Roman - Lane Hart Page 0,43
I locked myself up tight in Roman’s house. Did I eat anything other than breakfast yesterday morning? No, I don’t think I did. In which case, the alcohol would’ve hit my system harder than usual, which explains why I feel so hungover today. Oh, and then Roman came home! I definitely remember hearing his motorcycle, which caused the tension in my back and shoulders to ease up knowing he was back, because I feel so much safer when he’s around. I believe the two of us sat at the table together before going outside…
The hot tub! That’s right. We got into the hot tub, and I…oh jeez. I got in wearing just my bra and panties. I do vaguely remember climbing on Roman’s lap and kissing him but don’t recall if I was wearing anything or not…probably not. Then, he was touching me between my spread legs, easing a finger inside while another rubbed my clit until I… Oh yeah, I came so hard for him I’m surprised an earthquake wasn’t reported in the area. God, it was freaking amazing, that part I do recall very clearly. After that, though, I don’t remember anything before I woke up feeling like crap this morning.
But despite the blankness of some of my memories, I have no doubt that Roman was a complete gentleman who didn’t take advantage of my drunken and horny state. He probably just carried me to bed and tucked me in.
Oh, but I definitely remember how long and thick he was underneath me in the hot tub. He was as hard as a rock, and I didn’t even touch his dick once while he got me off easier than turning the key on his bike. So apparently, I’m not just a slutty drunk; I’m also a selfish drunk.
Having put together the pieces of the night before, I’m finally ready to get a shower and face the day, even though things will probably be awkward with Roman from now on. How could they not, now that he’s seen me act like a fool and touched me so intimately? I’ve messed everything up, thrown the whole “take things slow” declaration I made right out the window, making myself seem like the biggest hypocrite in the world.
All I want is to go back in time and not drink so much.
No, I can’t say that either. I enjoyed myself too much to wish it away. I think I would rather go back in time and reciprocate the gesture to even things up between Roman and I.
Since there’s no time machine sitting around, I guess I’ll have to do the next best thing – try and even the score tonight…
God, I wish I could talk to Tessa about this, about Roman, but I know I can’t. Right now, I need to focus on seeing her through to the other side of her trauma, not whining about something so trivial as my dating life or lack thereof.
So, for now, I’ll just have to go with my gut. And my gut says that there’s no reason I shouldn’t enjoy my time here with a hot biker while it lasts.
Chapter Sixteen
Roman
It’s only been four days since Tessa was kidnapped by four unknown men, but it may as well have been four decades. The longer it takes for us to identify them, the more time they have to get as far away from the Carolinas as possible. It’ll be impossible for me to get a good night’s sleep until all four men are dead and buried, unable to hurt another woman again.
Sitting at the head of the Savage Kings’ table, I read over our progress sheet Danny sent to try to figure out something we might be missing, another way to locate these fuckers since the police haven’t been worth a damn. Not that we want law enforcement to find them first. No, prison would be the easy way out and not punish them nearly enough for what they did to those four women, and possibly one other.
Unable to think of any new ideas, I call up Danny for the fifth time today from my seat at the head of the empty table to see if his team has found anything new, even though I know he would’ve called if they have.
“We’re working around the clock here, Roman,” he says when he answers the phone without even a greeting.
“I know,” I reply. “I just don’t like waiting around when I feel like I should be doing something.”
“Fine. If