He straightens, his T-shirt now gone, then grabs me and flips me yet again, now onto my front. My bra is gone. He pushes me down to the mattress with a big hand on my back, blazes a string of kisses up the middle of my back, nips at my shoulder, then growls, “Turn over.”
I roll, looking up at him. His eyes flash as he strokes my hair back, then cups my throat. “Gorgeous. Such a gorgeous girl.”
My eyelids flutter, and the moment of tenderness passes as he falls upon my breasts again, pulling a nipple into his mouth and tugging on it, then the other. He cups them, holds them to his mouth, and uses his teeth until I’m throbbing and writhing.
Now his jeans are gone and he’s completely naked. He crawls until he’s over my chest and his cock is right at my mouth. He takes it in hand and rubs it over my lips. His eyes meet mine, and despite his aggression I see the question there.
In answer, I open my mouth and slide my tongue over the tight tip of his cock.
“Fuck yeah.” Knees beside my head, he pushes into my mouth.
I love the feel of it, the thickness, the texture of his skin. He tastes salty and tangy, and I suck hungrily. Bouncing his knees on the mattress, he thrusts in and out, not deep enough to choke me but enough that he bumps the back of my throat. My eyes water and he slides out.
“Okay, sweet thing?” He smooths hair off my damp forehead.
“Yes. I love it.”
He lifts his cock and rubs his balls over my lips. I open for them too, licking then sucking one inside.
“Oh Jesus. Yes. Romy…”
I bend my legs, squeezing my thighs together at the growing ache there.
He fucks my mouth again, his hands on his groin, watching himself slide in and out of my mouth, his lips parted, eyes glittering. He’s like a god poised above me, his body sculpted. A thin trail of hair travels down to the thicker patch of dark curls above his cock, and I reach out to touch him there, fingertips brushing through the hair.
“Fuck. I need to fuck you.” He pulls out and lurches back, grabbing my calves to jerk my legs apart. I let my knees fall open as he grasps his thick shaft and rubs it over me.
“Condom,” I gasp.
He closes his eyes. “Shit. Yeah. Sorry.” Instantly he’s sheathed and pushing inside me, stretching me, filling me. “Yeah.” The word comes out on a low groan. “Fuck yeah. You feel so good, Romy.”
“You feel good too.”
He leans over me and grasps my face in two hands, staring into my eyes. “Squeeze me… like that.”
I work my inner muscles and he hisses.
His mouth lands on mine, brutal, raw kisses, his tongue plunging into my mouth as his cock drives into me. Then he pushes back onto his knees, watching my face. I cup my breasts and his face tightens, then I reach for my clit. “I need to come.”
“Yeah. Do it.” He moves faster, harder, the mattress now frenzied.
My finger rubs in tight circles, my breath catches in my chest as flames lick over me, pleasure coiling, intensifying into bright, sharp, violent bliss.
And he comes too, holding my thighs, his head going back, his face strained, his muscles taut. We’re both gasping for air.
His chest heaves and he opens his eyes. They blaze down at me. “Holy fuck.”
“Well, I don’t know if there was anything holy about it.”
He chokes on a laugh. “Jesus. You make me laugh.”
I smile and reach for his hair as he leans over me.
“Feel better?” He kisses my mouth, this time soft and sweet.
“Oh yeah.” I sigh. “Sometimes all you need is a fantastic fuck.”
Laughing, he falls to his side next to me, pulling my leg over his hip so we’re still joined. “Can’t argue with that.”
Joe and I have lunch on Wednesday at the usual restaurant we go to.
“I’m sorry about the interview,” I tell him.
“Don’t apologize,” he says, same as Trace. “It’ll be fine.”
“I’m not so sure.” But I straighten my shoulders and flash a smile. “But I’m working on it.”
“I still can’t believe they increased the requirements for your WED.”
“I know. To be honest, it pisses me off. That’s not fair. Everyone should be treated the same.”
Joe gives me a thoughtful look. “Yeah. I agree.”
“Trace said I could appeal it, but I likely wouldn’t win. Maybe I should do it just on principle.” I pause. “What do you think?”
“I don’t know. It could make things worse.”
“Somebody has to take a stand. Nothing will ever change if nobody speaks up.”
“I didn’t realize the coven was so resistant to change,” he says slowly. “I feel I haven’t been paying enough attention.”
Just like Felise and Magan.
“Well, it’s not your fault.”
“No, I know. But I should be more engaged with what’s happening. Anyway.” He smiles. “How’s work going?”
“Eh.” I scrunch my face up. “Okay.”
“That doesn’t sound great.”
I tell him some of the problems I’ve been encountering and how I haven’t felt supported by my boss. “I just haven’t been getting a lot of satisfaction from things lately,” I finish.
“Hmm. I’ve actually had an idea I wanted to talk to you about at some point.”
“What’s that?”
“I saw the work you did for the girls. For the Charming Chalice. They tell me their online sales have really picked up and a lot of customers are coming in and mentioning the website. I’d like to hire you to work at Dream Homes.”
My jaw nearly smacks the white tablecloth. “What?”
“To work on our website. Redesign it and make it more functional. And basically all our branding.”
I stare at him. “I’d love to do that. But I don’t have time. What with all this studying and my regular job and my Etsy job and my volunteer work at the gallery… I don’t think I can fit it in.”
“I’m talking about this being a full-time job. You could quit your job at Summit Insurance.”
My head jerks back. “Whoa.”
“Yeah. We can afford to pay you good money. We have benefits. I know your plate is pretty full right now, so we could be flexible to give you more time to study.” His eyes search my face, and the concerned-dad look in them makes my heart soften.
“That would be a really big move,” I say slowly.
“It would. But it could be a good move.”
I nod, but my face must look doubtful.
“What do you like about your job?”
I consider that. “I enjoy solving problems. Coming up with solutions that help people accomplish their goals. At Summit, it’s other departments.”
“You would have that at Dream Homes. And you’d have more time for your Etsy shop.”
That’s the way to persuade me. I love the design work I do. And I do want to paint more. “Can I think about it?”
“Of course. No rush.”
“Thank you.”
Wow. That is definitely something to think about.
When I started this crazy journey to find my family, I was dissatisfied with my life. I wanted more. Needed more. I took a big leap outside my comfort zone and found my family and more than I ever bargained for. Now the idea of leaving my job both excites me and scares the crap out of me. I’ve come a long way, and maybe I should rely on my instincts, which I’ve learned are pretty damn good. But my cautious background is still waving at me not to take another reckless jump.