Page 82 of After the Storm

“Do you get the feeling that everything before this was just leading up to this moment? Everything that happened just feels like it matters less now because it got me here,” I admit

“Yeah, I get that feeling,” he says, planting another kiss on my lips.

Epilogue

Roman isoutside cleaning up the deck to have people over for dinner. Since we got our house in Doves Harbor, it’s become a tradition to have our friends and sometimes family over for dinners on Sundays. We don’t manage to get everyone every Sunday. Sometimes, it’s just a couple of them, whether it’s Beck, Ares, or Ravyn. Sometimes our parents even come too.

I’m in the kitchen prepping for dinner, making my homemade lemonade that I made once, and Ares has begged me to make every week since. I prepare some burgers and sides for the grill.

Roman comes into the kitchen wearing his apron and slides past me, dropping a kiss on top of my head. I never knew love could be normal and fulfilling. My entire life, I thought even when love was good, it hurt a little. I know now that it shouldn’t hurt at all. It should feel warm and kind all the time. Even when things aren’t perfect, I’m never scared, and I’m never hurt. Roman ripped up my idea of love and relationships and sewed it back together into something beautiful.

There is nothing sexier than this man wearing an apron, getting things together for us to have all of our favorite people over for dinner. I watch him make his way around the kitchen island to come around and kiss me again, but this time on my mouth. He’s towering over me, staring down at me.

“Are you checking me out, Auds?” he asks with a raised brow, peering down at me. I grin ear to ear, cheeks burning. We’re living together, and he still makes me blush.

“Can’t help it.” I shrug. “The apron is really doing it for me,” I say, taking my lip between my teeth.

“Oh, is it?” he tests. He reaches down, wrapping his arms around me and throwing me up on the counter. I let out a squeal. He’s standing between my knees, looking at me. He runs a hand up my leg until he reaches the spot between my thighs. His head drops, and he lets out a heavy breath.

“My t-shirt and no panties?” he asks. I nod rapidly, hoping he’ll do something. He lets out another breath before running two fingers over my clit and rubbing circles around it.

“We don’t have a lot of time.” I sigh, tipping my head back. What a stupid fucking thing to say when I want this so badly. He brings his mouth to mine, kissing me. The kiss is hot and needy.

“I don’t need a lot of time,” he assures me. No sooner do the words leave his mouth he slides two fingers inside me. The feeling of him touching me never gets old. I throw my hand over my mouth, stifling a moan. “This is our house, baby, make all the noise you want,” he says, using his free hand to pull my hand from my mouth. He slides his fingers between mine, interlocking our hands.

“I love you.”

“I love you, baby,” he says planting a kiss on my forehead before crouching down and dropping his head between my thighs. “I’m fucking dying for a taste though. Can I taste you?” he asks and I nod, pushing my hips forward. He keeps his fingers moving in and out as he attaches his lips to my clit. I’m already close. The feeling builds and burns through me.

“Roman, I… I’m—” I stutter my words out, pleasure crashing through me.

“I know, baby. Come for me,” he instructs, and his words are the missing piece to send me over the edge. As soon as he tells me to, I’m coming on his fingers. “You’re squeezing my fingers so tight, Auds. I need you squeezing my cock like this,” he says, pulling me off of the counter.

“This is going to be fast and rough. You want that, Auds?” he asks lowly in my ear.

“Yes. Please,” I beg, peering up at him. He spins me around, putting my back to him. He nips at my ear while he takes my hands and lays them flat on the island counter.

“Keep them here, you understand?” he asks with a roughness to his voice I hadn’t heard before, but it does something to me. I hear his apron hit the floor and his belt come undone. I press my thighs together looking for some relief. I’ve never needed him so badly.

“Please,” I plead with him. He lets out a chuckle, pressing the tip between my thighs, sliding up and down but not going inside, teasing me. I whine, pushing backward.

“Careful what you beg for, Auds,” he taunts. He wraps my hair around his fist, pulling it. Once he has me arched backwards, he pushes all the way inside. I swear to God, I feel him in my stomach. A loud moan of pure bliss rips out of me. He keeps a fast pace, and all you can hear in here is the slapping of his hips against my ass and the sounds we’re both making.

The feeling is so intense, like nothing I’ve felt before. He is slamming into me, and it’s the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. I don’t even notice that I’ve pulled my hands from the counter until he grabs them roughly, pinning them at the base of my spine.

“Can’t fucking listen, can you?” he asks, pounding into me harder. My legs start to tremble, and I can feel myself dripping down my thighs. “Making a mess, Auds. You like it when I talk to you like this?” he taunts, and all I can do is moan in response. “Use your words, or I’ll stop,” he demands, stilling his movements.

“Yes! Yes, I love it,” I cry out. As soon as the words leave my mouth, he picks back up to his previous pace. It’s all too much. Too fucking good. Another orgasm dares to crash over me. “Come with me. Please,” I beg.

“You want to be filled up, Auds?” he asks, and I’m past the point of oblivion. All I have left are some pathetic cries. He knows what I want, though and he delivers.

His fingers dig deeper into the skin on my hips, and with one final thrust, he lets out a moan as he fills me. He lays his head flat on my back for a moment while we both attempt to breathe.Holy shit.

“We need to get ready,” I pant out through labored breaths. He groans before pulling himself off of me. Tucking himself back into his underwear and fixing his jeans. I pull his t-shirt back down to cover my ass.

“Go clean up. I’ll take care of the food.”

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