LOL: Laugh Out Loud (After Oscar, #2)(92)
“I can’t wait till I get this hair back. You look weird without it,” I admitted, letting his stunning body distract me.
Roman ran sneaky fingers up the inside of my shorts and discovered my lack of underwear.
“Mmm, naughty boy,” he teased, leaning in to nip at my earlobe. “Lose the clothes.”
We made out like teenagers on the bench of the carriage Roman had managed to procure from my old boss and have transported to our new farm. Apparently the asshole had agreed to let us have it in exchange for me coming back to do a few “celebrity” carriage rides at the park during the holidays. This was after he’d repeatedly begged me to come back to work as his driver and Roman had nearly lost his shit at the guy, accusing him of wanting to use me for my status as Roman Burke’s other half.
Without taking my lips from Roman’s skin, I wriggled out of my clothes and began pulling him toward the edge of the bench so we could move this lovefest down into the cool water. Understandably, I got distracted by his hands on my ass and lost track of time again until he finally pulled back with a grunt and said, “What’s that?”
I swiveled my head and saw the piece of outdoor furniture Kip had helped me install the day before. We’d had to use the farm utility vehicle to haul it out here, so I’d been grateful once again for Kip’s experience on his parents’ farm growing up. There was still so much I had to learn about managing a large property like this, but I loved every minute of it. I was pretty sure Roman was getting as much joy out of it as I was. Despite the intermittent travel of his film schedule last month, when Roman was home, he always insisted on being the one to mow the lawn on the big fancy riding mower.
“That’s a surprise for you,” I said, nudging him down so I could show it to him. “Remember when we were looking at properties and you fell in love with this spot?”
“Of course I do. All I could think about was skinny-dipping with you on hot days after your riding lessons were done.”
“Well, there’s a woman in town who does woodworking, and I hired her to make this. Come see.”
I led him to the large granite slab–topped bench with a carved wooden storage cubby below. I crouched down and showed him how to open the hidden compartment.
Roman knelt in the dirt next to me. “Is that lube?”
“Towels, suits, lube, baby wipes, bottled water, first aid kit, and even a flashlight if we lose track of time,” I explained. “Everything I could think of to ensure our ability to have spontaneous rendezvous out here whenever we wanted to.”
Roman leaned in and ran his finger over the carved inscription on the wooden panel.
Life is a joyful adventure, and we will live it like no one is watching.
It was a motto we’d decided on after the incident in Vermont. We’d spent hours talking about how we wanted to handle the media’s intrusion into our lives. I’d explained to Roman that it wasn’t fair to allow a fear of stupid headlines to imprison him in his own home. Moreover, it wasn’t the way I was ever going to live my own life. I was a people person, and I wanted to live out loud no matter who saw and judged me.
We’d discussed worst-case scenarios in which Roman ultimately came to the conclusion that he had enough money to live on for the rest of his life, even if he never got another role in another movie. So what was he so afraid of?
Coming to that realization was like allowing the sun to shine unimpeded on his life. Roman’s shoulders didn’t seem to carry the same burdens as before, and he was less likely to let directors and producers control his media contact. He’d lost one potential movie deal because of this new attitude, but another had come along to take its place within days.
After all, he was still Roman Burke—box office heartthrob and silver-screen superstar.
“Can we use the lube right now?” Roman asked sheepishly, stroking his already hard dick. “Just to make sure it works?”
“Duh,” I said, pulling out one of the extra-large towels to spread on the grass nearby. “Get your horny ass over here.”
“It’s not my ass that’s horny,” he muttered. “But it’s your ass that’s making me horny. And your fucking thigh muscles since you started riding so much. Jesus.”
I felt my face heat. It was true. Since Kip and I had been spending hours prepping the horses for our after-school riding lessons this fall, I’d spent most of the past two months in the saddle. Something about me on the back of a horse had triggered all kinds of fantasies in Roman. One night I’d gotten out of the shower to discover a pair of assless chaps laid out on our bed and an already hard Roman blushing furiously next to them while holding a lasso.
That had been a fun night, but the next morning, my mother hadn’t been able to make eye contact with us in the kitchen and had announced her move to the guest house would be completed a week earlier than expected. Win-win.
I lay back on the towel and made the gimme gesture toward him with my fingers. Roman crawled on top of me with a predatory grin. Within seconds, we were back to making out and rubbing against each other like horny teens. Thank god we weren’t actually fucking yet, because the familiar low titter of Lolo’s laughter came through the trees.
“No, darling, they won’t mind. They said I could use their love hole whenever they weren’t here.”
There wasn’t even time to gag at the term love hole before we scrambled up and wrapped towels around our waists.