Page 76 of Roan

His sweaty blond hair falls into his eyes. “Yeah, I think.”

Tiller rolls his eyes. “Dude, it either is, or it isn’t. You don’t wanna be sixty feet in the air and think you ‘might’ got it, because if you don’t, what happens next?”

Camden’s eyes widen. “I don’t land it?”

“You’re dead or in a wheelchair for life, boy.” Tiller pushes him forward. “Come on. Let’s go see how it feels on the ramp.” As Camden straps on his helmet, Tiller hits my shoulder, winking. “Nice to see you not hitched, little girl.”

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Nice to see you not such as asshole.”

“He’s still an asshole,” Camden notes, lifting his bike off the stand.

Roan’s leaning against his bike, his arms crossed over his chest watching me. I tip my head to my car, the heat of the day bearing down on my bare shoulders. “I brought a bag of clothes with me.”

There’s a half smile on his lips. “Moving in already?”

“No way, but maybe I’ll stay a night or two, to, you know, make up for three years,” I tease, and then start laughing.

Roan doesn’t find amusement in my teasing. “Funny,” he snaps, pushing off the bike. He hooks his elbow around the back of my neck, pulling me into his side. His lips press to my temple. “I love you,” he murmurs, making me walk with him to the track.

I shield sun from my eyes and smile, keeping step with him. I look over at him, his eyes so blue, so alive. “I love you,” I whisper.

“Move in with me.”

I laugh. “Yeah, right. I think you’re dehydrated.”

Closing his eyes, he shakes his head with a small smirk. “I’m dead fucking serious.”

In the distance, Tiller yells at Camden, “You’re either riding the ramp or the track, not both, bitch.” And then he picks up a handful of dirt when Camden does a whip off a motocross jump. “Fuckin’ kids. You can’t teach them shit.”

I have no idea what he’s talking about, but it’s a reminder that if I live here, I have to see that man daily. Uh, no thanks. “I’m not living here with Tiller.”

Snorting, he rolls his head toward mine. “I don’t want to either.” We stand there watching Camden on the track for a few minutes before Roan sighs, his mouth on my shoulder. He bites the straps to my sundress and pulls it with his teeth. Taking my hand in his, he yanks me with him. “I can’t take it any longer.”

Rushing me inside the house, we make it to the top of the steps leading up to the third floor when Roan sweeps his hand over a nearby table up against the wall, knocks everything off it and then sets my ass on it.

“You should wear dresses more often,” he tells me, pushing my panties to the side and then shoving his riding pants down just enough to take out his dick.

He fucks me hard, fast, relentless, his eyes on the stairs, waiting and watching for someone to intrude on our time. We could slip inside his bedroom, but we don’t. This is forbidden, a glimpse at what we used to be—sneaking kisses in closets and him fingering me under the jets of the hot tub with his brothers nearby.

The table rocks beneath us, wood slamming against the wall with every thrust but he doesn’t stop. His pace is steady, his kisses sloppy. I love that I entice this reaction from him.

“For the last hour, this is all I’ve been able to imagine,” he pants, shoving his tongue in my mouth.

“Me too,” I breathe, barely able to get the words out. “But you don’t have a condom on.”

“I’ll pull out.”

He does and before he has a chance to come, I push him away about a foot and lower my mouth to his cock. “Now come,” I mouth around him, peering up at him out of the corner of my eye.

He tosses his head back and comes in my mouth, hot thick bursts coating my throat. After I swallow, I stand before him. He touches my swollen lips with his thumb, cradling my face in his hands. “Move in with me,” he begs again, cheeks flushed, eyes wild with love.

I kiss him. “No.”

Shaking his head, he groans against my lips and tucks himself back in his pants. I right my dress and then he has me pressed against the wall, his weight trapping me. “Why not?”

“Because of Tiller.”

He searches my eyes, tilting his head to the side. “That’s not why.”

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