As if already trained to respond, Romeo groaned in reaction to her moaning, his eyes closing. “Merda, the sounds you make.” Then he arched, his cock pulsing in his hand, thick jets of cum bathing his stomach and sliding between the deep ridges of his abdominal muscles. It was easily the most gorgeous thing she’d ever seen. She would’ve been really disappointed if he’d grabbed a towel or something to hide the physical evidence of his desire for her, but he hadn’t and she took a shuddering breath to fight the dazzling craving for more of everything Romeo had to offer.
“I wanna do this again,” she admitted with a soft, yearning sigh as she admired him, her fingers still between her legs.
“Tonight?” Romeo asked, his voice now gravelly with sex. “I thought that was a given. We never do it just once.”
“Every night.” She swallowed hard because the sight of him was making the ache too much to bear. “I don’t want this to stop. Ever. I wish you could promise me it wouldn’t.”
Romeo looked away, pain flashing on his face before he grabbed a towel next to him and made a quick, thorough swipe at the cum on his stomach. He tossed the towel aside and grabbed the computer, falling on his stomach as he looked at the camera.
“I don’t want it to stop either.” His eyes were deep, fathomless pools of green as he studied her. “You’re the first really nice thing that’s ever happened to me, Juliet.” 136
He couldn’t promise her. Jules heard it in his voice, but she also heard the heartache. He might not be able to promise her forever, but he wanted to and that felt like something.
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Chapter Nine
Early February
“I’m sexy and I know it. ”
Romeo looked to Tino, who was currently enjoying the benefits of satellite radio, and arched an eyebrow at his youngest brother. “You’re officially banned from energy drinks and convenience-store doughnuts.”
Tino bounced his head, giving Romeo a wide smile, showing off even white teeth as he sang off-key. “I work out. ”
“Jesus,” Romeo groaned, looking toward the signs on the interstate, frowning.
“Wasn’t that our exit?”
“I dunno.” Tino shrugged. “You’re driving.”
“Motherfucker, you’re supposed to be watching the GPS.” Romeo growled and then reached over to shove Tino’s head for good measure. “I let you blare the radio
’cause you said you’d be watching the GPS. Now we missed the exit.”
“So get off here and turn around.”
Romeo turned on his blinker and looked behind him as he worked on getting over. Once he got off on the exit, he pushed the button on his steering wheel, turning off the radio.
“What the hell?” Tino complained when they were blanketed in silence.
“I can’t listen to one more minute of this club shit,” Romeo said as he breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn’t realized how loud the music really was or how deeply it was grating on his nerves until it was gone. “How long is this exit?” 138
Tino looked to the GPS on the dashboard. “If you go left, it should actually take you back to where we’re supposed to be. You don’t gotta get back on the interstate.”
“There’s nowhere to go left.” Romeo looked out the window at the sea of snow-covered trees. “It’s the off-ramp that won’t end. It’s like a friggin’ horror movie.”
“I definitely hear dueling banjos.”
“How long until we actually get to Garnet? Look at that thing and tell me how many miles until we get to where we’re supposed to be.” Tino studied the GPS, frowning at it. “Fifty-seven miles.”
“Fifty-seven miles?” Romeo repeated incredulously. “They can’t be over fifty miles from the nearest interstate. You’re looking at it wrong.”
“No, I’m not,” Tino argued, pointing to the screen. “It says fifty-seven miles to our destination. Well, now it’s fifty-six.”
Romeo stopped when they finally reached the end of the off-ramp and leaned over to look at the GPS himself. “We gotta find a McDonald’s or something. I can’t wait another hour to eat.”
“I don’t think there’s a McDonald’s around here,” Tino said as he looked down the long stretch of road to his right. “Did you get gas? I don’t see a gas station. I don’t see anything. Where the fuck are the grocery stores? How do these people eat?”
“There are houses. That means there are gas stations and grocery stores,” Romeo said as he spied one lone house across the street from the off-ramp. “And there’s definitely gotta be a McDonald’s.”