Page 202 of Dance of Defiance
Water trickles down my body, and for a second, it feels like it lingers, tingling, in that one space on my arm covered in chaos and madness.
You will never be happy.
You will never be loved.
I flinch, a mini lightning-storm flashing and ricocheting through my skull. Then I grit my teeth and slam both fists to the shower wall, focusing on goodness.
On love.
OnRoman.
The storm passes and I exhale, sputtering flecks of water against the wall.
We’ve got almost an hour before people start arriving, and as I step out of the shower and dry off, I feel heat flicker through me.
Today already started off fantastically: Roman woke me up with his mouth around my cock, which soon turned into me fucking him into the bed until he sprayed his cum all over both of us as I came deep inside him.
Like I said:fantastically.
But this man makes me a horny motherfucker. I mean, I already was. But Roman is like steroids for my libido. His scent. His body. His eyes. That fuckinggorgeousdick.
I groan as my cock thickens between my legs, then grin devilishly to myself.
Wedohave an hour…
I wrap a towel around my hips and grab a second one for my wet hair as I walk out of the bathroom into his bedroom. I throw the towel over my head as I pad out of his room and head for the sweeping staircase down to the main floor.
“Where are you, gorgeous,” I growl, toweling my hair and keeping an eye on my feet as I hurry down the steps. “I want those perfect lips wrapped around my cock, and then I want fuck you on the veranda in broad dayli?—”
“For fuck’s sake.”
It’s not just his gruff voice that stops me cold. It’s the barely stifled, female giggle that accompanies it.
I yank the towel off my head, and swallow when I see Roman…
AndBrooklyn.
“I…uh…” she stammers.
“She came over early,” Roman growls, glaring at me, “to help set up for thesurprise announcement party.”
I grin, shoving my hair back and turning to Brooklyn. “So…spoiler alert?”
“YOU GUYS!!”
I flinch at the shrill shriek that rips from her throat. She whirls and throws her arms around Roman, hugging him tightly and screaming over and over—which, thankfully, manages to wipe the glare off his face as he grins, hugging her back.
“Why didn’t you tell me?!” she blurts.
He glances at me, his face flushed and that goddamn beautiful smile on his lips. Then he turns back to her.
“I didn’t know how to tell myself,” he growls.
She squeals and hugs him again before she spins and marches over to me.
“Andyou,” she grins as she throws her arms around me. “Is this real?” she whispers fiercely into my ear as she hugs me. “I meanreally?—”
“Yeah, B,” I whisper back. “It is.”
