Dirk looks between Gia and me and his eyes go wide. He crooks his finger, motioning for me to step aside. I reluctantly release her hand and step aside with my nerves fraying like a motherfucker.
"What?"
"So, why ya leavin'?" He asks as his brows shoot up and down. "Got a hot date with Clarabelle?"
"She’s tired. We need to go."
"So, ya gonna dip the sausage? Glaze the taco? Pound the punani pavement? Give her the ol’ the beefy bone? Hide the salami? Storm the cotton gin?"
"Enough,” I snap under my breath, hoping like hell Gia didn't hear him. "And if I was gonna glaze the taco; it's none of your damn business."
"C'mon, Rome, you can tell me," he urges with a nudge of his elbow.
If Dirk wasn't my friend, I would seriously pound him into the pavement.
"There's nothing to tell. I have to go." I only move an inch before he pulls me by my shirt. "For fuck’s sake, dude. You better have a damn good reason for cock-blocking my ass.”
"Here, take this," he says, digging into his back pocket.
I eyeball the foiled package as he slips it in my palm. There isn’t one explanation on earth why Dirk should have a condom in his pocket, considering he and Jen have been trying to have a baby for the last several months. As I continue to twist the package between my fingers an idea hits me.
"What's with the condom, man? Are you cheating on Jen? Because if you are cheating on that woman you know that I’m going have to beat your fuckin’ ass right?”
"No, no. Ya got it all damn wrong.” Dirk shakes his head. “Ya see it’s like this. Sometimes Jen likes it when I sheath the dragon, like if we were still datin' or somthin'. I got a whole damn box of these suckers. Bought the damn drug store outta them rubbery little pecker tents."
"Okay," I drag out because that just doesn't make any kind of sense to me whatsoever. I swipe the rubber from between Dirk’s fingers and stealthily shove it in my back pocket as I slap him on the shoulder. "Alright, man. See ya later."
I walk over to Gia and slip my hand inside hers. She smiles up at me with lazy eyes and once again I am in awe of her. But before we’re able to make it out of the back gate, Dirk decides to toss in his last two cents.
"Sheath the dragon, Rome! Sheath the goddamn dragon! Cover that sumbitch and wrap him tight!"
I roll my eyes at his remark, toss my arm over Gia’s shoulders and pull her close to my side. "C'mon, baby girl, let's go home."
As I move us through the dark with only the moonlight as a guide, a million and one thoughts race through my head. What the fuck am I going to do if Gia has second thoughts? What if we do go through with this and she regrets it in the morning? Or, what if it’s that good that I can’t stand to be away from her when she leaves? Either way, I’m pretty sure that I’m fucked because after just the few hours I’ve had the woman back in my life I’m finding the idea of her leaving a very hard pill to swallow.
As we finally reach the bottom of the stairs behind my house, a need descends over me like a massive rippling wave, gearing straight for its intended target. My cock. I’m finding it hard control the current that has built up between the two of us, and my only thoughts are on getting her naked. The effects of the liquor have my head in the clouds, and I’m quickly pulled out of my mental bullshit when Gia’s hands move to my hair, pulling my face down close to hers. The kiss is rushed and goes straight to my cock.
"You are so goddamn beautiful.”
When I walk her backwards her ass bumps against the patio table. I slap my hands on the glass table top, one on either side of her body, encasing her, as she becomes entrapped by my arms. My blood starts to sear through my veins. Hard isn't even the proper word for what I’ve got knocking at the fly of my jeans, and every time I press against her, the proverbial steel behind the denim surges forward.
Fuck. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take as she looks up at me. She’s so fucking perfect. Her hazel eyes gaze up at me with such fierce intensity. She licks her lips as my eyes roam over her face.
"Kiss me, Roman," she says, spreading her legs even wider.
I lean forward and realize how ridiculously gorgeous this woman is. Every last bit of me screams to be deep inside of her until she begs me to stop.
"Kiss me," she says again, her words passing her beautiful, pink lips in almost a plea.
That’s it. I can’t take it anymore. The wait is too much. The push and pull is fucking with me. I have to have her.
My lips crash against hers. It’s urgent, forceful, and she kisses me back with the same amount of urgency and passion. Her hands move to my neck, pulling me in closer as she gives me everything she has in that one kiss, and my body ignites with an intensity I’m sure will be my undoing.
"Let's get these off," I say as I pop the button of Gia’s jeans and quickly start to pull them down her legs.
Her breathing is labored but, fuck, so is mine.
"Now these," I tell her, hooking my fingers at the waist of her panties. As I slide them off she starts to sway a bit from the effects of the alcohol. "Goddamn you are one fine woman," I mutter, wanting nothing more than to bend her over the table and fuck her right here but one word, one question, stops me dead in my tracks.
"Condom?"
Seeing Gia naked from the waist down, spread out is nothing short of perfection, and it doesn't help that my cock is rigid as fuck. The look on her face is difficult not to notice. She’s all kinds of sexy. I watch as her eyes flicker lazily down my body, and that's when I realize how much of a tool I really am. I'm still dressed and holding Dirk’s condom in mid-air. Wonderful. I look away from my crotch and whip my gaze back at up to Gia and that's when I hear it.
Snoring. It’s deep, almost a growl. While I was busy retrieving the condom and assessing my fully clothed ass, I hadn’t realized that she had leaned back and stretched out on the table. In with a breath and out with a rippling snore. I tap her thigh. Nothing. I tap again. Nothing. I give her a little pinch on her hip. Absolutely nothing. I lightly slap her ass hoping that would make her budge but all that does is make my dick harder than it already is. Fuck me. I run my hand through my hair and decide to accept the reality that is my life at this very moment and crouch down to pick up her clothes and haul her butt to bed, and as soon as I stand back up I wish I hadn't.
Bent at the knees and vulnerable as hell, I watch Gia’s snoring form as she turns her body to the side in the fetal position and lets out the most daintiest of farts. It sounds like her butt cheeks are almost glued shut as the gassy air blows downwind, stopping once and then squeaking at the end for dramatic effect. It wouldn't have been so bad if my face wasn't right in the line of fire.
Fuck. My. Life.
Chapter 10
Shit Happens When You Party Naked
-Gia-
I'm dead. I've got to be fucking dead. At least that would explain the pounding currently turning my head into a pile of mush. Or, maybe I'm in Hell. I crack one eye open and look for Beelzebub. I close my eyes because the pitchfork wielding masochist is nowhere in sight.
And then I hear it.
The grinding sound of a lawnmower is not exactly what one wants to wake up to first thing in the morning especially with the mother of all hangovers. I wince as I try to move around with my bones and muscles having other ideas to get back at me. Everything’s stiff. I feel like I've been run over and tossed out of a speeding car. I rub my legs together and panic rears its head when I feel a slight draft when the blankets move.
"What the fuck?" I mutter, looking at myself from the waist down. Wearing only a pair of panties and my bra, my heart starts to beat like I’ve got a stampede of wild horses racing through my chest, and before I can wrap my head around why I am half naked, it dawns on me that I'm in Roman’s house. Fuck that. I’m in Roman’s bed. Half. Fucking. Naked. In. Roman’s. Bed. I lift the blankets again. "Yep."
I peer over the side of the bed. Nope, no clothes there. Noticing that the bedroom door is open
, I slowly grasp at the blankets as I ease off of the soft mattress and try as hard as I can not to let them slip from any part of my naked self before I can wrap them tightly around me. But because I'm such a damn klutz, my foot gets stuck in the sheet and I begin my decent to my death. Okay. So maybe I’m exaggerating, considering it’s a two-foot drop to the floor. Nevertheless, I’m almost nude and face down on Roman’s bedroom floor.
"Shit," I mutter out, rubbing the spot on my head that just so happened to hit the dresser.
"Nice underwear."
I close my eyes embarrassed and wishing like hell I would’ve knocked myself out during the brief fall because my partially bare ass is proudly sticking up in the air while Roman stands hovering over me.
“Looking for these?" he asks.
I quickly recover, wrapping myself in the traitorous sheet that had failed me just seconds ago. When I finally turn, I see Roman’s million dollar smile spread across his mouth.
"What happened last night?"
Roman’s smug ass shrugs as if he has no idea what I’m talking about.
"Roman, why am I half naked?"
He smiles again.
"Roman! What the hell happened last night?" My voice raises a few notches as I try to follow quickly behind him down the stairs without plummeting to my death in the process.
"What do you think happened last night?"
Son of a bitch.
"Did you and I?" I ask, pointing a finger between the two of us. “Like, did we? You know? Do it?”
Now let me make one thing clear. I am absolutely aware of the reason why I came here in the first place. So if Roman tells me that we did in fact screw like two horndogs, then so be it. I was a little drunk. He was a little drunk. Shit happens when you party naked. I get that. However, if something did happen between us last night, the one thing that will piss me off is the fact that I wasn’t present for the wiener fest.
“Well?”
I watch as he places his Stetson on his head, looking fully ready to get his day started when I realize that I’ve had just about enough of his vague bullshit. I pop up in front of him, wedging myself between him and the front door.
“You’re being a complete asshole.”
"Last I checked being an asshole isn’t illegal. Now if you don't mind," he says, sliding his way past me. “I’ve got shit to tend to.”
I huff out my irritation and cross my arms in front of my chest. "Well, what the hell am I supposed to do here all by myself? You don't even have a phone!"
Roman doesn’t respond. Instead, he continues moving around the room as if I’m not even here. Well, we’ll just see about that.
"Roman?"
"What?" Spinning on his heel, a tight grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "What can I do for you, Gia? Is there something you need? Something I can procure for you? Maybe a big ass bottle of Beano?"
“What did you just say?” I ask as that last part of his tirade comes out in more of a mutter.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
As soon as he turns around my stomach tightens, flips and flops when I watch as his eyes roam up and down my body.
God, he's gorgeous. Even if he is acting like a pompous ass right now, he still looks delicious. But deliciousness aside, what does he expect me to do here all by myself while he’s out working? Before I can even speak another word, Roman smiles that panty-dropping grin.
"Ever been on a horse?"
Is he serious?
Truth be told, I have never planted my ass on the back of any four-legged animal-and I’m not about to start up something that might lead to my premature death, but that doesn’t stop me from following him outside. When we reach Roman’s horse the next words out of his mouth have me thinking up a thousand different scenarios that do not include a big hairy animal.
“Don’t you think you should put some clothes on? Or you could just pull a Godiva and ride the horse in the buff. As far as I’m concerned, I like the latter.”
“Ha. Ha. You’re a funny dude,” I say before hauling ass back into the house and up the stairs. When I finally spot the rest of the clothes I was wearing last night folded up on a chair, I make quick work to toss those puppies back on. I momentarily smile at the thought of Roman taking the time to fold each piece for me. “He’s still an asshole.”
Two point two seconds later I’m hauling ass back down the stairs and out of the house. When I reach Roman, he points to his horse.
"Straddle it, Gia."
I'm going die.
"I am not going to get on that thing. What if it throws me off? I’ll just catch up with you. Where are you going, anyway?"
I watch Roman shake his head, and I truly don't care how much of an idiot I sound. I am not straddling that thing.
I motion to the horse. "This large, hairy creature could kill me, Roman. It could squish me like a bug and there is nothing…"
Without warning, Roman nearly knocks the wind out of me when he grabs me by the waist and tosses me on top of the animal. My ass lands perfectly in place, and I find myself hyperventilating like a mofo.
"Are you fucking insane?" I yelp, squeezing the hell out of the horse's mane, positively sure my ass cheeks are glue together from clenching so hard. "You could've launched me over the side!"
The animal makes a sputtering noise as Roman begins to chuckle.
"You've lost your damn mind," I ground out, hugging the horse as if it’s a lifeline. As quickly as I was tossed up, Roman mounts the horse right behind me. I whip my head around and see that goofy grin playing on his lips. When the horse begins to move around and I feel my heart start to stammer, I swear to all the baby cherubs I think I might’ve just shat myself.
As I keep my fingers laced through the animal's mane, Roman slowly runs his hands down my arms and unravels my fingers. Settling his palms over my shaky hands, he takes them into his grip, leans in close to my ear and softly says, "Trust me, Gia. I would never let you fall." And with one last squeeze of my hands, Roman whispers in my ear, "Let me take you for a ride."
Straddle.
Ride.
I am so screwed.
"Gia?" Roman calls out behind me, pulling me back from my mental malfunction. I feel him scoot closer. God, he smells amazing. I whip my head to the side and pull in a tentative whiff. "Thought I lost you there for a minute.”
I close my eyes and take him in. His touch, his breath, everything.
“Do you trust me?”
The sound of his voice tickles up my spine as his warm breath bites at my neck. Goosebumps prickle across my skin, and the only thing that would make this situation ten times better is Roman’s mouth on me. I immediately reign in the thought. We’re on a horse. A lot of things could definitely go wrong so I decide to lean back into Roman’s chest, take a deep breath and enjoy the ride.
As we move along the lakeside, finally stopping at a small clearing, Roman’s hands grip my waist and he presses his fingers into my hips, leaning in close to my ear.
"You ready to get off?"
I smile because even though his question is presumably innocent, my mind clearly has the ability to take something rated G and turn into a bow-chica-wow-wow moment. But I don’t elaborate on the ramblings of my filthy mind and let him help me off the horse.
"So, how long have you lived here?" I ask, making sure that I sit a safe distance from him because, really, I don't think my body will be able to behave much longer being so close to him.
"A few years."
"What about you," he asks, picking at the blades of grass beside him. "What has Gia Avery been up to all these years?"
I watch Roman’s detached expression as he looks past the lake.
"Nothing really to tell.”
Cocking his head to the side, Roman eyes me skeptically. He doesn't believe me and that doesn’t surprise me. My answer is flat and non-convincing.
"Well, as I remember you were really smart in school. Book nerdy smart. You must've landed yourself a pretty stable job."
Stable? Yeah, if you call answering emails from women who have more issues than an overused tampon a pretty stable job.
"It's alright. Pays the bills, I guess."
A chuckle rolls from Roman’s lips as he shakes his head.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just thinking." A grin plays on his mouth, and his next words catch me off guard. "Do you realize that you were the first girl I ever had a crush on?"
"You're lying. You always had your eye on the popular girls."
Never, and I mean never, in a million years would I have assumed that Roman Blake, All-American boy and quarterback of the football team, had a crush on me. Ever. That being said, he never showed any kind of interest in me other than being his cousin’s best friend. Oh, and when he needed help with his calculus homework.
"You're right. I did. But that never changed how I felt about you. How I saw you."
An enveloping silence wraps around us as I let the information sink in. How did I not know? I chance a look at him. He looks so young in this moment. Almost the way he did when we were kids.
"So," I say, clearing my throat. "You wanna tell me why I woke up this morning half naked and in your bed?"
The moment the question leaves my mouth I’m stunned stupid. My body stills as Roman leans into me, his eyes trailing over my face, as he slowly runs his tongue across his bottom lip. He’s so close. So, so close, and I can feel his breath on my cheek. Then he speaks in that voice that makes me close the gap between my thighs and beg for any kind of friction to ease the raging lady boner partying in my pants.
“Gia, it's kind of hard to describe what happened with words but if you want I could show you."
I swallow hard, closing my eyes and speak just under a whisper. "Then show me."
This is it. It’s going to happen. We’re going to create life under a tree near the lakeside. It’s gorgeous here and the perfect setting to create a mini human. I’m ready for whatever this man has in store for me, and if we had a little drunken foreplay last night, I’m good with that too. We were both a bit sloshed so I can look past not remembering shit. I came here for a reason and now he’s about to deliver the love juice.
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