Page 75 of Roan

And then with a growl that emits from deep within his chest, he sinks into me, his hips bucking wildly, then he stops, his entire body rigid as he spills inside me. Somewhere in the rush of him coming so quickly, his hold on me becomes too much and I cry out in pain. I don’t think he realized how hard he’d been clinging to me until I tense and shove at his chest.

“I’m sorry.” His frantic eyes snap to mine, his hands on my hips. “Shit, I hurt you?”

I blink, grabbing my arm that’s pulsing with pain. “No, no, it’s fine.” I shake him off. He’s on his knees, his hands on his thighs. My eyes shift to stare at his dick, and the condom filled with his cum. Believe me, there’s a lot of it, too. He’s certainly wasn’t joking when he said he’d been restraining from sex. “When you said you hadn’t had sex, you’ve at least been, you know….” My words trail off and I hope he picks up on what I’m trying to say.

Avoiding eye contact, he half laughs. “Well, yeah.”

Damn. Why is that such a hot image? I giggle again, and then the sight of him, hard, panting, it twists my insides and I want more of him. Sitting up, I straddle his waist. With my lips at his ear, I whisper, “Please tell me you have more of those and you’re going to be ready soon.”

I draw back, waiting to see what he says. He smiles, his eyes between his legs as he rips the condom off, tosses it in the garbage beside his bed. I fall back on his mattress in the process, laughing. Leaning over the top of me, his armpit in my face, he reaches into his nightstand for another one. “Like I said, it’s been three years. I’m definitely ready now.” And then he’s on top of me again, his knees spreading my legs wider. “I have so much to make up for.”

“And apologize for,” I tease, giggling when he tickles my sides.

“Never,” he grunts, entering me again.

We have sex two more times before the sun comes up.

Breathless on his bed watching the morning light, he whispers against my bare shoulder. “What would you do if I asked you to marry me now?”

I twist my head and smile, thinking he’s joking. One look into his eyes and I see he’s not. He’s vulnerable, waiting on my words. “Probably say no,” I admit, regretting the way it sounds. It comes off as I wouldn’t, couldn’t love him like that, but it’s not true.

There’s a quick intake of breath, his chest tensing and he swallows, his brows pulled together. The impact of seeing hurt in his eyes sends a blow to my chest. “Why?”

“Because I want to fall in love with you again first.” I shift so I’m flat on my back. He lifts up slightly, his fingertips tracing my jaw. His touch sends my heart racing in the best possible way. It’s then I know; it would have never been like this with Agustin. It couldn’t. My soul, it found its match and you can’t duplicate that with anyone. “I want to know what it’s like to fall in love with the man you’ve become, not the boy.”

A soft smile lifts his lips. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, holding me against his chest. “I already love the woman you’ve become.”

I think my heart just burst. It might be the sweetest thing he’s ever said to me. I lie there, finally feeling content for once knowing I made the right decision to come here. We still have a lot to work on, but this is at least a start.

LATER THAT DAY, after I have quite possibly the best pancakes in my life, Roan and I part ways. He heads to the track to practice for the last round of the X-Treme tour tomorrow night in San Francisco and I’m forced to return to the condo to get clothes. I can’t wear a wedding dress, nor can I wear Scarlet’s clothes forever.

Do you see me there wearing a shirt that looks like my breasts are about to pop out of them? I might be tiny and barely hovering over a hundred pounds, but my boobies are lustful and poor Scarlet, she has none. Tiller teases her that her hair ate her tits.

She does not find amusement in that, but there I am, wearing a shirt that my breasts are trying to rip out of and shorts that I can barely keep up. I need my clothes. I text Agustin to see if he’s at the condo because I don’t have my keys either. I hadn’t planned on being there without him since we were set to leave to Sedona Arizona for two nights before he had to fly out for work.

Truthfully, I don’t want to see Agustin again after the wedding, but I know I would have to at some point. He stays quiet while I gather my clothes and what little belongings I had in our condo, but when I’m finished, I stand at the door, my bags in hand. It’s then he hugs me. “I hope he treats you well,” he tells me, pulling back.

I never wanted to hurt Agustin, I didn’t, and the fact that I did and it could have been prevented is killing me inside. “I’m really sorry for how things ended with us.”

His tender fingers silence me. “Ophelia, I’m not stupid. Maybe I was just subjectively blind in thinking I could make you forget about him.” His arms wrap around my shoulders. “I’ve known. I just thought maybe it was something you’d outgrow, but now I know… you belong with him, not me. I knew the moment I was introduced to him that you two had something between you I couldn’t compete with.”

My tears take on a life of their own. “Someday, you are going to make a woman so incredibly happy.”

With one final hug, I let go of a man who may not be the love of my life, but he did show me where I belonged. He would forever be a friend to me.

BACK AT THE house, Roan’s on the track with Tiller who’d finally been cleared since the ball incident. Surprisingly, they’re getting along, for now. It changes by the minute.

Camden smiles at Roan. “I talked my dad into letting me race!”

Roan returns the grin, removing his jersey, his eyes on mine. They’re heated, slowly passing over my body in a way that sends a waft of desire through me.

“What are you guys doing?” I ask, trying to avoid jumping him in front of the kid.

“We shaved Cam-man’s seat down and added some grab holes for him.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “That sounds dangerous.”

Tiller hits Camden upside the head. “Feel that. Comfortable?”

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