Cousins: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance(29)

"This stranger is seriously considering bending you over one of these round tables in front of all the rest of these people, and giving you the privilege of calling me whatever name you choose, while I make you come hard with my fingers, then my tongue, then my cock."

What. The. Frack.

I wasn't expecting him to say anything remotely close to that, and so my legs almost buckle from underneath me from the images that he's so eloquently described in fantastically dirty detail. He deserves a slap for that, but before I can pretend that I'm insulted by his overtly sexual comments, we're suddenly interrupted by the hilarious aunt I was chatting with earlier. I'm not sure if I'm relieved or annoyed by her interruption.

"I see you two have already reconnected." She says with a small dubious grin on her face.

"Reconnected?" I ask unclear by what she means.

"Juliette!" She calls across the room. "Come here honey. I believe you have some introductions to make."

The stranger stops dancing and pulls away from me when he sees Juliette approach.

I miss the warmth of his body already.

"Oh, I see you're finally here," Juliette says to him. My aunt knows Mr. Badass?

"Hey." He says while giving her a hug and a brief kiss on the side of her face.

"Hi yourself stranger. Did you two actually recognize each other?"

"Why would we?" He asks looking back over at me.

A sick feeling grows in the pit of my belly.

"Oh well, I guess you wouldn't." She chuckles. "You've only seen each other once when you were kids, so let me do the honors. Elizabeth this is Roman Masterson–my stepson. Roman, this is your cousin Elizabeth. My brother Patrick's daughter."

I swallow what feels like the largest lump of dry cotton down my throat. I didn't recognize the face, but I definitely remember the name.

"You're Roman!" I didn't mean to say that as loudly as I did, but I'm completely mortified.

I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment in utter embarrassment at what almost transpired between the two of us. When my eyes rise to meet Roman's, I can't help but wonder what he's thinking right now, but I can't read him. Not until he speaks to me in a tone that makes my hackles rise.

"Nice to see you again little sunflower," he says in an almost delighted tone.

And I'm pretty sure that I just threw up a little in my mouth.





Chapter Twelve

Roman





I AM TRYING TO SPEND AS little time at my father's house as humanly possible. This is the second week in a row that I've made sure to stay busy either working, drinking, or fucking random women. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this going, not when I promised Joseph that I'd handle whatever trouble my little cousin was in. Of course I assured him of all of this way before I spotted her in the middle of the Club Lotus dance floor. Completely before I fantasized about claiming all of her orgasms for the next year. Totally before I propositioned her at my father's birthday party. Absolutely before I learned that she is my fucking cousin.

I've thought about running by the house a million times. Even though I don't live there anymore, I still have a room there. Juliette insisted on it and didn't care what Joseph had to say about it. And even though we have an office on South Broad, Joseph likes to handle a lot of his business out of their home. He's old school. He likes to fax versus email, the phone over texting, and he absolutely prefers talking in person above all of that. I think it's because he likes to look you in the eyes and see if you're lying or not. So he's always asking me to swing by the house to talk to me about this or pick up that. I should have been by the house a million times by now.

But I can't do it.

Why? Because when I'm near Elizabeth I have this unexplainable craving to touch her. Now that I've held her in my arms once, I can't help but want to hold her again. Preferably in a horizontal position. It's pretty pathetic how I regress into a horny thirteen-year-old boy when I think about Elizabeth. I haven't seen her since the night of Joseph's party, but my dick has been brick hard fantasizing about her every single fucking day since.

Totally wound up last night from all my pent up frustration, I couldn't sleep and found myself thinking about her. Imagining if I stayed over the house and pulled Elizabeth into my old bedroom. I'd sit her on the edge of my bed dressed in only a thong and a pair of heels by my special request. I don't even know if she wears thongs, but hey it's my fantasy. She'd spread her legs on my command, and then I'd get on my knees, slide her thong over slowly and lick her clit expertly and thoroughly until she cried for release.

Fuck.

I don't even want to say out loud to myself how fucked up this is, because blood or no blood, Elizabeth is family. She is Juliette's niece, and I respect Juliette. She's been nothing but good to me ever since I was a kid, which means I need to treat her niece like a cousin; not like my next piece of ass.