Roman: Book 2 (The Hunter Brothers Series)

by L. J. Dee

  “Jess said he left in the night without saying goodbye,” he frowned, pulling me tightly against him. ‘Thanks, Sis’ I thought, wondering how long she’d waited to spread the word of my humiliation. “She’s spitting feathers up there about him bringing guns to the estate when Dexter was here. I don’t think she’s realised yet that nobody controls what Roman does,” he laughed gently as I shook my head.

  “It hurts, Charlie. My attraction to your brother was purely physical and it’s not like I wanted anything more. He fulfils very few of the criteria on my list and he isn’t exactly a keeper. I doubt anyone could tame Roman and I didn’t want to try. I just thought what we had was worthy of a civilised goodbye,” I said as the tears threatened again.

  “If it makes you feel better, he always does that. If he tells anyone that he’s leaving, they inevitably ask where, and Roman hates being questioned. We don’t even really know what he does. I thought I’d warned you about that,” he said, creeping ever closer to an ‘I told you so’ as I looked away.

  “Why did you do it, Chas?” he asked eventually, turning my head and searching my eyes, looking almost as upset as I felt.

  “Some itches you’ve just got to scratch,” I smiled as he sighed deeply and I knew he wished I hadn’t. Apart from the awful conclusion, the rest of the weekend had been incredible, and sex with Roman had blown my mind. I wasn’t in a position to decide yet whether I regretted it or not. What good would it do anyway? I’d done it and that was that.

  “And, Charlie Hunter, I am not a skank,” I said, holding his gaze as shame blazed across his features.

  “Fuck, Chas, I don’t know what I can say apart from I’m sorry. Of course you’re not a skank. You’re incredible, beautiful, intelligent and classy and you make me laugh like no one else on this earth,” he smiled as the warm glow inside me erupted again. “Even if you were a skank it wouldn’t matter. I’d probably just wind up really liking skanks,” he laughed as I punched his arm.

  “You ever been blown off in a bathroom by a stranger?” I asked as his gaze hit the floor. His silence said it all. “Thought so. You’ve got double standards, Charlie. How come she’s a skank, but you’re not?” I said as he chuckled gently.

  “I don’t use the term usually. It’s actually what you call those women, Chas. I call them bloody good fun and for the record, they have my utmost respect,” he grinned as I shook my head.

  “Tell me their names, then, these bathroom lovers of yours,” I said as he smirked.

  “They’re all called ‘Doll’, there’s an occasional ‘Honey’ and the odd ‘Sugar’,” he laughed as I sighed deeply. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist. I’m fairly certain they can’t remember my name either. They’re just up for a good time.”

  The conversation was pissing me off so I opted for a change of subject. “How are things with Scarlett?” I asked as he bowed his head.

  “The sex is great. As for everything else, I’m not sure yet,” he said, turning to face me as I frowned at him.

  “Don’t you think, considering your history, that you should have thought about the rest of it before deciding with your dick?” I asked as he laughed gently.

  “Yeah, but some itches you’ve just got to scratch, baby” he grinned as I shook my head.

  “Maybe you should keep the number of those Barbie sisters on speed dial...just in case,” I laughed as he shook his head regretfully. It was a low blow and I needed to pull it back quickly.

  “Is the sex really that great?” It was out of my mouth before I’d put my brain into gear and I wasn’t sure I really wanted the answer to that question.

  “The sex is always great. There’s no such thing as bad sex, but it’s even better with someone you care about, and Scarlett has always been on a mission to please me in the bedroom. She just knows how to get me every time,” he shrugged. I knew someone like that.

  “I like her enough, but something’s changed in the last few weeks. I honestly don’t know if I can be truly happy with her again,” he said, looking deep into my eyes and I wasn’t sure why, but I felt like that had something to do with me. I needed to find out.

  “Why?” I asked as he held my gaze for a few seconds, before standing and taking my hand.

  “Come on, I’ve got something to show you,” he smiled as I stood. I knew then that I wasn’t getting answer to that particular question as he pulled me along the lawn at speed towards a giant oak tree on the third tier of the wonderful stepped gardens.

  “Is that a tree house?” I gasped, staring up into the branches as he laughed.

  “Yeah, after you,” he grinned, motioning for me to climb the giant ladder. “Am I going first so you can look up my skirt, by any chance?” I turned, narrowing my eyes as he stepped onto the first rung.

  “You got me,” he laughed as I tried to tuck my skirt between my legs which significantly impeded my climb.

  “Spoilsport,” he laughed as I hit the top, realising I was going to have to climb in and give him a full view of everything.

  “Shut your eyes, Hunter,” I said, turning to glare at him. He squeezed them shut and I knew they’d be open the minute I turned around, hoisting myself up into the giant tree house and it was impossible to do it in any ladylike way.

  “I fucking love red underwear,” he grinned, pulling in behind me as I swatted his arm, looking around at the space I could imagine was once heaven for four young boys. “This is where we used to hang out when we wanted a bit of space,” he smiled as I sat on one of the huge cushions littering the floor, checking out the posters that adorned the walls. Most of them were girly magazine pullouts, some were cars and others were guns and army paraphernalia that I guessed must be Romans.

  “What’s in here?” I asked, standing up and walking across the creaky floor, pulling open a large chest that was taking up an entire corner of the tree house as Charlie tried to stop me. “Oh Yeah,” I grinned, pulling out a magazine that must have been thirty years old or more.

  “Don’t look at me, Chas, they were Romans. He used to rent them out at school.”

  “They’re ancient. I’m surprised they haven’t fallen apart,” I smiled, flicking through the endless photographs of naked woman, realising this must have been the perfect wanking fodder for teenage lads and probably a nice little earner for Roman Hunter.

  “They won’t fall apart. You might find it’s more likely that the pages will be stuck together. They’re a piece of history. They spent two decades or more providing a necessary outlet at various boarding schools for boys,” he laughed as I pulled a face and swatted him again, this time with the magazine.

  “They were fans of the fuller bush back then, weren’t they?” I laughed as he shrugged nonchalantly.

  “I wouldn’t know. This is mine,” he said innocently, grabbing an issue of Racing Car Special as I rolled my eyes. Who did he think he was kidding?

  “Besides, Chas, pubic fashions change, just like facial hair. It’s not the hair on the lair, but the thrill of the snare,” he quipped as I stared across at him, slightly shocked before I burst out laughing.

  “So you like a bit of pubic topiary, Charlie Hunter?” I asked as he flashed his eyebrows at me.

  “Like most men, Chas, I’m not too choosy. It’s all part of the excitement. Bald, bushy, landing strip or love heart, it doesn’t really matter. It’s not like my dick will go floppy at the sight of a pubic hair. There’s a famous saying, babe – It’s what’s on the inside that matters.”

  “I’m pretty sure that wasn’t said in reference to pubic styling,” I scoffed as he laughed.

  “I think women get too hung up on it. I had one recently who’d been vajazzled. No doubt she thought it looked pretty, but as a guy, I’ve got to tell you, it’s just scratchy and distracting. There’s nothing like the smell of freshly aroused pussy that melts into a full bush, it’s intoxicating,” he said as I wondered how we’d ever got into this conversation.

  “Alright, alright,” I said, putting my hands up in
mock defence. “I know you look at me like one of the guys, Charlie, but there’s a line and you just crossed it,” I said as he winked.

  “I most certainly do not look at you like one of the guys, Chastity Evangelista, and you brought up the subject of the fuller bush, not me. I was just giving you my opinion,” he smiled as I rolled my eyes.

  We settled down on the cushions, reading through the magazines as Charlie turned to face me, suddenly looking quite serious. “I really am sorry, about Roman and about what I said. Are we mates again, babe?”

  “Of course we are, Charlie. I need you in my life.”

  “More than that arsehole of a brother I’ve got?” he winked as I laughed.

  “Much more,” I said as he settled back, reading his magazine with a contented smile on his handsome face. At least someone’s ego was satisfied.

  I flicked to the stories, devouring the smutty content and giggling intermittently as Charlie threw me a bemused glance. “What are you laughing at?”

  “I’m reading one of the stories and I have to say, I’m finding the whole thing pretty amusing,” I smiled as he flashed his eyebrows.

  “What’s it about?” he asked as I laughed.

  “It’s about a girl who has a problem with her tits. She can’t stop lactating, even though she isn’t pregnant. She’s house sitting for her neighbour who returns home early without his kids or his wife and he catches her expressing her milk,” I said, watching as he licked his lips.

  “Tell me more,” he smiled as I raised my eyebrows.

  “Seriously?” I laughed as he nodded, sporting a very peculiar look on his face. “Well of course she’s really embarrassed, but he tells her not to be, and that he can help her express the milk more quickly,” I said as he held my gaze. “He suckles it out of her and it starts to really turn her on,” I said, deciding that he’d heard enough. Charlie had other ideas.

  “Come on, Chas. I want to know what happens,” he smiled wickedly as I licked my lips, thinking if he wanted detail, he’d get it, adopting my most seductive voice as I regaled the rest of the tale.

  “He takes off her top for better access and she can feel him growing harder and harder as he sucks her tits in turn. She is soaking wet and wearing a really short skirt, desperate to feel him inside her. The fact that he’s older and married just makes it even more forbidden and exciting. She starts to hitch up her skirt and he’s groaning, wanting to fuck her, but determined not to. She tells him she’s sorry, but she just can’t help herself because he’s making her feel so good, and starts playing with her pussy. He’s growing really hard now, still drinking her milk, and begging her to stop before it’s too much for him. He’s fighting with himself and his conscience, but soon he can’t stop, taking out his cock and fucking her hard on the couch until he comes all over her. She’s covered in milk and spunk....”

  “Alright, you need to stop,” he said seriously as I stared at him hard, unable to stifle my giggles as I noticed the huge bulge in his jeans and I couldn’t resist teasing him further.

  “Does all that milk from her big titties turn you on?” I pouted as he frowned seriously.

  “Don’t, Chas, I’m about to blow my load in my fucking pants and I haven’t done that for fifteen years.”

  This was way too funny of an opportunity to pass up. “So you like the thought of forbidden sex and suckling milk from swollen breasts?” I smiled as he narrowed his eyes.

  “I’m warning you, Chas.”

  “I’d love to see you explain away a baby gravy stain on your jeans when you go back to the house. Or do you prefer to call it spunk, jizz, or semen, or perhaps just plain old cum,” I laughed and in an instant he was on top of me, pinning me down against the cushion, flashing his eyebrows mischievously.

  “I warned you,” he growled as I squealed, play fighting on the floor and trying to escape his grasp. I could feel the length of his erection digging into my thigh, laughing as I tried to evade his grip, but he was too strong, grinning as he held me in place.

  Suddenly his fingers dug into my ribs, tickling me mercilessly as I screamed, begging him to stop, his face bathed in victory. “Please, Charlie, I’m sorry, stop it,” I gasped, panting as my torture ended and we lay there face to face. Something shifted in the air between us as we caught our breaths, gazing into one another’s eyes and our lips only millimetres apart as I swallowed hard. Charlie was about to kiss me, and I wasn’t altogether sure I didn’t want him to as we continued to stare at each other in silence. As he edged even closer my heart was pounding.

  “Charlie, Chas, are you up there?” The voice of Lucas echoed through the tense silence, shattering the moment as Charlie rolled off me, blowing out a long slow breath and I did the same. A few more seconds and things could have changed irrevocably. I cast a quick glance across, knowing that had affected him just as much as it had me.

  “Yes, we’re up here,” I shouted back, walking to the entrance as Lucas smiled up at me.

  “Lunch is ready.”

  “We’ll be right down,” I said, as Lucas turned and made his way back up to the house. I glanced again at Charlie who was laid back on the cushion with his hands behind his head.

  “You’re gonna have to give me a minute here, babe,” he said as I smiled, my eyes roaming down to the giant bulge that was tenting unmistakeably behind the tight denim. I picked up the magazines and returned them to the trunk, taking a seat on the cushion next to him.

  “Our timing is lousy,” he muttered under his breath as I laughed softly. He was right about that, not that I was about to make a big deal of it. In light of everything else, I could do to avoid any further complications with the Hunter brothers. Once again I opted for a change of subject.

  “You Hunters have some sexual skeletons lurking in your closets, don’t you? There’s you with a lactation fetish, Roman who gets excited by borderline non-consensual buggery, and then Lucas who whips my little sister into oblivion in that bloody dungeon of his,” I laughed as Charlie sat up, gazing at me curiously as my hands shot to my mouth. Shit. I had put my foot in it now. I’d completely forgotten that Charlie didn’t know about Lucas and I’d promised to keep my fat trap shut.

  I seriously needed to do some back peddling here.

  “I was only joking about Lucas, but not about Roman,” I said as Charlie narrowed his eyes.

  “Nothing surprises me about Roman, he’s a fucking deviant, but you weren’t lying about Lucas, Chas. You’re a terrible liar for a start,” he said and I knew no matter how hard I tried to undig this verbal hole I’d landed myself in, that Charlie wouldn’t believe me. I’d need to plead for his silence instead.

  “Alright, I wasn’t lying, but you can’t say anything about Lucas. I promised I wouldn’t tell, and Lucas will despise me if he finds out. You know how he is. He’s managed to keep this a secret for years. He’s cagey about his private life and desperately didn’t want you to know. Please, Charlie, I’m begging you,” I pleaded, but he wasn’t wiping the smug grin from his face.

  “I wondered where he was getting it. Ever since he split with Roberta, I’ve never seen him take a woman home and believe me; he’s had plenty of offers. It all makes sense now. Jesus Christ, he’s a dark horse,” he grinned as my stomach sank.

  “Oh God, Charlie, please don’t say anything will you?” I asked as he slung his arm casually around my shoulder.

  “For you, Chas, no, but it will take an almighty effort and I will have to make you beholden to me for a while,” he smirked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, you owe me now, so if I ask you to do something, you do it. Okay?” he said as I nodded. I didn’t have a choice. The thought of Lucas Hunter baying for blood was a mildly terrifying prospect, especially after the whole gun incident. I felt sure he had an opinion on that he’d let me know about.

  “Fine, just don’t take the piss,” I huffed as he laughed. “Well you can start by following me down these steps. That way I can catch you if you fall,” he
smiled, climbing out of the tree house ahead of me.

  What he meant to say was, that way he could stare up my skirt again. Pervert! I was saying nothing. It was a small price to pay for Charlie Hunter’s silence.

  Chapter Fifteen

  We sat next to one another at lunch as Tyler walked in shirtless, opening the fridge and glugging the milk straight from the carton, largely ignoring the trickle that was oozing down his naked tanned abs. I couldn’t turn away. “Does that turn you on?” I whispered to Charlie, giggling as he glanced around before narrowing his eyes and staring at me hard.

  “Be careful, Chas,” he growled against my ear as I turned away from Tyler, deciding to behave myself, at least until I was certain he wouldn’t divulge my secret.

  “What have you two been up to while I’ve been cooking lunch?” Jess asked as I raised my eyebrows, slightly taken aback.

  “Never mind that, I thought you couldn’t cook, Sis. That’s why we survive on pasta bake,” I said as she turned to smile at Lucas.

  “He’s been teaching me,” she gushed proudly, dishing out what looked like chicken curry and I was more than a little impressed.

  “Wow,” I smiled as she took her seat and Lucas turned to Tyler.

  “Stop drinking milk from the carton, Ty. It’s gross. You’re not five years old, and while you’re at it, put some clothes on. No one wants to stare at your bare chest while they’re eating,” he scalded.

  “I do,” I muttered under my breath, but not as quietly as I’d hoped as Jess burst out laughing.

  “Slow down, Sis, your bed is barely cold from Roman. At least change the sheets before you start seducing Tyler,” she laughed as I stared at her in utter shock. What the fuck? I wasn’t sure if she was still being pissy because of the gun thing, or trying to make light of my little fling in an effort to make me feel better, but either way it wasn’t working.

  “I’m not going to seduce Tyler,” I gasped as he took the seat opposite.