Roman-1(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(6)

“Ohh,” I moan, riding the wave to the very end, my nerve endings and every inch of me coming down in a euphoric settling that leaves me boneless and so satisfied that all I want to do is curl up and just bask in the feeling.

Roman is a true gentleman about my lack of participation when I flop down and blink up at him with a smile that would rival the grin on the Cheshire cat.

“Good, baby girl?”

I’m pretty sure that good is like the biggest understatement of the millennium.

I just had my first orgasm at the age of twenty-three and all I can think is…wow. I want to do that again.

“That was better than good and you know it, Lane,” I purr, pushing up to plant a wet kiss on the Adonis above me. “Want to go for a homer?”

He chuckles before jumping up and grabbing my arm to pull me up beside him.

It’s not a big surprise when I look down to see his hardness straining against the fabric of his pants, but I find myself biting my lips and casting him glances like some inexperienced girl who simply waits for direction.

Pathetic.

“Sorry, sugar. As much as I would love to get under all those clothes and have my dirty way with you, I made dinner and then I gotta skedaddle to work. My shift starts in about forty-five minutes.”

“But…” I choke out, waving at his crotch in disbelief.

He laughs again and I blush as he pulls me to the kitchen and shoves a plate my way before digging in himself.

“This will hold. No way am I rushing our first time. I’ve waited long enough for this moment that I can’t let myself down at this point. Prepare yourself though, baby girl, because the minute I get home I’m going to be all over that delicious body of yours. Oh, and by the way—”

I’m wrenched out of the memory with a jolt when I hear a hard knock at the door and what sounds like furious arguing before a loud thump and vicious curse reach my ears.

I don’t want to open that door, not when I’m still lost in one of my favorite memories. Unfortunately, the door handle starts rattling and I hear Jared curse again. I sigh and force my exhausted carcass from the comfort of my man’s bed and trudge to the door.

If I were in a better mood or mind-set right now, I would enjoy the sight of Jace and Jared tussling with each other before jumping apart like two naughty kids caught in the act.

All I can manage is the lift of a brow and a scowl when they straighten and give me another one of those suspicious once-overs I’ve been getting all night.

“Can we talk?” Jace asks and I almost implode when he doesn’t wait for an answer but pushes into the room and flops onto the sofa.

Jared follows and I close the door with a slam that makes all three of us wince.

The room, if I can even call it, includes an en-suite bathroom, a closet that’s bigger than my house, and a sitting area that looks pristine enough to eat off the floor. It takes me several steps before I reach the other seat and sit with a tired sigh.

All I want to do is curl up and sleep, but I know I would not be able to even without the interruption. I haven’t been able to for weeks.

The way I’m feeling right now, I probably won’t sleep again till I see my idiot lover, so I may as well entertain these two cute fools if that’s what they want.

“What’s up?”

“Er, Ma wanted us to make sure you were settled in and—”

“I’m fine. Is that’s all?”

Jared bites his lip and I see Jace take a deep breath before barreling ahead with a frown.

“Since you’re in such a delicate condition—”

“I’m pregnant, guys, not dying. I’ll be just fine once I get some sleep and come up with a way to get hold of your fool brother. Seriously, what’s up with him lately, huh? He hasn’t called in so long that I’m starting to wonder if he purposely lost my freaking number.”

“Uh, that’s what we wanted to discuss with you, Mellie. See, we’re hoping that we can use the phone to call him.”

“As if that isn’t what I tried to do already! I’m not stupid or brain dead, you know. I called a couple of times and it went straight to voice mail. He isn’t accepting my calls, either, so stop with the hangdog expressions and the pity party,” I growl, wanting nothing more than to lay hands on my sweet Roman and give him a dose of my wrath.

My mood and tone must be hitting home, because I see them exchange another look before turning to me with hesitant smiles.

“Um, did it go right to voice mail or did it ring once or twice?” Jared asks, looking hesitant.

That look makes me want to smile because Daddy had looked at me the same way the day I walked into the house sporting five new piercings and enough white face makeup to make one of those medieval women look tan in comparison.