Roman-1(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(42)

Then the minutes start feeling like more hours.

By the time they all return, I’m about ready to jump on Roman with a few curses, but all he does is kiss me and push me down into a chair while Ellie serves them all coffee.

“We found one bootprint. That’s it. Even Miah’s cameras didn’t track their movements, so I’m thinking that whoever this is, it was the guy I was looking for. He’s military, I can guarantee that, and he and his friend were gone too fast and silently to be anything less than elite.”

The others agree and they start talking in a way that screams military code and a language that none of us women seem to understand, save for Tracy who looks about as happy as a death notice.

“Wait, I don’t get this, but I think I just got a part of what you were saying. That break they came in through on the perimeter is a well-guarded family secret? Are we talking about the spot…”

“Yes. The exact place I took you through the hedges, Mel.”

“But how did they know it was there? I would never have noticed it until Tracy showed me. Even then, that was from the inside. The outer hedge looks completely solid.”

“Exactly,” Miah mutters and I get the feeling they’re trying to keep something pertinent to themselves until all us little women go back to bed.

Which reminds me.

Where the hell am I going to sleep?

“Breathe. Just breathe and stop thinking about whatever it is you’re thinking,” I hear, and I refocus my gaze to see Roman crouching down in front of me, his blue eyes creased with concern.

My breaths are coming out all choppy and uneven, and I feel lightheaded and deflated all of a sudden.

“It’s just the adrenaline leaving your body. It’s okay. Breathe and don’t start thinking about that shit again. You’re staying here in the house and I’ll make sure Ma knows that we’re not headed for the chapel.”

The others are all trying to leave quietly when I finally take a good long look at Roman and feel myself accept things as they are.

“We’re friends?”

He sighs and smirks before pulling me up and starting for the stairs.

“Yeah we are, baby girl. If that’s all you have to give me right now, I can take it gladly and be happy with it. We both have a lot of thinking to do about where we want to be and where we’re headed, but I will always be yours. No matter what you decide or where we both are, I will always be yours. I will never be anyone else’s. Okay?”

We’re at his room by the time I stop biting my lip and nod, letting him know that I heard him.

“Okay.”

I’m sliding between the sheets and sighing when I see him strip down to his briefs and grab a pillow and blanket from the closet. The man has one tight butt.

“You’re not sleeping in the bed?”

“Not if you don’t want me to. You’ve had enough shit tonight. I do not need you being anxious about anything else right now. I can crash on the sofa till you’re feeling up to having me there with you.”

Oh God. Why does he have to be so darn sweet when I’m so freaking gruff and ornery and just plain mean at times.

“Come on, Lane, you can hold me till I fall asleep and go jerk off in the bathroom later.” I laugh, making him chuckle and dive for the bed with a roar of outrage.

“You think I do that shit anymore? That’s just plain insulting, woman,” he says, pulling me onto his chest and stroking my back gently.

“I’m not insulting you, Lane. All men do that stuff.”

“I haven’t touched my dick since the day I got inside you, and I won’t either. Unless that’s part of our foreplay. He’s yours, and if he wants a party, he’ll have to wait for a freaking invite.”

Just thinking about watching him that way has my sex shuddering in arousal, and I haven’t even thought of the fact that I’m sprawled over his chest with his very obvious erection pushing against his briefs.

I bite my lip when my hand inches down towards his briefs, pushing the fabric out of the way and feeling his thickness. I curl my fingers around his girth and stroke him.

He’s so big, it’s a wonder I can take him as easily as I do.

“You know, Lane, that invitation is an open one,” I purr, holding him in a firm, steady grip that has his hips shooting closer and thrusting into my palm.

He groans when I go lower and stroke his tight sac, and I feel the stress and everything else fall away when the pleasure of pleasuring him takes over.

“Baby girl, you don’t have to…” he chokes out, groaning when I shimmy beneath the sheet and take a good look at him before I lower my mouth.

“Ah, shit, don’t you dare fucking stop.” He groans loudly, gently cupping my cheeks.