and all mine. The shit we have to wade through shouldn’t even be a part of us. But Goddamn, it is. Tomorrow. All of it can wait until tomorrow.

  “I want your cock in my pussy first,” she screams. Fucking hell. I love that she’s still not afraid to tell me what she wants.

  “Not yet. I’m going to fuck you like mad. You need to be good and ready.” I hook my fingers while taking the thumb from my other hand and running h
er juices up the crack of her ass, taunting the puckered hole. Her body tenses. “Relax,” I soothe, slip my thumb inside and observe her. She gives in with a multitude of want darkening her hooded eyes. I watch myself taking over both of her tight little holes with the restraint of a saint. I have her right where I want her, and it’s a sight to behold.

  She whimpers when I remove my fingers. Her eyes trail up my body as she watches me stand and strip out of my T-shirt, boots, and jeans.

  My cock is weeping to be inside of her. I stroke him, climb on the bed, and press my mouth to hers. Greed and hunger tangle with each other. She moans, the tips of her fingers pressing into my back until they reach my ass and squeeze. “Roman, God, I want you.” I am lost. So fucking consumed by her touching me, moaning out my name that when I nip her jaw, her neck, and pull a nipple into my mouth and clinch down with my teeth, my mind has never felt this much at ease. My life has never felt as complete as when I am with Joslyn.

  We used to share everything from pleasure to pain. Walking through the hardest parts of our young lives together. Been doing it all over again. And damn it all to hell, we better make it to our someday, or I’ll die trying to get her there.

  My gaze lifts up to hers as I work my way to the other breast. Tracing my tongue around the stiff nipple, feeling her stomach indent when I bite down. I want to explore more of her, but right now it’s time for me to give what her wild eyes are demanding of me.

  “You want this as bad as I want in your tight pussy, Joslyn.” I lean on my hunches, tug her to me, placing her legs on each side of my hips, and line up my cock. The heat rolling off her about sends me into a frenzy of lust. Could never get enough of this woman. Don’t think I ever will now that she literally walked right into my life out of nowhere.

  Looking up her flawless body, bruises about gone, I see and remember the faint scar across her ribcage she received after scraping herself on barbed wire one afternoon on our way to our railcar. Those big emotional, watery eyes are staring up at me understand the way I feel about her, and it has to be one of the most intimate moments we’ve ever shared. Might be because it’s been a long time. Could be the love we still have for each other. I don’t know, but when I lift her ass and drive my dick inside, it’s the first time in eleven years I feel that my life is heading in the right direction. Home. Plain and simple.

  “Might fuck you like a man gone totally mad, but every stroke ties me closer to you. Don’t ever fucking forget that.” I mean every word.

  I pull out and drive right back in. The cheeks of her ass squeeze in my hands as I thrust and draw. My teeth are gritting so Goddamn tight when she clamps her pussy around my cock with every drag in. She pants. I groan. And for the longest time, we see deep into each other souls.

  Pain, sorrow, remorse. Most of all, I see the healing of wounded time apart. Me and her. Fucking hell. She’s permanently carved inside of me. Holds all the keys to my heart.

  “Fuck, you feel good, Joslyn. I’m so knotted up over the fact you're beneath me that I can’t think straight. Never letting you go.” A sharp breath reels past her lips.

  “I won’t let go of you either.” I hear her promise and fuck her harder. My eyes are squeezing shut. It’s been so damn long since anything has felt this good, this right. I want to come inside of her so bad, but I need her to come for me one more time. I need to feel her release around my cock, to see her face when she falls apart from me fucking her.

  I continue my thrusts, her pussy tight and wet, slickness and warmth all around me. In one quick movement, she pushes herself up, straddles my waist, and grinds up and down my raging cock. She’s so eager for me to release inside of her I damn near do.

  “You look like a goddess riding me, pressing those tits up against my chest. I love seeing your creamy skin breaking out in shudders, smell the scent of our sex and the sweat between your breasts and all over my chest, dripping down our brows, all mixing with the oxygen in this room. Hearing you groan and pant as my dick, fingers, and tongue make you come. Fucking Christ, you spin me, woman. I want to own every cry. Every orgasm. I want to consume your thoughts, so you know I believe in everything you are setting out to do. Do you get me? Always, baby,” I rasp out between upward thrusts and breaking out in a heated sweat.

  “I feel it, too, Roman. I know. Trust me, I do. Every filthy word that comes out of your mouth, every touch drives me crazy. I want to breathe all of you in,” she mutters, then takes over my mouth with a kiss that grabs me out of years of want. Her tongue is fighting with mine to command.

  My fingers begin to roam all over her silky back, around the curve of her ass to hold both cheeks in the palms of my hands.

  The gasp she cries out, the whimpers she releases into my mouth, I feel them shoot straight to my dick. Her sweet pussy clenches around me. Head falling back, hair a wild mess, she starts her flying release. Those powerful noises are overwhelming my mind, and I come with a growl tearing from my spine. Our eyes lock. Are glued to each other for the longest time. I could sit right here with her forever and be completely satisfied.

  “You mean more to me than you will ever know,” she whispers, her body falling back on the bed causing me to slip out of her. My heart wants to leap out of my chest when I gaze down at her, wishing we would have reconnected under different circumstance but glad all the same fate brought her back into my life.

  *** Unease slips down my spine when I wake to find Joslyn gone. I swing my legs off the bed as I tell myself even though we’ve shared so much, we still don’t know one another's routine. I can’t help but wonder what the hell she’s doing.

  If I had to guess, I’d say she’s found her strength and has started finding out how to get to her brother.

  I slip on a clean pair of jeans and T-shirt from my bag Grim dropped off at the front desk for me last night. I was in such a hurry to get to Joslyn that I forgot I left it in my vehicle.

  Speaking of vehicles and Grim. I owe him. When Joslyn mentioned leaving her car at the courthouse, I called him to go get it for me. Couldn’t believe we forgot it. It’s a damn lucky thing the security knew it was hers. Even luckier none of those fuckers found out she’d left there. If they had, they would have busted a window open to find out anything they could. He went without any complaints last night after Joslyn called to give them his name, picked it up with no one in sight. Didn’t mind one bit when I asked if he minded being her bodyguard until I figure all this shit out. I may not be on the road, but I do have obligations to attend. A dumb fucking press conference to do. In other words, I can’t be around her twenty-four seven like I want to be.

  Grim, though, the guy’s a beast. Dedicated to the core. In my circle of trust. Loyal as fuck. He’s been with us since the beginning. Doesn’t come any better than Grim Charles.

  I calm down and make my way down the hallway. My eyes are taking in her home. There are windows everywhere. Navy blue furniture, a big white clock on the wall. Large television in the corner. Los Angeles starting to come to life outside of this skyrise.

  Those things aren’t what’s holding my attention, though. It’s the long pair of legs resting on top of a slender glass table in front of her couch, papers all over the place. Hair piled on top of her head, glasses on her face, and an ink pen in her mouth. Fucking sexy as hell.

  “Morning. That better not be work.” Her head flies up from the sound of my voice. I lift my brows in challenge, lean up against the wall on a stagger when the biggest smile spreads across her face. One aimed directly at me. Christ, help me now. I want to devour her again. Never come out. Doesn’t matter that I took her three times last night. One of those times is etched permanently in my head. Her riding my cock, tits bouncing, that tight ass I want to take slamming down as her pussy ground away all over me. Taking exactly what she wanted. All of them loosening up the wrench in my gut over the shit waiting for her outside.

  “Hey. It’s not. I’m trying to figure out how to get in touch with my brother without freaking him out. It looks
like the best way is to contact the base and hopefully arrange a meeting. He’s owned by the government. Getting access to him when I’m a stranger isn’t easy.” She looks so fucking happy. I take a deep breath, push off the wall, and will myself to calm down from hating the fact I won’t be with her. Wouldn’t matter if I were here or not; this is something private between the two of them. A sister and a brother. I’m fucking stoked for her.

  “Can’t wait to hear all about it. Like I said before, the man is going to love you, Joslyn.” How could he not? The woman is pure heart.

  “I can’t wait to meet him.” She grins so wide it nearly knocks me on my ass.

  “I bet. I can’t wait to meet him either.”

  “Shut up and kiss me, Roman Nixon. It seems my lips have been deprived for way too long.”

  I do more than kiss her. I fuck her all day long.

  Chapter 14

  Joslyn

  I need to think of something to pull Roman out of this sudden mood change. He was fine until he shared that Gwen showed up out of the blue. It angered me until I wanted to spit nails. The things she said and the way she acted were enough to push me into realizing that this woman is as dangerous as she is crazy. I woke sleepy and unrelaxed. And now, I’m shocked over what he shared with me a few minutes ago. It’s a deep, saddened understanding of how rooted some of the pain from his past is. I can’t begin to get the gears in my brain to function enough to strum up the right words to say.

  I eye him carefully as I contemplate my words.

  I remember sitting in front of the television several years ago in tears as I listened to Marcus address the reporter about the tragic accident that happened to Dean’s son. It was heartbreaking.

  “I can’t believe how lucky I am. I had sex with Roman Nixon. I thanked the rock gods last night because the man is an animal in bed. Oh, and in a few days, I’ll actually have the autographs of every member of Trained in Black. It’s a miracle. I’ve always wanted to be a groupie.” A roguish smile tugs at his lips at my tease. “I really am excited to sit down with all of you and go over the expectations as the band's lawyer. If you didn’t have to leave, I would drop to my knees and take you into my mouth.”