Sweet Home

Leaning in close, Romeo whispered, “You wanna give ‘em all an after show? ‘Cause right now all I can think of is bein’ inside you and no matter where we are in thirty minutes, it’s happenin’.”

“We need to go… like now,” I agreed.

“Glad we’re finally on the same f**kin’ page.”

27

Romeo never spoke once as we travelled to the hotel, and I was desperate for him to say something… anything. I wanted him to scream at me, be angry, be sad, but the silence he made me endure was a slow and painful torture.

After an incredibly tense elevator ride, we entered the large, plush double room dominated by a huge four-poster bed covered in crisp white sheets.

My scalp pricked. I could feel Romeo hovering at my back, the sweat from the game still clinging to his skin as his finger traced a line from the top curve of my spine to the bottom. We’d left so quickly that he hadn’t even bothered to change from his uniform and him being so rugged and rough was making the tension between us even worse.

Brushing my long hair off my shoulder, Romeo licked along the slope of exposed skin.

I almost combusted.

Rome’s hand tugged the halter tie loose, causing my white dress to drop to the floor, my br**sts exposed, leaving only my lace boy shorts on my body.

Familiar minty breath whirled against my hot skin as I rested my head on the crook of Romeo’s shoulder and his fingers ran down my arms, intertwining our hands, slowly lifting them one by one to wrap around the back of his neck.

I tilted my head in the direction of his lips and his tongue flicked out, licking along my cupid’s bow. I moaned and closed my eyes.

Romeo’s mouth opened against mine and he teased, probing his tongue softly. His calloused hands skimmed around my ribs and grasped my br**sts as I broke away on a hiss.

“You’re never runnin’ from me again, are you, Shakespeare?” His hands palmed my br**sts harder. “Are you!” he barked.

“No, never,” I cried as I arched my back against his chest.

Romeo switched his torment to a soothing massage and nibbled my earlobe. “I missed you. I didn’t like the thought of you never returnin’. I vowed to myself that if you ever did, I’d make sure it’d be forever.” I loved how he switched from controlling to gentle in the blink of an eye.

Edging his hand down to my panties, he it slipped under the waistband and straight along my heat. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Jesus Christ, baby. You’re always ready for me.”

The feeling of his fingers dipping inside my channel compelled me to roll my head and moan, clutching onto his long hair for balance.

“I’m gonna make you come, Mol,” he said as his thumb flicked over my nub of nerves.

“Fuck!” I shouted as my hips began to rock, my backside working against his groin.

His teeth held on to my shoulder as I became lost in the euphoric sensations.

“I love you, baby. Can you feel how much I love you?”

“I love you too!”

Romeo’s fingers became too much, hard and unyielding. “Then why did you leave me?”

“Because I… couldn’t take the pain. I thought you’d be better off without me.”

He added in a third finger, earning him a scream. “I’ll never be better off without you. Did you think I could take the pain? Thought I didn’t f**kin’ die every time you turned away from me? Shut yourself out?” He thrust even harder. “Thought I didn’t hurt when I came back to the hospital to find you gone. No note, no call, no nothin’? Thought it didn’t hurt when my family scandal and pictures of my bleeding girlfriend were all over the f**kin’ news?”

Scolding tears ran down my face as I clawed at his forearm. “Romeo, I’m so sorry.”

He bit down harder on my skin and with a final drag of his fingers, whispered, “Come now, Mol.”

I did.

Black spots blotted my vision as I used the strength of his body to stay on my feet. He brought me down slowly, kissing up my neck. He withdrew his hands and in one tug, ripped my lace panties in two, throwing the flimsy material to the floor.

I was naked, sated, limp, and so aroused that my skin felt as though I was lying flat on hot coals.

“Turn.”

I did as instructed and watched as his nostrils flared. Reaching behind, Romeo pulled his jersey over his head, his bronze torso glistening in the glow of the streetlamp flooding in through the window.

My attention immediately zeroed in on two large, beautifully intricate tattooed white angel wings standing proudly on the centre of his chest. I tentatively feathered over them with my fingertips, leaning in and brushing my trembling lips against each one, worshipping their meaning.