I glance around the room and look to the window seeing that it’s still dark out. “I need the bathroom.”
“Over there,” he mutters and points to what I thought was a closet.
This time he lets me slide out of bed. I tiptoe across the room and wait until I’m on the other side of the bathroom door to flick the light on. It’s a small half bath consisting of a toilet, medicine cabinet, and sink. I splash some water on my face and look in the mirror. My lipstick is smeared across my cheek and my eyes are ringed in black. My hair is a mess. What I need is coffee and a shower. I wonder if Pam is still here or if her and Link went home. I’m sure Roane or someone will give me a ride back to their place.
Finishing up in the bathroom after cleaning up the best I can, I return to the bed and find Roane awake and pushed up against the headboard with his arms crossed behind his head. He’s even cuter than I remember. Blush blooms on my cheeks as memories of the night we shared rushes back to me.
“C’mere.”
I drop onto the bed and curl up next to him. His fingers skate across my back, and I hiss. The soreness has returned. “I didn’t forget about this you know. I’m not gonna make you tell me right now, but I promise you this, you will tell me, and I will make the fucker bleed for this.”
“It’s over.”
“Way I see it. Shit is just getting started.”
“Roane. You don’t need to be my hero. You don’t know me now. I’ve changed.”
“Know you better than most people. Know how you feel when you come on my cock. Know the sounds you make when you like my tongue shoved deep in your pussy.”
“You did not just say that.”
“I did. And maybe your sister didn’t tell you, but my brothers and I are fucking possessive bastards. You might have forgotten that about me, but I’m reminding you now. Not only are you Pam’s sister but you gave me that pussy last night. We take care of our own. You were the first girl I ever loved, and I’m thinking I’d like to keep you.”
“Keep me? I’m not property. I’m a person.”
“Hate to break it to you, baby doll, but you’re in The Devil’s Playground. Normal rules don’t apply.”
“You’re talking crazy.”
“You gonna tell me you don’t feel something between us? You gonna tell me you let just any man fuck you over and over again without a rubber?”
“No. We had unprotected sex. It was a lack of judgment. Two people caught up in the moment. That doesn’t mean that you own me or that I’m beholden to you and whatever it is you think you’re feeling. Are you still drunk?” I like Roane and last night was great but I’m not stupid. I don’t expect us to pick up where we left off when we were two kids fooling around.
Chapter 6
Roane
“I’m being real with you. It’s been three years since I’ve went down on a woman. Been three years since I’ve fucked someone without a rubber. Last woman I gave that to was my wife. She cheated on me, and I swore I’d never take another woman as mine, but when you walked in last night, I felt things I thought would be lost to me forever.”
Fucking hell what’s wrong with me spouting all this pussy bull shit? I don’t do this. I don’t get involved but right now Jules has me ready to beg her to give me a real shot. Sure, I first set out to fuck her, but as the night wore on shit got real. The moment I kissed her I knew, I felt it down in my damn bones that this woman was meant to be my forever. It was always supposed to be her.
I need to get my head on straight.
“Are you on birth control?” I should’ve asked her last night, but I was so damn wrapped up in the moment I never even stopped to think about it. I only wanted her.
“You’re kind of freaking me out here.”
“Answer the question.”
“I think I need to go find my sister.”
“I think you had better start talkin’.”
“Newsflash. I don’t owe you any explanations.”
“Think you need to tell me if you’re on the pill or not considering how many times I came inside you.” I tighten an arm around her not wanting her to get out of this bed. I’m tempted to chain her to it until she gives in and agrees to what I want. I don’t even know what all that is yet, I only know that I have her and I’m not letting go.
“I’m not having this conversation.”