Rome's Chance (Reapers MC #6.6)(42)

My hand reached his cock, and I gave it a squeeze. Rome swallowed and for the first time that night, I felt a sense of power. Control. Swinging one of my legs over his, I settled onto his lap, then leaned forward to give him a soft kiss. His arms came around my waist, strong and secure.

For long seconds, I savored the comfort of his mouth under mine. Then I pulled back, catching his gaze.

“You know what the weirdest thing is?” I asked, pressing my pelvis forward into his. I felt him stir between my legs, and then an answering sensation deep within my own body. “I still haven’t cried for my mom, Rome. So far, I’m mostly just scared and angry. I feel sad for my brothers and sister, of course. Telling them was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I felt like I was ripping their hearts out with my bare hands, and that hurt.”

I paused, closing my eyes and leaning my forehead against his. One of his hands started rubbing up and down my back, and I rolled my hips. His dick was getting harder, pushing up at me through the fabric of his jeans. It felt good. Reassuring. Everything else in my world might be falling apart, but at least this one thing was still working right.

“A couple of hours ago I kissed my mom’s dead body goodbye. Lexi cried, but not me. I held her hand, Rome. I felt her fingers getting cold. But I’m still not crying. That’s not normal. I think there might be something wrong with me.”

I ground myself into his center. He groaned, his other hand catching my ass, squeezing it tight. I thought he might be trying to stop me, but I was tired of his chivalrous bullshit. Less than twenty-four hours ago, he’d fucked me senseless in that barn. The whole world might’ve changed since then, but I was pretty sure one thing was still the same—Rome McGuire had the ability to take me away from reality, even if it was only for a few minutes.

“I need to stop thinking, because otherwise I’m going to go crazy,” I whispered. “And I need to sleep, but my brain is spinning way too hard. So if you really care about me, I’d like you to quit being such a good guy and let me borrow your penis for a few minutes, okay?”

Then I covered his mouth with mine again, taking what I needed. He opened for me, and I thrust my tongue deep.





Rome



Jesus Christ, but I was an asshole.

I wanted to do the right thing, but I had no fucking clue what the right thing was. What I did know was that Randi’s mouth sucked on mine like her life depended on it. Maybe it did. I remembered when my brother died, and how I’d needed to forget.

I’d smashed things, started fights. Fucked every girl I could find.

None of it solved anything. I’d wake up the next day and my brother would still be dead. But finding a way to forget—even for an hour—that’d made a big difference. Maybe I could give her that tonight.

I just hoped she wouldn’t hate me for it later.

Randi’s arms were wrapped tight around my neck. I caught her butt with both my hands, then stood up, thankful for all the hours I’d had to kill lifting weights at the station. Even so, carrying her into the bedroom was awkward.

Not because she was heavy—Randi was just a little thing, and I sorta liked hauling her around like this. But at that moment, my dick was so hard that it physically hurt, and she kept rubbing against it like a cat.

We reached the bed and I tried to lay her down, but she wouldn’t let me go.

Her legs held my waist tight, and her hips bucked up at me. The black dress she’d been wearing had ridden up high and then her hand was down between us, tugging at my fly.

She ripped it open and reached in, grabbing my cock. Shit. That was good—too good. This was supposed to be about her, not me, but all I could think about was getting into her body. So deeply fucked up and wrong. This wasn’t about me getting off, or at least it shouldn’t be.

But that sweet pussy of hers was right there, hot and wet and ready to go. I couldn’t think.

“Condom,” I managed to gasp, leaning toward the bedside table. I couldn’t quite reach, and it took another second to convince Randi to let me go. She kicked off her panties while I ripped the package open, then I was covering her again.

Her hand caught my dick, lining it up, and then I slammed home.

I could try to explain how right it felt, being inside her. How hot and tight she was, or the way her fingernails raked down my back like fire, but none of that compared to the look on her face. She’d thrown her head back, closing her eyes. Her hand came down between us, rubbing furiously at her clit as I pumped in and out of her body. I could tell she wasn’t going to last long. Probably a good thing, because I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d last, either.

“More,” she gasped, head rolling back and forth. Her tits kept trying to jump out the top of her dress as her pussy squeezed me hard. My balls tightened. Shit. I started counting backwards from a hundred in my head, determined not to blow my wad until she got what she needed.

Suddenly Randi stiffened, every muscle in her body clamping down at once. Her mouth fell open, and for the first time that night, the tension left her face.

Thank fuck for that.

I let myself go, managing to thrust into her three more times before I came. It was explosive. Almost painful in its intensity, and exactly what I’d needed. Tonight had been bad, and tomorrow wouldn’t be easy, either. But right here, right now, we could forget.