"I've known him since he moved here. My family owns the land behind this one," he says, jutting his finger toward the trees behind Roman’s house and then reaches into his back pocket. Pulling out a round can, he begins to open it. "When he turned the ranch into a business, he asked me to help oversee things."
I really want to ask Caleb if he knows the story behind Roman’s ex but the thought quickly evades me when he dips his fingers into the can. Yanking out a large pinch full of dark, black disgusting shit, he swiftly sticks it in his mouth and behind his lip.
"Gross," I mutter because that is some sick, nasty ass shit.
"Ah, you get used to it," he says, smiling with a fat lump behind his lip.
I continue to follow him until we reach a large paneled area that I assume is the arena, and without warning, my ovaries feel like they just exploded, taking my uterus and fallopian tubes with them. The scene is beautiful and heartbreaking all at the same time, and I wish that I could enjoy the view just little longer but apparently Mother Nature is a cruel bitch with a warped sense of humor.
"Oh, damn, girl! You alright?" Caleb’s voice sounds muffled, shaky and a million miles away.
When I finally do get my bearings back in order, that incessant, full body blush starts to creep over my skin.
"Damn, that sucks, mama!" Another voice booms right above me. "Fuckin' aye. You're in there good and deep, ain't ya?" From the sound of the voice and the ever-present stink, I realize it's the horrid hillbilly, Dirk. “For the love of god, you’re gonna have a hell of time gettin’ outta that shit. As deep as you are we might need to get the backhoe over here to get your ass out.”
I try to brace my hands on the flat surface of the ground and ultimately lose the fight, and before I know it, I'm down again. Face and nose nearly touching a hot, steaming pile of cow shit.
"You two dumb shits gonna stare at her all day or help her up?"
Roman. Just the simple fact that he sees me in my current predicament causes the blush across my skin to intensify. When I open my eyes and raise my head, I'm met with his soft, apologetic expression which instantly causes my stomach to bottom out. If I never meet a pile of cow shit again, I’ll be grateful.
"C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up," he says as he leans in close to my ear, placing a hand on the small of my back. Hot tears form in the corners of my eyes. So embarrassing. I think Roman notices because in one swift move he's helping me to my feet. A shiver creeps up my spine from his gentle touch. As soon as he helps me to my feet, he points to Caleb and Dirk. "You two finish up with the horses will ya?"
"Sure thing," Caleb replies with a small smile playing on his lips.
"Ya got it, Rome," Dirk says as he winks at me. "See ya later, sweetheart!"
Five minutes and one long Walk of Shame later, I find myself standing in Roman’sguest bathroom, smelling like funky cow ass. As I sit on the edge of the tub and wait for him to bring me some clean clothes, I can't help but think of what I saw before I was knee deep in cow manure. I go over the scene in my head and remember the way my heart ached at the sight of Roman straddling that beautiful horse. But that wasn't what got me. He had a young child nestled in front of him, laughing and giggling as he trotted with her around the horse arena. It was Roman’s smile that did me in. Every time the little girl would giggle, his smile would widen. He looked so content. I want that. As I replay the entire clip in my head, I’m quickly pulled away from my thoughts when he knocks on the bathroom door.
"Come in," I say, taking a big whiff of myself, judging the stink.
When the door cracks open a fraction Roman slides his hand around it, dangling a piece of clothing. "Here you go."
"You can come in."
"All I could find is a pair of sweats and my old football jersey." I watch as the door opens further and see Roman’s bushy face pop around the frame. His cheeks lift slightly. "Hope that's all right."
I nod because anything’s better than staying in shit covered clothes.
"Everything you need is in the shower. Sorry. I don't have any girly products in there," he says. “But at the very least you’ll smell…better.”
"Thanks for this,” I reply, taking the clothes he offers me. “Anything will do right about now."
"I was gonna fix some lunch. You hungry?"
I nod and watch Roman eye me up and down. I feel the embarrassment kick back into gear. His eyes turn darker and a shudder rips through me.
"It really is good to see you again, Gia-really good."
Roman closes the door behind him and I'm left with the horrible task of ridding myself of cow poop and humiliation. It doesn't take me long to peel out of my crappy clothes, tossing them not so gingerly to the side. If I had it my way, I'd chuck the damn things in the trash can, but I don’t. Instead, I slip out of my bra and panties and switch the water on and wait for it to warm up, and as soon as I step in the shower, I quickly get to work washing my skin and hair.
As the warm water floods over my body my mind races back to Roman and my reason for coming here. But it isn’t the idea of having a child that’s currently got me all worked up. Closing my eyes, I run my hands through my wet hair as the water races down my back. I can see his eyes. They're dark and hungry as his gaze penetrates my skin. I ache. Fuck, how I ache. I run my hand over my right breast, grazing the tip of my finger over my nipple. As my fingers continue to roam down my chest, slipping across the flat surface of my belly, the need is strong. I want more. I need more. It's been too damn long since I’ve been touched.
Fuck I need to get laid.
A small moan escapes my lips as my fingers dance over my aching pussy. It's nearly bare. There's nothing in the way as I brace my left hand on the wall and allow my right hand to continue its decent, throwing my head back once I slip two fingers inside. It feels so fucking good. I moan again. I need so much more. My thoughts drift to Roman’s arms, thick and strong and then to his hands and their firm grip. I push my fingers deeper.
"Oh, fuck.”
I pump my fingers a few times, feeling that all too knowing coil tighten in my belly.
"Shit," I mutter. I'm not there yet. So close but no dice. My fingers find my clit and I start to rub until I’m teetering. I can feel it. I’m on the ledge. So close. Just. A. Little. More.
"Oh, fuck!”
Chapter 6
Bag Anyone?
-Roman-
When I saw her, I had no idea who she was. She's not the same plain Jane I remember when we were kids. I mean, Gia’s always been pretty, but she looked nothing like she does now. Truth be told, I'd always had a crush on her, although she never knew it. When I'd finally realized it was her standing beside Sadie’s car, all of those old feelings of a boyhood crush came flooding back.
Standing in front of my bathroom door, listening to the water running in my shower, I listen intently to the sound of the water when the realization hits me. Holy shit, is she? I press my ear up to the door, trying to hear the sound again.
"Oh, fuck."
Shit, there it is again.
Gia. Is. Masturbating. In. My. Shower.
I feel my cock press against the fly of my jeans. Fuck my life. I grip myself, trying unsuccessfully to ease the strain.
"Shit.”
There she goes again!
Sweat starts to form above my top lip. I run my hand over the bulge in my pants, adjusting myself the best that I can without busting a premature nut. I’d give my left nut to whip the fucker out and give it a good once over but I won’t. Gia is here. She’s in my bathroom. She’s in my shower. She’s naked. She’s masturbating, and there’s no way in hell that I’d be able to keep quiet and listen to her at the same time. Besides, if she hears me it might just freak her the fuck out. So I’ll just listen and put that shit in the spank bank for later.
"Oh yes, Roman! Right there! Fuck me right there!"
Fuck my fucking life. Did she just say my name?
I take a deep breath. In. Out. In. Out. Yeah, like that fu
cking works. I still cannot believe that Gia Fucking Avery is getting herself off in my shower.
Okay, now I can admit when I'm a complete tool and earlier today, I was a complete goddamned tool when I didn't realize who she was. It's been entirely too long since I’ve laid eyes on her. Now she's here, looking mighty damn fine, and she’s currently in my shower flicking her fucking pussy pearl like it's going out of style.
Fuck, now I wanna buy some fucking pearls.
I brace myself and take a few deep breaths. I remember why I'm standing at the door in the first place. The bag. I look down at the plastic bag I have in my hand. I grabbed it for Gia’s shit covered clothes and forgot to give it to her. Complete tool. I run a hand through my hair and try to reign in that fuckin’ party in the crotch of my jeans.
Calm the fuck down, Junior. She ain't here for you.
Still leaning against the door, going over the events of the day, I don't see it coming. I don't hear anything. Like I said, a complete tool.
"Unf!"
"Um…Roman?”
I look up at Gia from my place on the bathroom floor where I just so happened to land when the door suddenly opened. I close my eyes, hoping like hell my cock is behaving, and lift the plastic bag in the air and smile.
"Bag anyone?"
Chapter 7
Oh, Clarabelle!
-Gia-
"Bag anyone?"
Standing in the doorway, I stare at Roman stretched out on the bathroom floor dressed in his sweatpants and high school jersey. No, I didn't sniff them before I put them on. Okay, maybe just a little. Needless to say, they smell like dust and age. Kind of like the way Grandma Avery used to. Probably been packed up for the last several years. But none of that pulls me away from the situation in front of me.
"How long?" I ask, swallowing hard. "How long have you been out here?"
The look on Roman’s face is nearly comical as his eyes go wide and the sweat above his brows starts to pebble.
"Not long," he replies in a voice that's an octave higher than his usual tone. "I just thought you might need a bag for your underwear. I mean, I thought you might need a bag for your clothes and stuff. You know. A bag…for your stuff."
I wrap my arms around myself, feeling extremely overexposed, although I'm completely covered.
You came here for his funky spunk, stupid and now you feel exposed?
"Thanks," I mutter, sticking my hand out. "Need help?"
As soon as our hands connect my heart speeds up. That feeling is still there. The searing ache between my legs pulsates. My inner whore wiggles her ass and smiles gleefully. It doesn't help my current predicament, seeing as though Roman doesn't know why I really showed up here.
Fuck my life.
I tug on his arm, giving him a quick pull until he's up on his feet. Our faces are inches apart. I can feel his breath on my face. It's minty and doesn’t smell like liquor anymore.
"Thanks for the shower," I say, giving him a small smile. "It feels great not smelling like a cow's butthole."
Roman leans in and takes a whiff. "Yeah, you smell pretty good now," he replies, quirking a small grin. It doesn't escape me that he just licked his bottom lip. He needs to shave that damn mongrel off of his face. "Hungry?" he asks, nodding toward the kitchen.
"I could eat.”
Roman motions for me to exit the small space. “After you."
He's dangerously close as I walk past him. God, if you can hear me, I'll never ask you for anything else. Just please make him forget what he thinks he might’ve heard back there.
"Ham or turkey?"
Oh, I'm not in the mood for ham or turkey. A protein shake would be nice though. Please and thank you.
"Ham, please."
"Mustard or mayo?"
Oh, mayo you say? The white creamy stuff? The baby batter? Yes, Roman, please give me your creamy goodness.
"Mayo."
I sit patiently as he makes us lunch and I try to figure out my next move. Actually, I'm trying to figure out why this guy doesn't have a phone. I should've asked Caleb if he had one. I wonder when that Marley chick will be here. Maybe she'll have a phone, or possibly drive me to town. I look out the window and watch the sun start to slowly disappear behind the back of the house. Great. When I hear the sound of clanking silverware, I look up and see Roman’s tongue poking out as he starts to sink his teeth into his sandwich.
That tongue, though.
"Here," he says with a mouthful of turkey as he slides my plate across the kitchen island.
I eye the cold cut goodness and reach down to pick it up. As it touches my lips, I nearly choke at his question.
"So, Gia, why’d you come here?"
With mayo on my lips, horror in my eyes and a lump the size of a softball in my throat, I swallow hard. This is it. It’s now or never. I need to tell him. It’s simple and easy. He will either go for it or throw my ass out but, one way or another, I’ve got to find my steel balls and just go for it.
"Well. Here's the thing."
"Yo, Rome! Where ya at, numb nuts?"
Great, here comes the dirty hillbilly.
"In here, Dirk." Roman shakes his head. "Sorry. Manners aren’t his strong suit."
I look up at Roman and smile flatly.
"Hey, Rome, we're…" Dirk starts to say as his rounds the corner and quirks an eyebrow in my direction. "Hey, Clarabelle! Get all that cow shit washed off ya? Mama, you were damn near swimmin’ in that stuff. I’d be surprised if ya got it cleared outta your hair."
I immediately cringe. Not because of the mention of cow shit, but because Dirk smells like ass and pits.
"Leave her alone, D.," Roman warns.
"Ah, it's alright, Clarabelle," Dirk reassures, throwing an arm over my shoulders just before he pinches my cheek. "We all stink like shit at some point or another ‘round here."
I must be turning green because the look on Roman’s face is confirmation that he smells his funky friend too.
"D., can you get your stinky pit off Gia’s shoulder before she passes the hell out?"
The dirty hillbilly looks at me and smiles, slipping his arm from my shoulders. He tilts his head, buries his nose in his armpit and takes a big whiff.
"Now that's what you call hard work and all man, Clarabelle."
My stomach turns, flips and flops. I’m not sure how Jen puts up with this dingledork but his lack of hygiene is messing with my urge to upchuck all over him.
"So, what brings you by, D.?" Roman asks, passing his grungy friend a beer. "Everything done out there?"
"You know it, Rome. The farrier just left and the rest of the guys split for the day."
"You on your way home?" Roman asks, taking a long pull from the neck of his beer bottle, and I watch intently as the tip of his tongue gently slides over the opening.
I take a deep breath because that shit just made my inner whore whimper.
"Yep. Just wanted to let ya know that we're gonna ‘cue it up later if ya wanna stop by."
Okay. I know that I’m an educated woman. At least that's what my degree says. But seriously, I must be a fucking moron because I do not understand Billy Bob over here and his damn Hickphonics.
"Oh, and you're welcome to come too, Clarabelle. Bring that skinny little self of yours and let Jen plump ya up some," Dirk says, eyeing me up and down. A serious look planted firmly on his face. "Ya look like you could use some fat ass ribs and some bacon salad."
"Dirk," Roman mutters, shaking his head.
"Ah, sugar britches over here knows exactly what I'm talkin' bout. Don't ya, Clarabelle?"
Someone shoot me. Just shoot me now.
"So, ya gonna swing by, Rome, and bring this lovely lady with ya?" Dirk asks, sucking the remnants of his lunch through his teeth.
"We’ll see, D."
Dirk looks between Roman and me when his eyes widen.
"Ah, gotcha. I'll just show my ass to the door then," he says, looking over at me. "C'mon, Clarabelle. Come get ya some meat later.
I’m sure Jen would like the company.”
I eye Dirk as he walks out of the kitchen, scratching his dirty ass. Did I mention that he picked it too? Yeah. That just happened right before he shoved his finger in his ear and shook it around.
"So," Roman says, bringing my attention back to him as that awful quad speeds away. “What do you say?"
I think about the question and the invitation. I’m still kind of hungry even after that sandwich and could probably put away a little something more just as long as I don’t get salmonella or something equally vomit inducing.
"I don’t have anywhere else to go."
"Well, then make yourself at home. I’m gonna go shower."
Thirty minutes pass, thirty long minutes, and Roman still hasn’t come down. What normal man takes that long to clean himself? Oh, that's right. Roman Blake isn't normal. He's got about fifty pounds of hair attached to his body that needs sifting through to make sure that there aren’t any rodents parading through it. That's just all kinds of wrong. How did he go from being mondo delicious to the Groucho the Grunge Master? He seriously needs a weed whacker.
I let out a heavy sigh and head to the living room, finding the nearest couch to plop down on. I wonder when Roman’s housekeeper is coming over. I need to find out if she has a cell phone because the first thing I'm going to do is call Sadie and rip her a new one. And then again, I could always call Rachel, but that means Abel will come with her, and I seriously don't want to be around when they make googly eyes at each other the entire car ride home. Maybe Darla can come pick me up. Scratch that. She's probably off somewhere sucking her boss off at some sleazy motel. There's always the bus, but that means dealing with weirdoes the entire trip. I guess it wouldn't be any different from dealing with Dirk. Good grief. Why did I agree to go with Roman to this backwoods shindig? I must be a glutton for punishment as if I haven't had enough of that today. This evening can't possibly go well. I sure hope Marley…
"Ready, Gia?"
Oh, sweet goodness. I think my vagina just went into cardiac arrest. Scratch that. I’m pretty sure my inner whore just stroked the fuck out.
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