Page 57 of Payback
Roan does nothing to quiet me, continuing his assault between my legs until the spasms of my orgasm are complete. He pulls back from my aching pussy and stands up to look at me with his darkened, lust-filled gaze. Without warning, he kisses me, swirling his tongue deep in my mouth so I can taste the saltiness of my release.
His voice is hoarse as he breaks away and says, “That’s what my jealousy tastes like.”
“Point taken,” I say, my head spinning in my post-orgasmic state. “Goal one goes to DeWalt.”
Chuckling, he bends over to pick up my panties. “Since I won our first official argument, I get to keep these.” He tucks the lingerie in his pocket.
When he moves to walk away, I reach out and grab his shirt, pulling him back and kissing him with need. I press my hand over his straining erection.
“Want me to go for a second goal?” He smiles a dirty smile against my lips.
“Um, yes,” I reply and make quick work of his jeans.
Without another word, he tugs his shirt off and pulls down the straps of my tiny dress while I dig my fingers into his beautiful muscled chest. The tip of his cock presses against my bare body when he suddenly pulls back, shaking his head aggressively. “Fuck, I need to go upstairs for a condom.”
My breaths are coming hard and fast, my orgasm buzz still coursing through my veins. All I want is to continue riding the wave. “When was the last time you were checked?” I pant, my voice raw with desire. “I had to have a physical before I moved here, so I know I’m good.”
He blinks back at me, his tongue slicking out to wet his lips as he racks his brain. “I was checked a few months ago, but I’ve never not used a condom.”
“Okay then,” I say, nodding eagerly.
“Okay what?”
“I trust you, Roan. You’re the most trustworthy player on the entire Bethnal Green team. I think we’ll be fine.”
He pauses for a moment, thinking over what I just said like he might not actually agree with it.
“Or go get a condom if that’s one of your rules!” I exclaim, not sounding angry by any means. Just impatient.
“It is one of my rules…” His voice trails off as he eyes my breasts with a fiery look that I swear could burn me alive. “Fuck it, I want you,” he growls and he’s back between my legs, pulling me to the edge of the counter and thrusting into me hard, fast, and deep.
He stills inside of me, his head dropping down on my shoulder, and he groans out the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard coming from a man. “Jesus Christ, mooi. You’re going to ruin me.” He pulls out and pushes in again, making more noises and his muscles turning to granite stones beneath my hands. “You feel so fucking good.”
“So do you,” I gasp, my legs wrapping tightly around his hips, squeezing him to me as I adjust to his size, relishing how perfectly he stretches me. “So fucking good.”
“So fucking good,” he repeats.
Whatever is said after that is forgotten because most of it becomes unintelligible as we fuck like we’ve never fucked before. Angry, passionate, emotive, overzealous, wet, frantic fucking that has me seeing stars before another orgasm rips through me.
Roan is definitely right. Jealousy can be an awesome thing…when it comes from him.
We clean up and finally head outside to the small garden behind Roan’s house. It’s a cute little oasis of greenery and dim lighting that becomes really romantic once the sun begins to set. Roan looks sexy as he mans the barbeque and brushes the chicken with marinade while talking about the various foods that are made in South Africa.
I talk about Chicago-style pizza and how the sauce goes on the top, and he says he hopes to visit Chicago someday to try it. It’s nice. It’s easy. It’s impressive how we were arguing when I first arrived and now we’re back on the same page, continuing to get to know one another.
Once the food is plated, we sit down at the small patio table and Roan pours me a glass of white wine. “So, when are we going to tell your family about us?” he asks.
I laugh and shake my head. “I pick never.”
“Tomorrow then?” he asks, shooting me a wink and taking a bite of his salad.
“No. Jeez, what is with you?” I ask, my eyes wide. “Things are going awesome here. Why are you such an all or nothing kind of guy?”
He smirks, not the least bit put off by my refusal. “I don’t half-ass things, Lis.”
I swallow my bite of chicken and take a sip of wine. “But you don’t know what you’re asking by inviting the Harris family into our business. They aren’t going to make it easy for you.”
“I think the ladies are on my side, though,” Roan says, sitting back in his chair with a pleased look on his face. “Didn’t you say it was Sloan who got you the jersey with my name on it?”
