My shirt goes first.
The bra? Yeah that doesn't last very long either.
Oh, and my shorts? Well, those went a while ago.
"I love how your wet, naked body feels against mine."
"Roman," I say just as he nips at my collarbone. "Roman, we need to talk."
"No, babe, this is what we need to be doing. More of this," he playfully replies, dragging his tongue along the underside of my throat and successfully makes me groan. "Lick now. Talk later.”
Every ounce of me submits, relaxing against his chest. He feels so good with his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close. Hard against soft. Steel against feathers. I shiver when he slowly lifts me up, causing my legs to automatically wrap around his waist. He looks at me with soulful eyes, effectively making my body weaken.
"Oh, shit," I whimper when he enters me.
"Come around my cock, baby. I want to feel you lose yourself around me."
I close my eyes and notice the whore’s back in action. Poor girl is in a puddle of goo, sprawled out, and tugging at her nipples.
I squeeze my legs around Roman’s waist as I feel his entire length press into me over and over again. I lose the fight and all control as my body begins to unravel around him.
"That's it, baby." He thrusts deeper. "Let that pussy come."
I do and it feels so damn good.
"Hey you guys!"
My head immediately snaps up when I hear a familiar voice call out to us from the lakeshore.
"Hey! You guys skinny dippin'?"
Oh, no! Oh, dear sweet baby Jesus, no! Please do not…
"C'mon, Jen, they’re dippin’!"
And that's when I see it. Another set of balls and Johnson swinging freely, nearly causing my eyeballs to bleed. What I wouldn’t give to have the last five seconds of my life back to make sure that I never, ever have to see that shit again, but that would be like beating air; useless. The deed is done. All that’s left now is Dirk’s twig and berries dangling in the wind as he flexes a few times, looks around for his audience and then proceed to do a sloppy cannonball into the lake.
"Damn it all to hell, this water’s colder than a buffalo’s biscuits in the dead of winter!” Dirk closes his eyes and slowly leans his head back. Dipping it in the water, one of his hands disappears beneath the surface. “This water sure feels good on my balls."
Holy crap. I know he’s not over there touching his wiener. The whore takes off sprinting in the opposite direction away from Dirk and his naked schlong just as his eyes roll toward the back of his head. Yep. He’s touching it.
I'm still clinging to Roman, and the fucked up part is that he's still inside of me, throbbing, as I stare wide-eyed at Dirk while he bobs and thrashes in the water.
"Ya guys sure had the right idea," he calls out, smiling like a loon as he wades around us. "How long ya two been out here? Hey, Roman, did ya hear? Chris got his pecker stuck in that jet hole thingamajig in his jacuzzi. Poor bastard. I bet that hurt like a son of a bitch when they finally pulled it out. I heard that thing looked like a goddamned eggplant, purple and swollen as all hell. On the upside, he might just be able to suck himself off."
"Dirk! For the love of God!" Roman barks out, stopping short as he clenches his jaw and continues to move uncomfortably inside of me.
I could beat the cock-blocking hillbilly with a shovel right about now.
"What's the matter, bud? Ya got a cramp or somthin'?" Apparently Dirk notices the awkward look on Roman’s face. “Here," he says, moving closer to us. "Let me help ya work that bastard out. A charley horse ain’t no joke, mi amigo. There’s this one time I gotta charley horse the size of Jen’s rear in my…"
"No! Jesus, no!" Roman has a twisted and pained expression across his face as he fires off at his friend, giving me an apologetic look. Slowly pulling out of me, I whimper at the loss just as Roman screws his eyes shut and tenses his jaw. "Dirk, can you please turn around so Gia can get out of the water?"
“Aww. What’s the matter, Clarabelle? Ya got that awkward swimmin’ thing goin’ on?” Dirk asks as he slides up next to me and reaches a hand out, presumably feeling for my arm under the water. “It’s alright. Here, climb up on my back and hold on. I’ll get ya outta here.”
I yelp out just as Dirk’s fingertip brushes the side of my breast. “For the love of everything that breathes, I can swim! I got it!”
I made quick work of swimming toward the lakeside when Dirk finally turns his body away from us. When I make it to the short dock, I try to figure out how in the hell I’m going to hoist myself up without being noticed. Just knowing that my vagina has probably consumed more fishy goodness than a fish cannery, my insides start churning when I near the shore.
Gripping onto the ladder, I spot the whore as she jumps back in the water, practicing her deep sea diving skills while she circles around Dirk and Roman, naked as a jaybird, wearing her bright pink goggles, snorkel, and fins. I notice her wag her eyebrows at me and click her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
I decide that it's now or never. Needless to say as soon as I get halfway out of the water, I feel a hand grip my arm. When my eyes snap up to find Jen staring back at me, it doesn't go unnoticed that she's wearing a knowing smirk.
"Need some help, Missy?" she asks as she stretches out her hand for me to take. “From the looks of things, I’d say it’s a tit bit nipply.”
I look down and snort. "Ya think?"
As soon as Jen pulls me out of the water, I spin wheels and run for safety. Standing behind a tree, a thought quickly hits me when Jen comes into view and panic sets in. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "My clothes." I point toward the water. "My clothes are floating in the lake."
Jen lets out a throaty chuckle. "Oh my damn. You sure are somethin’ else, girl."
With a little bit of coaxing on Jen’s part, I find myself riding bitch on the back of that dirty ass quad I loathe so much. I'm naked as a jay bird, boobs flapping around without a care, and my hair whipping wildly in the wind as Big Jen zips down the dirt road headed for her house.
Chapter 20
Holding Out for You
~Roman~
Dirk is a dick.
I think I must have apologized to Gia about a thousand times for the dick’s dick move yesterday at the lake. She said she wasn’t mad at me but Dirk is another story altogether. After he helped me fish her clothes out of the lake, I brought them back up to the house and threw them in the washer which was a bigger mistake because my washer decided to chew up her underwear. Apparently, my next mission is a shopping trip. By the time we finally hit the hay, we were both exhausted. So when I woke up this morning and checked on Gia, I decided to let her rest and took off to the stables.
"C'mon, Katie, git."
Katie has always been the one solid source in my life that has never let me down. The past couple of days have had me wondering if Gia could be that for me-my constant.
"That's it, girl. Run," I say as my beautiful mare begins to take off. "Yah, girl!"
When I first bought the ranch, I wasn't dead set on buying any animals. I really just wanted the place as a sanctuary from all the bullshit life had so quickly tossed in my lap. Never in a million years would I have ever thought by losing so much I would have gained even more than I already had. I'd never even been on a horse before buying Katie, but since having brought her home and learning was one of the best decisions I’ve made.
After a few laps around the arena, I realize Katie's had enough and decide to give the old girl a well-deserved break. Once we hit the stables, I’m quick to tend to her needs and get her set for the day. Seeing that she's settled and relaxed, I lock up the gate to her stall and head out to the water barrel just outside the barn door.
I take off my shirt and quickly dunk my head beneath the surface of the water in an attempt to cool myself off. As soon as I pop my head back out I hear twigs crackling behind me. With water dripping down my back and chest, I turn and see Gia standing
inches from me, her eyes trained on the water as it disappears beneath the waist of my jeans.
"You're awake."
"You're wet and shirtless."
"I am."
She’s cute when she just wakes up.
"I can see that."
"I was sweaty."
"Uh huh."
"How’re you feeling?" I ask, hoping that a good night’s rest put her in better spirits than the whole fucktastrophy from yesterday. “Any better?”
"A little."
"You hungry?"
"Uh huh."
There she goes again being all cute as hell.
"Tell me what you’re hungry for and I’ll go make it.”
"You."
Without thinking my legs move on their own accord. It only takes me four long strides to reach her. I watch her breathe deep as each breath comes out a little more ragged once I'm in standing in front of her. Her hair looks sexy in her signature messy bun. She looks like she's been rode hard and put away wet, and I quickly pull her into an empty stall and press her gently against the wall.
"Are you trying to kill me in this?" I ask through gritted teeth. "Or are you trying to give Dirk another show? ‘Cause I don't think Jen would appreciate that much."
I bring my hand down and finger the hem of thin, white t-shirt, trying hard not to rip the damn thing right off her body. I run my hand along her ass and realize that she only has a pair of lacy panties on, and when my eyes shoot up to meet hers they stop at her breasts.
Fuck me. She isn't even wearing a bra.
I run my free hand up her chest and quickly palm her left breast.
"Yeah. I think you are definitely trying to kill me."
I take my other hand and trail my fingers up the side of her head and wind them through her hair, tilting her head to give my mouth better access to the small sliver of skin right below her ear.
"Gorgeous." I work her neck with my lips and drag my tongue up toward her ear. “I could fucking taste you all day.”
"Roman." Gia’s soft whimpers go straight to my cock, and I want nothing more than to give her anything and everything she wants even if I have to crawl to the ends of the earth to get it.
"Say it, Gia. Tell me how to make you feel good."
She whimpers again, causing my cock to strain as I continue palming her breast and sucking on her neck. "Fuck me, Roman."
I do as she asks, skimming my fingers down the front of her t-shirt and pull it over her head. I’d do anything for this woman.
"You are so goddamned beautiful."
I lower my head and wrap my lips around her taught nipple.
"Oh, God!"
"I need you so fucking bad." I eagerly slide my fingertips down the waist of her panties and yank the delicate fabric down over her hips. Pressing my fingers inside of her pussy, I nearly blow it when I feel how wet she already is. I love the way her body reacts to me. "Damn, baby, you're so wet. Are you like this for me? Do I do this to you, Gia?"
"Please, Roman."
I turn us away from the wall and bring us both down onto a pile of fresh hay. She's beautiful, naked and spread wide open for me. I fall to my knees and place my hands on her thighs. She's everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I never knew I've always needed. I lean in and hover over her perfect body and place a kiss across her lips before sliding my cock deep inside of her. Before I can wrap my head around the need and want, I hear her murmur and, for a moment, I think I’m hearing things.
"I love you, Roman."
There have only been a handful of times that I’ve been at a loss for words and this one takes the cake. When I look into Gia’s eyes my head turns into a fucked up mess but that doesn’t keep my heart from speaking how I really feel.
“I love you too, baby”
I said it, and if I’m being honest, I love the way the words sound as they fall effortlessly from my lips.
I love you too.
With my head and my heart now on the same page, I slowly slide up the length of her body, both of us dripping with sweat. When our eyes meet, she literally takes my breath away.
I bring my face down to kiss her beautiful lips, I feel myself start to tear up.
"I love you."
Oh, God, I said it again.
I kiss her nose and another tear falls, landing on her shoulder.
"I love you."
I place my mouth on her neck.
"I love you."
I trail my lips across the shell of her ear and watch her body react.
"I love you, Gia Avery." I nip her earlobe and line myself up at her entrance. I'm eager. I need her now. When I slowly push into her, the next words come out of my mouth so naturally. "I want to give you a piece of me, Gia. I want to give it all to you. I want you to have my baby.”
Chapter 21
All Things Happen For A Reason
~Gia~
For the past four weeks, I’ve been reliving that day in the barn on a steady loop. Roman said he loved me and that he wanted me to have his baby. I wasn't expecting anything like that. I'd never been more scared, elated and treasured in one single, solitary instance like I’d been at that moment. The way Roman’s been treating me has been nothing short of amazing. Do I deserve it? Probably not. Am I going to make up for being a total shit? Yes, every damn day for the rest of my life.
"You're awake."
Just the sound of his voice sends shivers across my naked skin.
"Are you hungry?" He asks right before placing his lips on my collarbone. "I could get up and make some breakfast. What do you want to eat, baby?"
You, always you…
Since I've been here, my boss has been calling non-stop. I'm in such a state of limbo not knowing how I'm going to mesh my life back in city to this one here with Roman. I know he won't go back with me, and I know with absolute certainty that I need to figure things out.
"I could make pancakes or eggs.” I nod my head and he smiles. “Great. Pancakes and eggs it is.”
As soon as the word eggs slips through his lips, and that thought of the yellow, gooey yolk spilling out around the edges, making a pasty sludge across the plate, causes my stomach to lurch. I grab on to my belly and race to the bathroom thankful that Roman’s already left the bedroom.
Oh, God!
Hanging my head into the porcelain throne, my cell phone rings and I cringe when I look at the name on the caller ID. I answer it and immediately wish I hadn't.
"I don't know what's going on with you, but you really need to get your priorities in order, Gia. You're about ready to lose everything. Gia? Are you still there? I can hear you breathing."
I cover the receiver with my hand and go for round two.
"Gia, this isn't a joke! Your ass is on the brink!"
Of course my ass is on the brink-on the brink of losing my intestines.
"Okay. You know what? Don't answer me. I'll just find someone else to do your job. I know. How about Max? I bet he'd get it done."
I quickly push down the nausea when I hear the name Max.
"You can't have that dumb shit touch my column! Max Cavenaugh is a raging idiot. He knows nothing about what I do, and besides that, he’s a raging idiot," I hiss under my breath at my boss's reply. "He’ll ruin everything. Just send me what you have. I'll get on it.”
"I thought that would work,” my asshole boss replies. “However, it doesn't change the fact that you still need to get yourself in here at some point. I don't know what's going on with you, but you need to rectify this. I'll be emailing you soon."
With that, the call ends and I make my way back to the bed as Roman walks back through the bedroom door with a worried expression lacing his features.
"You okay, baby?"
I smile because that's all I can give him when I know that things are about to change. I have to go back to the city and I'm not sure how he's going to react or what that will mean for us. I roll onto my side and let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding when Roman follows s
uit lying beside me.
"It was my boss. Everything's fine, Roman. Promise."
I feel sick lying to him because everything isn’t fine. When he grabs my hand, bringing it up to his lips, and places a kiss inside my palm that one simple action sends a blaze all the way down to the tips of my toes. God, I do love him. Now how in the hell am I going to leave?
"Well," he says, stretching his entire body flush against mine, running his fingertips along my side, "I know what will make everything perfect."
Yes, Roman, I do too but right now there’s something else we need to do.
"Roman.” I look anywhere but into his eyes. What I’m about to tell him could quite possibly have a few different outcomes. I pull in another breath. “We need to talk."
The whore throws her arms in air and then flips me a double bird.
Fuck.
My stomach feels like it's going to explode. My nerves are frayed and really starting to mess with me.
"What's going on, baby?"
He's going to hate me. I know it. My palms feel sweaty and my chest aches, and I can't help feel sorry for the whore all curled up in a ball in the corner, sobbing like a baby.
"You're starting to scare me, Gia. What's wrong?"
I take a deep breath. I need to calm my nerves before I vomit again. I reach into my pocket and feel its contents. I take Roman’s hand.
I feel sick again.
Roman’s pulls his body back a fraction to give him better access to see me. I don't dare look up at his face. I don't want to see the plethora of emotions I know are about to come. He doesn't deserve any of what I’m about to shove at him.
"Um." Great. Now my words fail me, and I’m immediately consumed with an overwhelming amount of dread. "I got some news this morning. Well, actually, there’re few things that happened this morning."
I mentally face palm myself for not having the courage to just spill it.
"That call I got this morning? Well, it was my boss. I have to go back to the city."
"Wait. What? You're leaving?" He almost sounds like a small child who’s on the verge of losing his most favorite possession. "You…you can't. Why can't you work from here?"
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